#this is what watching atomic blonde again will do to me

[theresbloodinmymug]

I need a sick bitch that'll dom me I need a mistress, call her Mommy

#STEP ON ME STEP ON ME STEP ON ME- #womxn w muscles #am i rite? #nonbinary character #pansexual #disastersexual #kolohe #finally they've achieved main character status #im so sorry my love #but this dumb cis man is just too fun to play pretend with #you're the superior choice you know that #forever and always #taran and kolohe #shark boi and lava girl #taran the terrible #what a boy tho #gotta beat him up more so he remains fuckable #this is what watching atomic blonde again will do to me #gotta always insert the boy into every AU #vampire #blood #bleeding #fight #injury #80s #getting beat up on a tuesday #style #swag #webcomic

[superserioussirius]

may 6th - first kiss

919 words - @wolfstarmicrofic

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remus fiddled with the feather of his quill, absently tickling his own nose. he was looking down at the textbook in his lap, his face scrunched into perpetual frustration, so focused that he didn't notice sirius staring at him.

the other's textbook was forgotten long ago, and remus was several pages ahead of him by this point. his essay seemed leagues less important than the boy in front of him.

sirius just couldn't help it. the way his unruly blonde hair fell in his face, and how his amber eyes glowed like warm honey. he knew remus must be the most beautiful person alive. he was truly irresistible.

the blonde looked up at that thought, and sirus just about jumped out of his skin.

" i'm stuck. " remus admitted, putting down his quill.

sirius chuckled, " me too. this is boring, yeah? "

remus endearingly tilted his head to the side, and sirius felt like keeling over from affection.

the blonde mused, " it's actually quite interesting to me at least, but you think anything short of near-death is boring, don't you? "

sirius solemnly shook his head, his earrings jingling together, " that is far from true. "

" oh yeah? "

" mhm. "

" what can i do to get you to pay attention then? "

the answer hung on the tip of sirius's tongue.

*just be yourself.*

sirius wasn't one to be timid, but remus lupin triggered his fight or flight.

" i just need some help. "

" with? "

" my essay i mean. "

remus closed his textbook and put it to the side. the blonde stood and plopped himself down next to sirius on his bed.

" what in specific is troubling you? " remus asked, crossing his legs to face the other.

sirius flipped a couple pages ahead quickly, pointing to a random section.

remus paused for an uncomfortable moment to scan the page, and sirius started to sweat. but he then cocked an eyebrow, giving sirius a confused look.

" you're confused about... basic spells? "

sirius blanked, it'd landed on the next chapter's page.

he was in too deep, he had to act it up now.

" yeah... i just don't get it. "

" magic... in general? "

sirius shrugged, leaning back on his right arm.

remus grumbled, bringing sirius's paper and textbook into his own lap. the blonde-haired boy began to scribble some things down.

now that he was an arm's length away, sirius could admire the other more dutifully.

he loved the way remus mumbled to himself. little words slipping out, bringing him deeper into his work, he felt it was adorable.

as he watched his focused gaze, sirius admired the other's devotion to his studies, even if it was misplaced now. though that was his own guilt to bear, he felt it was worth every second.

the boy followed the others scars up his face with his eyes, he studied the valleys and edges, the way they made across his face. he wondered where they came from, what would make such a terrible mark on such a perfect man?

remus shot a pointed glance up at him, and sirius tried to look away, but remus must have noticed.

" what's wrong? " remus asked.

sirius felt his face warm, " nothing, just watching you murder my essay. "

" it seems your essay isn't being written on my face, unless i'm mistaken. "

sirius knew he was in for it now, but his stupid audacity kept it going.

" well maybe i could get a closer look, and i'll let you know. "

remus looked back down at sirius's work, " don't be make me laugh. "

" i'm not trying to. "

sirius gently grabbed remus's chin with his thumb and forefinger, bringing his freckled face towards his own.

the two locked eyes for a blissful moment, and sirius felt every atom in his body urge him to just *do it*.

remus looked to the side, and slid the textbook and papers off his lap.

" sirius... "

the other braced, he already figured remus didn't like him like that. he wasn't even gay, why did he ever hope?

sirius's adrenaline dropped and with it went his confidence. but just as he was about to make his escape, remus locked eyes with him again.

the blonde's eyes softened, and he hesitated for a moment.

" remus, i- "

the other grabbed the back of sirius's head, tangling his scarred fingers into his black hair. and in a moment, their lips were pressed together.

sirius felt over the moon.

he slipped his palm onto remus's cheek, returning the kiss.

just as quickly as it happened, remus pulled away, his face red as a tomato.

" i'm sorry, " the blonde blurted out.

sirius was sure his face was the same hue, " don't be. "

the two carefully watched each other for a short while, and sirius thought about slipping his fingers into remus's.

after a beat, the other glanced out the window, " it's getting late, i really ought to go- "

remus rushed to collect his textbook and bag.

" wait, what about our assignment? " sirius posed, wishing he could beg remus to stay.

the blonde slung his bag over his shoulder, " tomorrow? "

sirius nodded defeatedly, " tomorrow, then. "

remus left in a hurry and closed the door behind him.

once sirius was sure the other was gone, he dramatically fell back onto his bed, butterflies dancing around in his stomach.

never before had sirius had a crush like this. he grabbed his pillow and felt like screeching. with girls it was easy, but with remus...

oh how he prayed that remus would kiss him again tomorrow.

#remus #sirius #wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #sirius x lupin #wolfstar fanfiction #remus fanfic #sirius fanfic #first kiss #fanfic #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction

[intheticklecloset]

Ahhhh I’m soooo happy you’re back! Make sure you’re drinking lots of water and saying nice things to yourself! ^.^ Can I request Lee Bakugo & his death spot w/ Ler Midoriya? It can be about anything, I love the dynamic you’ve created between them! 🥰

Bakugou had done his fair share of finding ways to restrain Deku while tickling the snot out of him. He’d lost a good several neckties to the cause, but it was all worth it to watch the nerd struggle and beg but ultimately not be able to do anything to stop him until he activated his quirk out of sheer desperation.

But Deku using Blackwhip to do the same thing to him?

That…that was just unfair.

“I’LL KIHIHIHIHIHILL YOU FOR THIS DEHEHEHEHEHEKU!!” he screamed as his rival and friend dug mercilessly into his death spot – the space between his armpits and ribs – while forcing his arms above his head with one of his quirk’s new abilities.

Deku was sitting on his lap with the biggest smile on his face, clearly pleased with himself for finding a way to repay the favor Bakugou had shown him over and over again in their years of tickle fighting. He giggled. “I thought you were trying to use my first name now?”

“YOHOHOHOHOU TOHOHOHOHOLD ME YOU DIHIHIHIHIDN’T CARE!! AIIIIEEEEE!!!” Bakugou tossed his head back and shrieked with hysterical, uncontrollable laughter when Deku began knuckling into that spot. “STOPSTOPSTOHOHOHOHOHOHOP IT PLEHEHEASE DEHEHEHEHEHEKU!!"

“I don’t mind if you want to keep calling me that. Most of the time.” Deku smirked down at him, knowing full well he had him in a position to make him do or say anything he wanted and thoroughly enjoying it. “But right now I think I want to hear you say it. I’ll stop if you beg me to using my real name, okay, Kacchan?”

Bakugou keened miserably, shaking his head as mirthful tears sprang to his eyes. “I HAHAHAHATE YOU SO MUHUHUHUHUCH!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE!! PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAP IT IZUHUHUHUHUHKU!! NO MOHOHOHOHORE!! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!”

Deku stopped as promised, sliding his hands down to his friend’s belly and scribbling gently there to gradually get him back down to a string of happy giggles before ceasing altogether, recalling his quirk and thus freeing the atomic blonde, who sagged into the ground, gasping for breath.

“Are you…are you okay, Kacchan?” Deku asked hesitantly, worried he may have gotten overeager when he realized what Blackwhip could do. “Was it too much?”

“Freakin’…always too much…in that spot, nerd…” Bakugou replied between breaths. A moment went by, and then he grinned all on his own. “Didn’t think…you had it in you…Izuku.”

Deku beamed. “I learned from the best, Katsuki.”

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #bnha #mha #bakugou #deku #playful #teasing #tickling #ticklish #tickle #thank you for your kind words anon <3 #i'm happy to be back! #doing the best I can over here lol

[teddybeartoji]

hey mickey!! bringing u some flowers in these trying winter times 🌻💐🌷🌹🌸 i hope ur doing super duper well!!!

i also wanted to ask if u have any recs for like. movie review channels? :’3 or maybe more like movie deep-dives/analyses? i watch prettymuchit a bunch but their videos r more reactions than reviews (IF U DONT ALREADY WATCH THEM I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THEM THOOO they r soso funny)… if u have any at all i’d love to hear them!! i figure thats a pretty good starting point for my filmbro arc pshdjhd

sending u all the love n hugs <33 i WILL get to ur movie and soundtrack recs btw im mentally getting into the cinema headspace 💯💯

my sweet sweet angel ari!! thank you for the flowers<33333

beware! beware! ask mickey about movies and they'll go insane!!!! this ALSO this got very long but we are past apologizing (i'm squinting my eyes at u bc u need to remember that) HERE WE GOOOOO

i will apologize for not having a movie review recommendation for you though:(((((((((((( i literally get all that i need from my letterboxd mutuals (i trust them with my life) i have found the people who have the same taste as me and i know that when the majority of them like a movie - i will like it. a "real film critic" could say that it's shit but when the people of letterboxd say it's five stars i fucking know it's five stars ok

i haven't been on a movie review channel/person search in a while but last i was i realized that so many of them are rather technical and that's boring..... so i really do trust letterboxd more. of course, there are a lot of just one-liners (i literally do that too) but there are people who write long and deep reviews and those feel so much more personal and give more insights than the ones i've seen floating around the internet.

FOR MOVIE ANALYSIS my favourite channel is lessons from the screenplay!!!!!! i've been watching his videos for ever ever and ever and i love them so much!!1! he has taught me so much, especially when i was just getting more into films!!! so i went to my little playlist of videos and i picked up some about my all time favourite films!!

inglourious basterds - the elements of suspense; my god, do i love this movie....... this is a yearly watch for me, i've memorized the lines and all. the performances are great, the soundtrack is amazing, it's so fucking funny??? and i'm now also realizing how much of a filmbro i'm actually coming off as but do i care? not at all. i love this movie.

annihilation - the art of self-destruction; okay i mentioned this already but i'm doing it again!!!!!!! it's such a fucking experience i really actually hope you'll watch it one day (and that you'll tell me your thoughts) this is also like a life-changer of a movie in my opinion, i often just randomly start thinking about it; the visuals, the insanity of it aaaaahhhh.

nightcrawler - empathy for the antihero; overall this movie is sooo engrossing?? like mesmerizing but not necessarily in a good way lmao.

now i'll link some various ones (but still about my favourite movies/directors so u can get to know me better hehehhe) some of these do have spoilers but vid will give a warning if u don't wanna see that!!

how david fincher hijacks your eyes

when the director reallyyyy respects the audience…

hereditary | what the script teaches us

pirates of the carribean | accidentally genius

movie stunt coordinator breaks down 'atomic blonde' fight scene; i love this movie bc how she uses the things around her to fight, makes it so much more interesting that just fist fist knife knife

searching for disco elysium

what games are like for someone who doesn't play games; this one was a bit of a life changer for me, it seems like such a small little thing to talk about but it's so important it made me look at things and games so much more differently it's so cool he has two more on the same topic i think too!

i really tried to not go overboard but i just............. can't help it so here are a few more recs...........................

blade runner 2049 (2017) - a film about a replicant/an android detective who finds out that another replicant had a child many years ago (replicants cannot have children) and he's now convinced that he is said child this is sci-fi with some action and blood but it's not scary plus points for the insane visuals and the soundtrack 9/10 minus point for it being kind of slow paced?

the nice guys (2016) - a film about two private detectives; one of them is almost cool and the other one is so pathetic i love him so much this is a comedy so 10/10

the man from uncle (2015) - a film about spies spying on each other, it's so fun (the soundtrack is good but we knew that already didn't we smh) 9/10 minus point for armie hammer the cannibal

#almost all of the vids are like five or more years old....... #they're still good though #i hope you like them!!!! #but as always! no rush! no pressure!!! #this was such a fun little ask that i didn't even have a good answer for bro i'm such a bad teacher smh #kisses to your forehead lovey i hope you're having the best day/night!!!!!!!!!!! #average ari/mickey convo i hope everybody is listening #this is important #hehehehe #ari <3 #friends!!

[sweetbillwriting]

Blue Angels - Chapter IV

Characters: AU Gordan Merkel from Atomic Blonde played by Bill Skarsgård. The rest is my own original characters.

Setting: This story is set in a country that is hard to find on a map, in a city without a name and in a time similar to our own with some exceptions.

Music: Ung & Kåt by Ebba Grön and Auriel's Ascension by Jeremy Soule.

Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions about death, mentions about accidents, mental health problems.

Notes: A big thanks to @b-afterhours again for helping me with the language all the time!

The light shone in on us from the big window. Gordan's pale chest reflected the light and I looked at the dark hair around his nipples while he took my question in. He laughed a bit nervously and put his hand down the covers. I could see he touched his member.

"Fuck Ella…" he looked embarrassed and couldn't really look at me.

"Can I?" I asked again and smiled while I tugged the cover. He smiled bigger and then let go of the cover. I saw that as a yes and slowly dragged the cover down his body. When the cover was at his knees I took the view in. The long slim body. But he held his erection down with one hand and I just wanted to see everything of him. I laid my hand on his forearm, connected to the hand that he covered himself with. Carefully I patted his arm and with every stroke I came closer and closer to his hand. I heard him laugh bashfully again and when I met his eyes he let go of his erection causing it to bounce up. I let go of his eyes to look at his sex. It was big and clearly happy to see me.

"Sorry, I haven't trimmed in forever…"

It was cute how nervous he seemed to be. I smiled a little and with a firm hand I took a hold of his member and started slowly to stroke it. Gordan made a little whimpering sound and his whole body tensed up.

"Your cock is gorgeous…" I whispered. I don't know where the confidence came from. Maybe it was because he was so nervous or it was the regular "Gordan effect".

"Thank you," he said but his voice broke and he couldn't look at anything other than my hand stroking him. A bubble of precum came out from the tip which I caught with my thumb. I noticed the act made Gordan tense up even more but he soon had something else to think about when I just used it as a lube to pump him faster.

"I won’t last long…" he said, squeezing his eyes shut and he sounded like the act was painful.

"You're so sensitive… A tough guy like you…" I said teasingly and Gordan laughed between his moans.

"You don't make me tough…" he said and dragged his hands through his hair.

"Can I suck your cock a bit? Please?" I said as sexy as I could and stopped pumping him. I knew there would be a bigger chance of him saying yes if he thought I would otherwise stop all together. Gordan watched his cock twitch against his stomach. The veins were thick and it was a hot pink color, almost red.

I crawled up so that I sat between his legs and took off my dress and pantyhoose so I was just in my thin cotton underwear. Gordan swallowed hard and licked his lips.

"I should really stop this now…" It sounded like he was talking with himself. "But it feels like you really want my cock in your mouth… Right? I would like… Do you a favor?" He said groggy. I dragged my nails on the inside of his thighs and it made him clench his butt. I smirked.

"Yeah you would… Your cock is the only thing I could think about." I played with his balls and he slowly stroked his cock.

"Fuck… Bad girl… Take what you need then," he said with a smirk.

It was like he gave me a present. I was so happy that he let me suck his cock. If I had had my shit together a bit more I would have wondered if this was his plan all along. Getting me naked and begging for his cock but at that moment I was too happy to think that way. I replaced his hand around his cock with my own and then kissed the head. It answers with a little twitch. I even thought his cock was cute. I giggled and kissed it again like it was a cute puppy.

"You look so good…" whispered Gordan and patted my cheek and watched me lick his cock like a lollipop while I played with his balls. "Can you deepthroat all of it?"

I wanted to make him happy and tried to deepthroat so much of him as possible.

He sighed and leaned his head back.

"Good girl… Continue like that…" He said with a moan and I did as he said.

It was a struggle to do it but I could feel the moisture in my panties increase so much it started to feel like I had wet myself. I could feel my heartbeat in my pussy but also how I couldn't stop myself from clenching. I was forced to take a break from sucking Gordan to moan. My own orgasm was close even if I didn't even touch myself. Was I so horny about Gordan that I actually would come just from sucking his cock? I continued to lick his balls and then suck the head of his cock but I could still feel the wonderful feeling in my panties and it made it hard to concentrate when I continued to suck Gordan and he finally moaned louder.

"I’m going to come," he said and I sucked harder. I didn't want anything else other than to drink his cum greedily. It also felt like my own orgasm would explode if I just could get his cum down my throat but Gordan had another plan.

"Ella, I’m coming now…" he was forced to push me away harshly because I was on him like a leech. He came over his stomach even if it looked like he tried to catch it with hands. I looked at him annoyed and disappointed, in the way only an absent orgasm could make you. God, I hated him at that moment. Gordan breathed heavily and dried his stomach and hands with the cover.

"Wow, Ella." He said and laughed a little. I wasn't happy at all. Why didn't he let me take his cum? If he had let me I also would have came.

Gordan watched my disappointed face and looked ashamed.

"I'm sorry…" he said and covered himself with the cover.

"I will never understand you," I said and put my dress on.

Gordan was quiet as he watched me with his big eyes. He probably didn't say anything because he didn't want me to understand him. Him and all his secrets. I sighed and took my pantyhose in hand and then marched out from his room. I even closed it hard to really point out that I was mad.

I went to the bathroom to take a shower. He made me feel dirty. I had never met a guy who didn't want me to take his load. But that wasn't the only thing. When I thought about it it actually seemed like Gordan didn't even want me to blow him. He had made me feel like he did me a favor, he even said that out loud. How pathetic was I? I somehow knew that I wasn't just in love with Gordan, I was probably a bit obsessed with him. I thought too much about him and even when I tried to think about other things I still gave myself a reason to think of him. I listened to punk, I had bought myself a long black coat similar to his and I did my make up with glitter every day just because he had said he likes me in glitter. All my life had become a manifestation to Gordan. I thought again about the blow job and cringed. I had actually been close to an orgasm without some sort of touch. I most often had a hard time coming with guys at all while Gordan didn't even need to touch me. He was magical. He maybe was an angel. Maybe a blue one just like in Marta's painting, because he wasn't a regular one.

*

It was a bit stiff between me and Gordan after that but I couldn't stop myself from wanting to be close to him anyway. I just choose to be a bit more quiet. It was December and I was going home to my parents for Christmas. Gordan would go away after Christmas but I was forced to say goodbye to him much earlier just because I would go home. I said goodbye to Marta and then Gordan followed me to the bus station. The same route as the first time we met. He was just as quiet as then, carrying my stuff.

"So when will we meet again?" I asked him at the bus station. He sat my bag down and thought about my question.

"Second of March. I’ll come home then so I hope you are here then," he said and corrected his leather gloves on his hands. They were a Christmas gift from me after he had complained about his cold hands. He had given me a pair of Dr Martens because he thought it was stupid that walked in Converse in the winter. I had hoped for something more romantic but I was still happy that he had given me a gift.

"Of course," I said and smiled a bit. Even if the past weeks had been strained between us I hoped for a kiss. His kisses were too good and I knew I would feel better by just one.

"Ehhm yeah…" he looked at the bus. "Bye then," he spread his arms for a hug and I welcomed it. He still smelled like the rain.

"Can I get a kiss?" I said. Where did this confidence come from? He laughed a little.

"If you promise me that you will not get pissed because I can't give you more," He tried to say it jokingly but I could see in his face that it was real worry.

I nodded and then stood up on my toes so he could kiss me. He smiled a little and gave me a kiss. His lips were soft and so was the kiss but it still was such a good kiss that created warmth and euphoria in my body.

*

That Christmas felt long and tiring. Everything was as it used to be but I just wanted the new in life. The new being Gordan. I didn't have energy or interest for my family but I tried hard to listen to their talks. Behind my back I could hear them talk about me, the word depression came up again, as it always did when I wasn't as they expected. I told them about Marta, the fashionable old lady I lived with but I didn't tell them about Gordan. They would just ask too much and then I would just get sad. Sad because I missed him but also because it felt like he could never have that role I fantasized about him having.

I came back in the beginning of January to Marta. It was obvious she handled things without Gordan better than I did. She had had a big New Years Eve party and she was forced to get cleaners because it had become so wild. I was happy for her but felt even more gray compared to her.

"How are you holding up?" She asked me while we sat on her sofa with a red wine glass each.

"I miss Gordan," I said honestly. She nodded.

"I remember how I was in the beginning with him… Everytime he left me it felt like I was close to the edge." I didn't like when she talked like she knew what I went through. Gordan and my relationship was so different from theirs. At the same time was it nice to talk to Marta because she was the only one that understood what an impact Gordan had over you.

"It will get better. I actually feel… Well, happy even if he isn't here," said Marta. I nodded a bit. That I couldn't believe. Gordan was my sun. God, I was pathetic.

*

"Ella! Ella! Wake up!” said Marta hysterically. She was in my room in the middle of the night.

"What?" I whined and pulled the cover over my head.

"It's Gordan! His ship..! It was a fire!"

"What?" I sat up and looked at Marta. She just stood in her long nightgown and her white hair wild around her head.

"Ella do something!"

I looked around confused and fiddled with my hands.

"We must call someone…?" I said, confused by the situation.

"Who??"

"...His work?"

"Okay, do it then!"

I rubbed my face and stood up from my bed. I was completely naked but Marta didn't seem to react to that. I put on a Gordan's robe and looked around.

"Do we have a number?" I asked.

Marta had the number to Gordan's job. I didn't know where it went but I thought it was some sort of exchange. I shaked while calling on Marta's old Cobra phone. I didn't really hear what the woman that answered said, I just rabbled out my matter.

"Gordan Merkel?" She said.

"Yeah, I think he works on the loading deck."

It was quiet on the line.

"Yeah, Gordan works here but he isn't working now. His next job is at the beginning of February."

I was quiet and tried to take in what she had said.

"If you believe he was on the ship as a passenger you can go down to our office by the harbor. They are open now to give information."

I nodded even if she wouldn't see that then I hung up. Marta stood next to me and fiddled with her nightgown.

"He doesn't work," I said and tried to take in the words again.

Marta looked incomprehensible to me.

"He must have lied." I said and looked down at my hands. Marta shook her head.

"I talked to him. He called from the boat. Their line. Can he have been on as a passenger?"

I shrugged my shoulders but then remembered the woman's word.

"...They have an office down by the harbor… Should I go down there?"

Marta nodded hysterically.

"Of course! What if something has happened to Gordan and we don't know!!"

I felt pain in my chest and throat because of her words. Yes, of course I must go down. This was Gordan. Who cares if he had lied.

I more or less ran to the harbor. Dressed in sweatpants and one of Gordan's knitted sweaters. If it wasn't because of my anxiety and stress I would have been cold in the snowy January weather but now I didn't feel a thing. The office was full of people, private people but also reporters and journalists. I sat down on a plastic chair and took a deep breath. This was crazy. Gordan, the angel, the light, maybe was dead. He may have drowned or been burned inside. Maybe he had gotten burned. Got his perfect weird face melted away. My legs jumped up and down while I waited.

"Can I help you?" A girl behind the desk asked me. She was pretty in a Scarlett Johansson way and for a short second I wondered if maybe she was Gordan's girlfriend. What did I even know about the boy?

I stood up and went to the desk.

"I was wondering if Gordan Merkel was on board the ship." The girl nodded a bit.

"Wait a second." She went through a doorway behind the desk and then around a corner. I looked at a man that was crying next to me in front of the desk. Maybe that would be me soon. The girl came back and then smiled a bit.

"Yes, together with Francesca Edelman. He is at a hospital and is okay. She is okay as well."

*

#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #fan fiction #writing #story #fiction #bill skarsgård writing #bill skarsgård fanfiction

[harper-collins]

Prompt - Billdip? drabble

A very small amount of drabble based on a prompt by prompts-in-a-barrel. Not fluffy, just a little bit of competition. Not really Billdip??

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“Don’t run, I’m not here to hurt you,” Bill told the now elder brunette. The male twin looked over to Bill with a scathing look. “As if I’m stupid enough to believe that,” He replied, feeling a little insulted Bill would feel as if he was capable of lying to Dipper. 

“And yet, you’re not running, I was told you’ve picked up a death wish recently, but I didn’t believe it,” Bill purred as he stepped closer. Dipper didn’t move at all, he simply stared at the blonde for a moment. “Picking up Ford’s work is not a death wish Bill, get over yourself,” The brunette stubbornly replied, giving the demon a fierce look. Bill didn’t believe Dipper had any confidence at any moment. 

“Well it can be Pinetree~ Especially because I’ll be in your way,” Bill continued, moving towards Dipper once more and bringing a hand to his jaw. Dipper didn’t move an inch which surprised the demon. He would’ve thought that he would move, even a little. Surprised at his movements, Bill did as was planned and held the smaller’s chin to move his head up to look Bill in the eyes. 

“It doesn’t matter what way you go, you’ll have to work with me at some point to get the answers you want,” Bill told Pinetree. Dipper felt a little nervous as he moved his eyes to look directly into the blonde’s bright electric blue eyes. “If that’s what it takes, then I’ll do it,” Dipper replied, seeming determined. 

“You are so funny Pinetree, you should take up comedy,” The demon responded, suddenly taking a step back and bringing his hand back from the smaller’s jaw. Dipper felt a strange longing for Bill to be up close again but said nothing about it to the demon in front of him. “If I have to get through you Cipher, I’ll gladly take the challenge,” Dipper told the demon. 

Bill hummed as he turned around to look up at the sky, where the stars were. “Prepare for your death, my dear little Pinetree, prepare to have your flesh ripped from your bones, each atom from your fingers disintegrated a little at a time… Prepare to watch as endless lives are lost to yours and Sixer’s inevitable curiosity,” The blonde said. Once he had finished, he disappeared without a trace. 

Dipper almost felt disappointed that the demon hadn’t tried to attack him after the brunette had sought him out purposefully. However, it did prepare Dipper for the mind games that were about to occur. Little did the demon know, he messed with the wrong human this time.

#writing #gravity falls au #drabble

[hawks-dabi-levi]

Unjustified part/chapter two-

It's been a week since I joined UA. First years are still getting ready for the Sports Fest tomorrow and I as a third year have to also participate since i'm with them. I met the big three yesterday. Miro was cool for the most part, he's always so happy it's kinda concerning. Hado is somewhat the same in that regard, she asks a lot of personal questions though. Amajiki is a different story. He's so shy and reserved, I don't think that he even wanted to meet me on his own accord. I'm sure that Hado probably forced him to but I'm glad. They all are amazing and I'm glad to call them my closest friends now. Me and Hado made plans for the mall this weekend and the boys are wanting to spar a bit too.

Walking down the corridor to the 1-A classroom, I hear some commotion. As I got closer, it became louder so I pulled the door open to see what was going on. I saw Mina trying to get Bakugo to apologize to Midoriya.

“ I'm not Apologizing to that damn nerd!” the blond shouted.

“ No, you will apologize to the sweet cinnamon roll,” Mina said matter of factly.

Midoryia was just in the corner trying to avoid Bakugo’s wrath.

“ Bakugo, just apologize. It's not that hard.” I said as I walked to my seat next to Todoroki. I was not ready to tell with his shit today.

“ NO WAY! And don't tell me what to do, weather girl!” he, again, shouted.

“ My quirk has nothing to do with weather, I can control elements and atoms that are around me. plus , i haven't even used the other part of my quirk yet” i stated, putting my head in my hand and my expression being one that looked bored.

“YOU’VE BEEN HOLDING BACK ON ME!?” he shouts and launches himself in my direction. I didn't let myself react as my E/c eyes turned to a deep purple. Bakugo stopped in his tracks, eyes glazed over in a lavender hue.

“ Turn around” I commanded and he did as told.

“ Now apologize to Midoriya, and mean it,” I said. Again, he did as he was told

“ I-I-I’m s-s-sorry” he said, attempting to fight for my mind control. I allowed the connection to drop as steam came from bakugo. He turned slowly towards me and gave me a look that could kill.

“ I’ll kill you,” he seethed. I shrugged off the threat as he stomped back to his seat. The bell rang and Aizawa stepped into class, beginning class.

…

“ Hey Y/n” Hado said as she learned the bench I was sitting on in the outside sitting area.

“ Hey, what's up?” I said as I bit into my burger.

“ Nothing really, just wanted to come sit with you, plus the boys are nowhere so” she said and sat next to me and started to eat her lunch as well.

We talked about little things like how classes were and what we had planned for the weekend and before we knew it the bell rang to signal the end of lunch.

“Aw, it's time for training already?” Hado whined as she got up and threw her tray in the trash. “ I’ll see you later, ok Y/n?” she said as she started to walk off.

“ Yeah, see ya later!” i called as i headed back to Class 1-A

When training started, I was ready to kick some ass but I ended up sitting out because it was just for the First years.

“ This is a practice for the first years only. If you like, you can go home” Aizawa said as he waved me off and walked over to the first years.

Now I was just sitting on the roof, playing with a string from my bag. The breeze felt amazing as it swept through my hair. I looked up to the sky and thought of my parents and my brother. Could they be watching me right now? What would they think of me going to UA? Would they be proud?

“ Mom, Dad, Yugi, I hope you all are proud of me.” I spoke to the sky. “ I'm trying to move on, but it's so hard, even when it was so long ago. I found a good home and some good friends. I miss you guys.” I finished softly.

“Well, that's kinda depressing don't you think?” a voice said behind me.

Out of fear and reflex, I shot my hand out and created a giant gust of wind, decreasing the temperature due to my fright. As I turned to look at who it was, I saw a man with Crimson Red wings and somewhat goldish blond hair.

We stared at each other for a moment as I tried to recollect myself. Slowly I increased the temperature to normal and slowed the speed of the wind, making it come to a stop.

“Dang, if my wings weren’t closed, I may have blown away,” he sighed in relief as he warmed back up. Once he recollected himself, he walked up to the edge next to me still standing.

“ You’re Pro Hero Hawks aren't you.” I stated rather than questioned.

“ That I am.” he smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. None of the interviews on tv or the shots of him caught by fans show him giving a genuine smile.

“ Your smile doesn't reach your eyes,” I pointed out.

“ Oh? and how do you know that kid?” he said as he looked at the sky with me.

Keeping my gaze to the sky, I said “ Takes one to know one I guess. I'm sure all the fame isn't what it's cracked up to be.” It couldn't be that great. Fans following you everywhere you go, cameras flashing in your eyes, not a lot of privacy, all the theories of an affair or relationship with another pro or a civilian.

“ Then why were you here at UA, sounds a bit hypocritical.” he laughed as he turned his gaze to me.

“ Because it's what I want to do, being a hero to me is saving the ones who need it. Sure fame and riches is a good bonus but that's not the actual goal” i said i turned to him.

His eyes were widened a fraction but he composed himself quickly. “ I guess that's a good way to look at it, hope you know what you're going into, kid, it's pretty dangerous out here” he said as he turned back to the sky, head tilted up with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed.

“ I do, somewhat at least” I sighed as I got up and dusted myself off. My phone had started ringing and Hawks had opened one eye, side glanced at me. I had pulled out my phone to see that it was Angie. She normally doesn't call during school unless something is up. So i answered

“ Hey Angie, what’s wrong?” I asked. Hawks seemed to be listening in if his feathers were any indication.

“ Y/n, i need you to come home now, be ready to pack your things.” she said. Her voice sounded panicked and out of breath.

“ Hold on, what's going on, tell me what's wrong.” I consoled, trying to calm her down so she could take a breath and speak regularly.

“ He’s back, he's coming to get you, he's coming to get us.” she said as her breather shook and went more ragged.

“ What do you mean he? Who could you possibly-” I paused.

“Mama come on!”

“ Y/N! STOP!”

Mom…

“Sweetheart, Stay Back”

Dad…

“ I'll be there in a minute”

Yugi…

My eyes widened in realization and fear.

“ oh my god” Angie's voice said over the phone. “ he’s here” her voice quivered

“Angie, forget about the shit, get out of there now!” I said, my voice quivered like her yet more booming and desperate. Hawks’s face looked more serious and his gaze was set on me, more directed to my phone.

“Y/n i don’t have anywhere to go! I don't know what to do!” she whispered frantically as she kept her breath shallow so she wouldn't be heard by the man. Hawks gave me a pointed look and I put it on speaker for him to hear better.

“Heyo, this is Pro Hero Hawks, can you tell me where you are?” he spoke into the phone.

“ Y/n’s with you? Nevermind Y/n, Stay with him. He could protect you.” she said, still panting from fear.

“ Hold on, I'm not the one in danger, you are, now please tell us where you are.” I said, trying to keep myself level headed.

“ There you are, You Little Bitch” a masculin voice came through the phone. My eyes bulged.

“ ANGIE!” I yelled into the device.

“ Y/n…I love you….” she said, next thing i hear is a scream and a maniacal laugh then the phone went silent. Me and Hawks stood there waiting for a sound. A few moments passed until we heard a pant and a chuckle.

“ You can’t hide from me… I will find you and your entire lineage will be gone, never will the goddesses rise again,” Then the phone line went dead.

I fell to my knees, my legs giving out. I couldn't let out any sobs, any tears. I just felt…numb. Completely and utterly numb. I felt nothing…

“ Let's get off the roof, it's probably best to get your teacher as well.” Hawks said as he looked at the door.

I just sat there, i didn't want to move, i couldn't.

Angie…

“ You don't want to be late for your first day, do you?

I’m sorry…

“ Y/n, are you ready?”

I’m so sorry…

“Y/n…I love you”

“ I'm so so sorry!” I said aloud, my hands clutching my chest. It's all my fault, everything. Mom and dad's death, Yugi’s death, now Angie’s too.

“ it's all my fault…” I whispered. Finally, the pain took its toll, tears wetting my face, traveling down my neck to pool at my collarbone. Sobs wreaked through me and i couldn't stop them

“ it's not your fault” i heard Hawks say yet i couldn't face him. I finally meet him in person and I'm here crying.

“ He's right L/n, it's not your fault at all,” Aizawa said as he walked onto the roof. His boot came to a stop in front of me as he crouched to my level. He put an arm around me and pulled me in, “ Whoever did that will be found and will pay for what he's done to you and your family.” he said as I leaned into him.

More and more sobs and tears come out. I felt like that scared child all over again. No one there to help.

“ Mama,” my 4 year old self sobbed. “ Mama, please im scared”

“ It's ok honey, I'm here” she said. I looked at her and went to hug her but she started to dissipate.

“Mama!” i cried

That was my last dream of my mom, i coulndt stop crying that night, i felt the same way then too. It feels like a pattern, like bad luck. A curse that death will always follow me no matter where I run or hide.

“Ah!” A sharp pain ran through my back like electricity. I pushed Aizawa away and clawed at my back. “ It hurts!” i yelled

“ What hurts?” Aizawa asked me, his eyes narrowed in concern as he reached for me.

I clawed and clawed at my back as I shuffled farther away from his reach. My back screamed in searing pain, lille i was being burned alive. I felt the skin rip with each scratch I made. It was like something was coming out of my back, ripping itself out.

Suddenly I was a ball of blueish-black flames. My quirk activated itself and created fire from atoms in the atmosphere. The pain burned brighter and brighter along with the flames.

“ Y/N!” I heard Aizawa yell. “ Hawks, get the ambulance and fire control on the phone!” he demanded.

“ On it” hawks said over the sound of rushing wind and fire.

Then…the pain stopped. The roaring flames died down and the wind slowed to a slight breeze. Hawks had pulled the phone from his face and looked at me, as did Aizawa, eyes widened.

I still felt heat on my back so I looked behind me only to see a flurry of black and blue feathers seemingly attached to my back.

“ What the hell?” I whispered to myself. Tears long gone and evaporated due to the flames.

“ That's our question kid” Hawks breathed out in surprise and relief.

I stood and turned my attention to Aizawa. “ I’m sorry. I didn't know that would happen. I wasn't in control.” I apologized and bowed in respect.

“ We know you didn't mean to and I’m aware that this has happened before but I don't think to this extent,” he said. “ That said, I think it's best to see recovery girl and get you checked out,” he finished.

I straightened my posture and nodded. I shifted to Hawks, “ I’m very sorry you had to see me like that. This is the first time this has happened in years.” I started. I then reach behind my head and scratch the back of my neck in embarrassment, “ Plus, i'm not good a impressions anyways so, hehe,” i laughed awkwardly

“ You're ok kid, you just scared me a bit. I've never seen something like that or anyone sprout wings like that” he said reassuringly, laughing a bit at the end.

Aizawa had started heading through the door, back into the building so me and Hawks followed behind him.

“ I never had wings, not even after things like this so I have no idea how I just got them.” I said as we walked.

“ Well, we’ll find out now won't we?” he said with a chuckle as he healed the door open for me as I walked through

#mha hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #mha fanfiction #mha #potentially triggering #death #language

[praphit]

Bullet Train: K.I.S.S. and crank the Beyonce

Have y'all ever taken a ride on a bullet train? I've ridden The Superman ride before... (remember that?? Is that still around??) I don't know how fast that is, but when I rode it, I thought I was going to die. It was puke city for some as well. Think about vomit flying at your face at an excessive speed. Then, I went and rode it again :)

Bullet trains can get up to about 250 mph.  I'm not sure The Flash can run that fast.

Imagine yourself on any train, and all of a sudden, Brad Pitt boards, and then some of the peeps from the show "Atlanta", then Bad Bunny, then Joey King (which btw how is she only 23 years old? I feel like she's been around forever. She should be at least 35. Vamp? Yeah, I'm onto you, Joey.) and Hiroyuki Sanada (can't make a movie involving Japan and swords without him).

Pretty cool, right?? THEN, you learn that they're all assassins, hellbent on killing each other. Would you even get off of the train, if you could? I wouldn't. That list of characters, being stylish, about to unleash chaos... I'd want to see where this is all going. Now, THAT would make a good ride - If you added actors, playing killers, wreaking havoc, all while you're on some super-fast contraption, and avoiding airborne puke... and other bodily fluids.

YES!

Brad Pitt (who plays "Ladybug") was once a ruthless assassin, but lately has been on some spiritual enlightenment kick. Like he went to a party with Aaron Rodgers and Joe Rogan, took some pills, opened his third eye, and saw Jesus playing video games with Buddha. Now, Ladybug is... well, still an assassin, but all about personal growth, and therapy, and peace, and grace, and gluten-free, and sparkling water, and such. Right off the bat, Brad Pitt is making me chuckle. I loved him in this role. 

You might say, "How can you be chuckling when assassins are around, probably doing assassiny things?" There is a lot of murder, and torture, and children being put in danger, and psychopathic devices, yet... yeah, chuckles. There's a scene in which 17 kills are described in detail, and it was a delightful experience. David Leitch (who directed this movie - along with Deadpool 2, John Wick, Hobbs & Shaw, Atomic Blonde... yeah :) has sprinkled his magic all over this film.

I had fun with this movie, but from the looks of Rotten Tomatoes, some others did not:

54% critics 78% audience (last I checked)

What do they have to say, you ask?

"filled with chaotic, confusing, almost nonstop violence that becomes tediously boring." (I'm with ya, until the "tediously boring" part. That's like having sexy time with a partner who dresses up like a clown and makes sounds like a duck when they get excited, and you say that you were bored with them in bed. You may call that whatever you'd like, except "boring".)

"Bullet Train keeps getting slowed down by flashbacks to exceptional violence and cutesy phone banter... " (How's that bad? and "slowed down"?!)

"... this comedic thriller spins its wheels without any meaningful dramatic substance beneath the surface spectacle"? (that's what you were looking for? did you even watch the trailer?)

"Bullet Train is shooting nothing but blanks." (Proud of that one are you?)

Look, I'm not the guy who needs everyone think/feel how they think/feel about things (no one likes that guy), but I am genuinely curious how I'm seeing this so differently than these folks. I was expecting a fun, slick movie about assassins on a train, and that's what this is.

You wanted more of a plot? - I mean... while they're killing each other, they all want a certain briefcase - plot enough for me.

I say that simple works best:

"Lord of the Rings" - I liked it, but... it's just 9 hours of a group of hippies trying to destroy a ring. 

Simple.

Beyonce's "Renaissance" 

Simple.  Not knocking it, and I like it, but it's just a forty year old going clubbing and having sex (and lots of it... everywhere:) Again, I like it, but some act like it's Mozart or something.

I recently watched "Nope". People were irritated that I didn't show enough respect to Jordan Peele's "masterpiece"; mad that I didn't get it. No, I got it... is there more? No offense, but the "lesson" there was one that you'd hear on some stoner's podcast. Too much going on for a dull payoff (in my humble opinion). Gotta keep it simple.

Sometimes, you just go down the street for milk and a pack of smokes - that's not an interesting story to be told, BUT if you add assassins to that story, and something about Brad Pitt - please tell me more! I don't care about your core plot, just give me the good stuff. What am I missing?!

Plus, I'D say (humbly) that this film DOES have some depth. not a wow-factor "omg you just blew my mind" type of depth (that I was looking for in "Nope":), but this flick has a lot to do with fate and how our paths connect. When you leave the theatre and start peeling away some of that... it gets fun. But, maybe I was high or something when I went to see this movie, cuz no one else seems to think this :) But, I'M with you, Brad! You and me, buddy! If you make a sequel, I'm down - call me. I really hope this becomes the next "Fast & Furious". I want to see at least 8 more Bullet Trains! Bradchise here we come!

The only issue I had with this movie was its length. It could have been trimmed 30-40mins,  but I still enjoyed it.

Grade: a surprising A-

I will take one thing back - you CAN have a lot of action and still be bored. The recent movie "The Gray Man" proved this.

However, that movie took itself way too seriously. "Bullet Train" knows what it is. It's a party where it's loud; really loud (Beyonce is cranked!), and everyone is popping pills and getting sweaty and sexy on the dance floor (the under-sized living room). But, you've gotta be up for that. I get it.

Sometimes, you want a quiet evening at a hipsters crib, with fancy drinks and convo. A party with a couple of Karens around to call the police when they think the party next door needs to turn down the Bey, and be more mature like them. To each their own :)

#BulletTrain #johnpraphit #praphitproductions.com #BradPitt #MovieReviews #Atlanta #Japan #Praphit #Beyonce #clubbing #action #assassins #davidleitch #rottentomatoes

[loumauve]

does anyone else ever just catch themselves thinking about a person fondly and having their mind go I love you so much.? because sometimes that happens to me, and it’s always because I just really love my ridiculous friends. like.. they’re nerdy, and smart as hell, and they care so much, and they try so hard. and it’s like.. I love them, but I also appreciate them. and above all other things that follow after - I am so so proud of them. and sometimes I get so emotional about that, it’s kind of stupid but also kind of the best thing, isn’t it?

#anyway. I gotta sleep #but I just had another one of those moments and I wanted a reminder of it for when I read back through this blog in ten years lol #it really is too bad I can't just go hugging everybody on here #then again.. most hugs I have these days don't last nearly long enough. what happened to just standing there taking in the comfort #I mean.. I know what happened. also people probably either don't like hugging as much or they have other people to hug lots #but yeah.. how do these tags keep derailing on me like this.. #also. I finally watched Atomic Blonde today and I liked it a lot despite the awful German lol

[duckymcdoorknob]

HI I LOVE YOU AND I SEND THINGY REEEEE-

SO UH- Happy Valentine’s Day!! And may I,,,perhaps request this kinda choccy?;

Ribbon, White/Milky choccy, Square, aaaand,,,Strawberry Jam (,,,if u could do kiribaku,,👀(

HI LOML

of coURSE YOU MAY REQUEST THAT!!

WOW THIS IS SHIT I WROTE THIS AT LIKE 5 IN THE MORNING

I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS CROCKPOT OF HORSESHIT!! I LUB YOU SO SO MUCH

ESTABLISHED KIRIBAKU!!

CW: Tickles below the cut!

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦❤︎

As another pointless game night spontaneously occurred, Bakugo found himself secretly amused at the competitiveness of his boyfriend. The usually spiky-haired hero was lax and focused, hair completely flaccid. He was seated against Bakugo, sitting between his open legs.

“I bet you two weeks of chores that it was Mustard with the pistol in the game room.” Kirishima stated proudly.

The atomic blonde found himself smiling fondly, lazily tracing patterns on one shoulder as he rested his head on the other.

As he continued, he felt the redhead begin to jitter and sputter over his words.

“Oh? What’s wrong, Kirishima?” Denki teased, picking up the final envelope.

“Nothing!” He yelped in reply, face flushing to the signature color of his favorite hero.

Oh Bakugo was about to ruin his boyfriend’s entire career. He leaned in close and whispered, “What’s wrong, babe? Are you blushing?”

“Mm-mnm” he strained quickly, trying his damndest to keep from giggling at the evil tracing that had moved to his back.

“Reeeeaaaaally?” The blonde cooed, “Are you really not blushing?”

Kirishima’s eyes squeezed shut as he felt strong hands come in lazy contact with his sides. “M-Mhm!”

As Bakugo’s hands began to run along his lover’s body, Kaminari picked up the card and began to read.

“Mustard………. Pistol……….” While Denki drew out his answer, poor Red Riot was shifting in discomfort, given that Bakugo had paused to hover his hands right over the latter’s hipbones.

“Oooh! Tough break, it was the kitchen!” A happy, yet disappointment-stricken voice emitted from a cheerful Denki.

And before poor Kirishima could register his loss, those threatening hands drilled into his poor hipbones

“Oh no, babe you lost!” The atomic blonde chimed in a low voice.

“Wh- BAHAHAKUHUHUGOHOHO!” The latter exploded into bubbly laughter.

“Kirishima!”

“DOHOHOHONT!” Kirishima whined, writhing away from the evil attack,

“Oh? Don’t what? I’m not doing a single thing.”

“TIHIHICKLE MEHEHE!”

“Tickle you? Of course I will!” Bakugo teased.

The redhead threw his head back into Bakugo’s shoulder, covering his face with his hands. Was he seriously doing this now? In front of all of their friends?

“Ohp! Blushing again are we?” The blonde cooed, switching to squeeze at his boyfriend’s sides.

“Yohohou’rehehe sohohoho mehehehean!”

“Good observation. That’s just what I do.” Bakugo chirped in response.

“Why hehehehere? Ahahahand why nohohohow?” Kirishima moved his head to rest on his lover’s thigh, trying to escape the tickles.

“Because.”

“Juhuhuhust behehehcahahause?”

“Yeah.” He beamed, moving to pin Kirishima’s arms with his thighs, “You’re also cute n’ shit and I think everyone needs some serotonin boost.”

As if it didn’t register before, the fact hit him like a truck: they were being watched. All of their friends were smiling brightly upon them, absolutely in dire need of their best friend’s laughter.

“Waitwaitwait don’t tickle me there.” The redhead breathed, kicking his legs.

“Don’t? I thought this was your tickle spot though?”

The former snapped his eyes shut in disappointment, “Well I was trying not to tell everyo-OHOHOHOHONE! BAHAHAHAKUGOHOHOHO!”

“Oooh get ‘im, Bakugo!” Denki chirped, seated on the backs of his calves.

The other blonde simply hummed in reply, as if to agree, as he tactfully wiggled his finger’s under his lover’s arm.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Kirishima threw his furiously blushing face to the side, attempting to hide it from his friends.

“Oh don’t do that.” Bakugo ordered, moving his lover’s head with his hand, “They wanna see how cute you look!”

“BAGAHAKUGOHOHO YOHOHOURE KIHIHILLING MEHEHE!”

With a final set of prods to the tops of his ribs, Bakugo slowly died down on his attacks. He was secretly happy to show their friends his playful side, and was very hopeful this would happen again.

“You…” the redhead panted as he regained his wind, “are brutal”

And for the first time, in front of his best friends, the ones he trusts most in the world, the ones he can’t live without, he chuckled.

Bakugo chuckled.

And that…? That was a mistake on his half…

Because Denki deduced that since Bakugo can laugh normally, he must be ticklish right? And we all know what they say…

An eye for an eye… a betrayal for a betrayal.

Soon the blonde found himself in a very vulnerable position. But it was okay. His boyfriend was there for him, and he trusted his friends more than anyone in the world!

❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

#cutesy confections #ducky’s moonbeams 🤍 #t content #mha #bnha #bnha tickle #mha tickle #my hero tickle #my hero academia tickle #my hero #my hero academia #kiribaku tickle #Kiribaku #Kirishima x bakugo #Bakugo x Kirishima #lee!kirishima #ticklish!kirishima #ler!bakugo #is this lee Kirishima solely because you kin him? #mayhaps

[emmyrosee]

So I just rewatched Atomic Blonde for the second time. I'm once again freaking out about Mr Merkel. That damn voice has me weak. Can we please talk about Soft!Dom!Merkel dealing with his bratty sub? 😇 Hope you're doing well, Darling. Have a good day. ~🌺

LISTEN. L I S T E N. MERKEL LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREEE, AND SOFT!DOM MERKEL????? I PAY HIM-

———

“It truly is a shame you try to use your mouth for things other than what I intend to use it for.”

The words tumble past Gordan’s lips effortlessly, almost sounding tired in the confession, as if used to this same talk and bored of it happening on so many occasions.

But one thing you learned about Gordan, is for as loving as he is, he is equally impatient for any ridiculousness you could throw at him.

With his glasses low on his nose and the loose locks of hair falling in front of his beautiful green eyes, they watch your throat bulge out as you suck on his thick fingers, gagging on the digits and trembling from the almost painful pleasure demanding attention between your legs.

“To think,” he continues, sighing dramatically. “I wanted to come home to my little bunny and treat them to a night they would never forget. But instead,” he uses his free, large hand to paw over the tightening fabric of his slacks. “I now have to punish them.”

“Pleash daddy,” you whimper around his fingers, small hand wrapping as much as it can around his wrist. You aren’t even sure you know what you’re asking for, something, anything to relieve the tension inside of you.

You want him to fuck you raw. You want him to spank you until you’re bruised. You want him to completely destroy you in every possible way he seems fit, anything but this seemingly annoyed indifference he’s sending your way now.

All while he pleasures himself.

This was real torture.

“Oh, my poor sweet baby,” he croons, and you whimper at the thick sarcasm dripping in his voice. “If only you had wanted to be good just a few minutes ago, hmm?”

The fingers in your mouth quickly pull themselves out of your lips, and you gag once more at the forceful removal, and before you can ask anything about his actions, he grips your chin in those same saliva coated fingers.

“Perhaps then that pretty little mouth would be used exactly as I’d planned, rather than how I now have to.”

@little-grunge-flowerz

#yum. #gnuff🤤 #gordan merkel #gordan merkel smut #gordan merkel x reader #gordan merkel x reader smut #gordan merkel imagine #gordan merkel atomic blonde #atomic blonde #atomic blonde smut #atomic blonde imagine #bill skarsgard smut #bill skaragard imagine #bill skarsgård imagine #bill skarsgård smut

[intheticklecloset]

My Hero Academia Coffee Shots #151-160

A collection of the MHA sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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151) Lee Kaminari, Ler Bakugou

“GEHEHEHEHET OFF!! GET OFFAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Denki shrieked, laughing hysterically into the carpet of the living room, desperate to be able to move his legs even a little.

Bakugou was sitting on his calves, digging roughly into his knee pits. “I will when you admit I wasn’t cheating.”

“BUT YOU WEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Around them on the couches sat their other friends, watching the spectacle unfold with smiles on their faces. Sero and Mina cheered Bakugou on while Kirishima squirmed in his seat, silently wishing he’d had the wherewithal to accuse their explosive friend of cheating in Uno of all games.

“Just because I kept playing Draw Fours on your butt doesn’t mean I was cheating. It was the luck of the draw.”

“Heart of the cards!” Sero spoke up, grinning.

Bakugou smirked. “Yeah, what he said.”

“BUT THERE’S NOHOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAHAHAY!!” Denki insisted, still laughing his guts out. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Anyone else here think I was cheating?”

Mina and Sero shook their heads. Kirishima hesitated a moment too long and was also counted as a ‘no’ by the blonde.

“The cheese stands alone, dunce face,” Bakugou growled playfully. “But if you apologize, I might decide to be nice to you.”

“NIHIHIHIHICE?! HOHOHOHOW?!”

“Apologize and find out.”

Denki groaned into the carpet, mirthful tears springing to his eyes. He was losing his mind laughing and he couldn’t move at all, and he knew if this kept up he’d blow a fuse within minutes.

So, he surrendered.

“OKAY FIHIHIHIHINE I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!! YOU DIHIHIHIHIDN’T CHEAT!!” he pleaded. “SOMEHOW YOU DIHIHIHIHIHIDN’T!! PLEHEHEHEASE, STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

As promised, Bakugou let up and climbed off of him, rolling him onto his back. “Apology accepted. Now…” He sat on his waist. “Here’s a reward for coming around.”

Denki panicked at first, thinking he was about to be sent into another round of screaming hysterics, but when he felt the featherlight touches along his belly and sides, he dissolved into tiny, happy giggles despite himself. He loosely grabbed Bakugou’s wrists but didn’t push him away.

“Bahahahahahakugou!”

“See? Nice, gentle tickles. You like that, don’t you?”

“Ehehehehehehe! Bahahahahakugou!”

Bakugou smirked, enjoying drawing out Denki’s desperate, giddy giggles just as much as his loud, frantic laughter. “What do you say? Want to play another round?”

*

152) Lee Uraraka, Ler Bakugou

“I’m, uh…I’m sorry,” Bakugou muttered, averting his eyes as he spoke to the girl he liked with not nearly as much confidence as he’d prefer. “For earlier.”

Uraraka turned to look at him. “Huh? Oh, you mean during training? It’s fine! We were supposed to go all-out.”

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

“I know.” She smiled at him. “It’s okay, really.”

Bakugou huffed, then glanced up at her and finally took a few steps forward. “Can I do anything to help?”

To be honest, Uraraka was more than a little confused by whatever was going on here. She wasn’t used to the atomic blonde being so…well, normal. She giggled a little. “I’m okay, Bakugou. Honest.”

He stopped just a pace in front of her, reaching for her hand, startling her into actual eye contact for the first time. After a beat, he leaned down so his forehead was resting on her shoulder. “I should have taken it easier.”

“What? No.” Uraraka stepped back, boldly grabbing his chin and making him look at her while she scolded him. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Plus, I’m tougher than you give me credit for! Don’t you dare hold back on me, King Explosion Murder.”

He blinked. Chuckled a bit. Took her other hand from his chin, holding both now. “That’s a really stupid name.”

“You came up with it.”

“I know.” Bakugou wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, enjoying the pink blush staining her cheeks now. “And I know you’re tough, Ochaco.”

She giggled again.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, squeezing her side playfully. “Why do you keep laughing at me?”

“I’m nohohot,” she squeaked, giggling harder now. “I laugh when I’m nervous.”

“Oh? Not because you’re ticklish?”

Uraraka didn’t even have time to reply before he was scribbling over her sides and ribs, letting out a growl when she turned to run, grabbing her and holding her hostage with one hand while the other continued drawing out adorable squeals and laughter.

“Nahahahahahaha! Bahahahahakugou!”

“What? I’m just giving you a treat as a reward for surviving my attacks earlier,” he teased, feeling his heart race faster as she squirmed and cackled in his grip. He liked this girl way, way more than he ever thought he would.

“Ehehehehehe! You’re so mehehehehehehean!”

He chuckled lowly. “Maybe,” he conceded, “but I don’t hear you asking me to stop~”

*

153) Lee Todoroki, Ler Bakugou

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Todoroki begged as he laughed himself hoarse, head thrown back off the side of the couch, arms clutching his stomach as his evil boyfriend pinned his legs down and easily, ruthlessly scratched the bare soles of his feet like he was trying to dig for gold. “I CAHAHAHAHAN’T ANYMOHOHOHOHOHORE!! KAHAHAHAHATSUKI, PLEHEHEHEASE!! MEHEHEHEHERCY!!”

Bakugou grinned at the hysterical mess he’d made of the most handsome, composed boy he’d ever met and gradually let up on the force of his tickling until he was lightly tracing the outlines of Todoroki’s feet, gently bringing him down from the tickle high he’d been in before finally stopping altogether.

“You last longer every time,” the blonde noted as he got up, freeing Todoroki’s legs and leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Good job, Sho.”

“C-Cahahan’t…breheheheathe…” the half-and-half boy giggled, still a little loopy from the sheer intensity and length of this latest session. He coughed a little.

Bakugou brushed his hair from his sweaty forehead and kissed his cheek this time. “Hang in there. I’ll go get you some water. Take it easy, okay?”

Minutes later he was back with a glass of cool water in hand, relieved to find Todoroki sitting up normally on the couch now. His hands were still shaky as he took the glass, but he at least had the wherewithal to remember to take small sips rather than chug it all down at once.

“Sorry if I was a little rough,” Bakugou murmured, observing how wrecked his boyfriend looked. “It’s easy for me to get caught up in it when you laugh so hard like that. I really love it.”

Todoroki gave him a shy smile. “It’s okay. I like it, too. And you always stop when I use the safe word, so…yeah, I just needed to catch my breath a little more this time. But that was…really fun.”

Bakugou wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him in, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I’m glad you’re tough. You can take my tickling better than anyone, and I love you for it.”

Todoroki blushed. He’d been surprised to learn that his boyfriend loved tickling but had been willing to subject himself to it in moderation, only now the more often he got wrecked like this, the more often he wanted to experience that high again and again. “I love you, too, Katsuki.”

The blonde hugged him closer. “Do you want to cuddle for the rest of the night?”

Seeing the way the icy-hot boy’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, Bakugou knew he’d made the right offer.

“I’d love that,” Todoroki replied, and the two of them snuggled so close they only took up one seat cushion for the rest of the night until they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

*

154) Lee Todoroki, Ler Jirou

If the howling wind and frantic, whirling snowflakes outside the dorm’s windows weren’t an indicator that the prefecture was currently in the middle of the worst winter storm it had seen in years, the fact that the thermostat inside couldn’t keep up certainly was.

Todoroki was sitting on one of the couches in the living room reading when Jirou entered, pulling him from his fictional world back into the real one.

“You okay?” he asked, noticing the way she hugged herself as she moved closer, eyes darting to the sliding doors that he’d slid the curtain back from to watch the storm. He’d thought it was beautiful in its own haunting kind of way.

Jirou shivered, looking around the immediate area. “It’s so cold. I can’t sleep. Are there any extra blankets down here?”

“Um…” Todoroki glanced around, too, though he knew full well there weren’t any. “I’m not sure if we have any extras on hand somewhere. We could ask in the morning.” She shivered again – a clear sign that she was already struggling to make it through the next hour, let alone several – and he gestured for her to come closer. “Here, sit by me.”

She gave him a little smirk. “Are you going to keep me warm?” she asked, but did in fact walk around the sofa to join him, sitting on his left.

In response, Todoroki summoned a small flame into his palm and held it towards her, returning her smile. “I’m surprised you’re the first to ask, honestly.”

“You’re an angel,” she told him, scooting closer to the warmth, brushing against him. “Sorry, is this too close?”

“No,” he replied. “Just don’t burn yourself.”

“Better than the alternative.”

He huffed a laugh, settling back in to his seat, book tucked under his leg.

“What are you reading?” she asked.

“Nothing,” Todoroki replied.

“Liar. I saw you reading something. What was it?”

“Just a book.”

Jirou gave him a quizzical look, then smirked at him. “What’s the matter? Is it dirty?”

“What?! No!” he cried, flame sputtering as a physical reflection of his surprise. “It’s just…it’s nothing.”

Feeling much more like herself now that she was warming up, Jirou poked him in the ribs. “Come on, you can tell me. It can’t be any worse than the things Kaminari reads.”

Todoroki giggled, too ticklish to hold it back, and the fire sputtered again. “Don’t! It’s nothing, really. Just…”

This time she used both hands to tickle him, making him put out the fire to grab her in self-defense, the palm that had been holding the flame nearly burning her skin. She yelped, pulling back, then redoubled her attack, laughing along with him. “Just tell me, Todo!”

“Okay, okahahahay! It’s a gihihihihirly book!” he squealed, squirming under her tickling fingers for a few moments longer until she let up and grinned at him.

“Girly?”

With a resigned, embarrassed sigh, he pulled out the book and offered it to her. She flipped it over and beamed at the cover. “A manga version of Pride and Prejudice?! That’s so cute!”

“Don’t tell anyone, okay?” he murmured, clearly uncomfortable. “It’s just…”

“It’s totally fine to read whatever you want, you know,” Jirou said matter-of-factly, handing the novel back to him. “But if you promise to keep me warm, I’ll promise this can be our secret.”

Relieved, Todoroki recalled the flame and made it even bigger, inviting her to snuggle close to him. “It’s a deal.”

*

155) Switches Kaminari and Deku

“Yeet!”

Kaminari ducked as the snowball sailed overhead. He stared incredulously at his friend. “Did you seriously just yell ‘yeet’?”

Deku laughed. “Yeah!”

“Dork,” Kami muttered, then gathered up a mega snowball and threw it at the greenette. “Yeet!”

“See? It’s fun to say!”

The snowballs continued to fly for another minute before finally one connected – right in Deku’s face. He toppled to the ground, clutching his cheek.

“Oh my gosh!” Kami yelped, scrambling over to him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit your face! Are you okay?”

Deku groaned. “Oww…”

The blonde felt awful. “I’m sorry! Why don’t we go back inside? I’ll make you some hot chocolaaaaAAA HEHEHEHEY STAHAHAHAP!!”

With a victorious grin, Deku grabbed onto Kami’s sides and squeezed rapidly, gradually pushing his friend back into the snow. “Gotcha! This is what you get for hitting me in the face! We said no headshots, remember?”

“I knohohohohow! I’m sohohohohorry, Midoriyahahahaha!” The sparky blonde screeched, giggling hysterically at the light, teasing touches that were gradually traveling up to his ribs. “Plehehehease! This isn’t fahahahahair!”

“Too bad~” Deku giggled.

Kami lit up his quirk and grabbed onto the greenette’s ribs, tasing him with his tickle shocks and making the poor boy scream and fall back so their positions were reversed. The blonde wasted no time hopping onto his waist and tickling all over his torso wildly in retaliation.

“Your turn, you goofball!” he laughed, enjoying the way Deku’s entire face lit up with his cackles, brightening the very air around them. “Think you can tickle me and get away with it? You’re not even really hurt, are you?”

“Nohohohoho!” Deku squealed, kicking weakly, snow flying into the air around his feet. “Kami, lehehehehehet me gohohohoho!”

“In a minute.” His friend traveled down to his hips and kneaded as best he could through the layers he wore, but it was worth it to watch him panic, eyes lighting up despite himself at the much more ticklish sensations.

“Nahahahahaha! Kami, that’s reheheheheheally not fahahahahahair! Not my hihihihihihips!”

“I dunno, Midoriya,” Kaminari teased, shooting him a wink as he tickled even faster, making him screech once again. “I kind of like winning, and I’m much better at tickle fights than snowball fights, so…”

The two of them took turns laughing for a long time after that, eventually retreating back into the dorms for hot chocolate when they were both exhausted from the fun day.

*

156) Lee Todoroki, Ler Bakugou

“Not that I don’t love cuddling with you, Katsuki,” Todoroki chuckled as his boyfriend snuggled closer into his left side, silently imploring his boyfriend to warm him up, “but I think it’s so funny how you can’t handle the cold.”

“Shut the heck up,” Bakugou grumbled. “My quirk isn’t built for this kind of weather. I can’t sweat if I’m shivering my butt off.”

Todoroki gave him a tiny smirk. “I’d like to see that, actually.”

Bakugou smacked his leg and curled up even more. “Just help me out, idiot.”

For a moment Todoroki was going to do just that, but then he decided he couldn’t resist messing with his partner a little more. “Hmm…nah. I’m not bothered by the temperature. You’re just a big baby.”

“What did you say to me?” the blonde demanded, snapping his head up to see Todoroki’s eyes sparkling with mischief. Irritated, he growled low in his throat. “Fine, you don’t want to help? I’ll work up a sweat myself and then blast you into the next prefecture, you sorry excuse for a boyfriend.”

“Come on, don’t be mehehehehean! Wahahahahahaha hehehehehehey!” The icy-hot hero suddenly found himself giggling uncontrollably when Bakugou straddled his lap and started pinching up and down his sides and ribs, pinning him in place all the while. “Ehehehehehe! Kahahahahatsuki!”

Bakugou smirked. Frustrated as he was, he had to admit he lived to hear Todoroki giggling out his first name like that. It warmed him up just as well as his fire would have. “Too late. This was your choice, babe. Now suffer!”

“Buhuhuhuhut I lihihihihike mehehehehessing with you – AIEE NOHOHO NOT THERE!!”

“Yeah? I like messing with you, too, Sho.” The blonde wiggled a hand up into his armpit. “Tickle, tickle, cuddle bug~”

“DOHOHOHON’T CALL ME THAHAHAHAT!!” Todoroki cried, his right cheek turning red enough to blend in with the scar on his left side. “KAHAHAHAHATSUKI, PLEHEHEHEASE!! I’LL KEHEHEHEHEEP YOU WAHAHAHAHARM!!”

“Promise?” Bakugou let out a long string of skittering noises to accompany his underarm tickling – a teasing technique that always made the half-and-half hero lose his mind squealing with giggles.

“I PROMISE!! JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!!”

The blonde let up on his assault and curled up against him again in the way they’d been cuddled together a minute before, humming in satisfaction when he finally began to feel warmth radiating from his boyfriend’s skin onto his.

After a pause during which Todoroki caught his breath, the peppermint boy observed, “You know, there are other ways I can warm you up…”

Bakugou only grunted and cuddled him harder. “Shut up, Shoto.”

*

157) Lee Deku, Ler Todoroki

When the credits rolled, Todoroki picked up the remote and switched the TV off, letting out a groan that was louder than usual for him.

Deku glanced up from his superhero magazine. “You okay?”

“I’m starving.”

“We could have dinner. I guess it is a little late in the evening, huh?” The greenette dogeared his page and tossed the magazine onto the table, stretching. “What are you hungry for?”

Todoroki paused as if considering. “Raspberries.”

“That’s specific,” Deku giggled, already getting to his feet, barely looking at his boyfriend as he started to walk around the couch. “I don’t know if we have any, but I can look—”

“Izuku.”

The use of his first name made him stop and turn, and that’s when he saw the glint in Todoroki’s eyes. The playful, eager shine they only had when he was in that kind of mood.

Deku was blushing before his boyfriend’s meaning had fully sunk in. “Oh. Oh! You mean…those kind of raspberries?”

The smirk that teased Todoroki’s lips was answer enough, and the greenette giggled in anticipation as he retraced his steps, plopped himself right back down where he’d been, and lay back as enticingly as he was able to manage. “Well, eat up, then. It’s important to eat healthy, you know.”

Todoroki snorted, but crawled over to him and straddled his knees, grinning excitedly. “You sure you don’t mind?”

“You know I love it when you’re in a mood, Shoto.”

The half-and-half hero gripped his wrists gently but firmly, pinning them to his sides, pulling up Deku’s shirt with his teeth, shooting him a teasing look that made the freckled boy’s heart race.

“N-No fair,” Deku whined, giggles shifting from eager to something lighter and more genuine when Todoroki started kissing his lower tummy.

“No?”

“You can’t look at me like that and not do something about it!”

“Sorry, babe.” Todoroki pushed up on his knees to lean down and kiss Deku’s lips for a few moments, then immediately went back to nibbling his belly. “Better?”

“Hehehehehe! Yeheheheheah,” the greenette replied as he squirmed, bracing himself. “Now, whahahat about those rahahahaspberr-EEEEEEES!!”

Todoroki chuckled along with his laughing boyfriend as he finally got the snack he’d been craving all evening.

*

158) Lee Deku, Ler Bakugou

Deku’s obnoxious yellow All Might shirt was falling up – yes, up – his chest and he was frantically trying to push it back down, but it was hard when a certain angry blonde kept jabbing his waistline.

“Kacchan, stohohohooop,” he whined, green hair brushing the carpet of the floor, face flushed from his awkward positioning.

Bakugou snorted, continuing to poke and prod at his bare skin. “Don’t pretend you aren’t having the time of your life, moron.”

Deku opened his mouth to pretend to argue, but what came out of him was a stream of giggles rather than words. He shot his arms up to protect himself, making his shirt fall all over again. Two single fingers dug into his hips slowly but relentlessly. The shockwaves of ticklishness were already unbearable, and they had only barely started!

“See? You’re cackling like a clown. You obviously love this.” Bakugou kept up his wiggling with ease, watching Deku squirm with a satisfaction he wasn’t even trying to disguise. “Tickle, tickle, little nerd.”

“Dohohohohohohon’t!” Deku squealed, arching his back as much as he could while upside-down, hands flailing uselessly.

“Don’t what?”

“Cahahahahall me thahahahahat!”

“Oh? You like being called a little nerd, huh?” The blonde smirked through Deku’s chorus of “nononono!” and teased, “Little Deku just loves being tickled riiiight here, doesn’t he? Your smile says it all. Shaking your head like that won’t make me stop, little nerd.”

Deku was losing his mind. It was only two fingers, but they were so steadily tickling his worst spot and the teasing was making him desperate for it to – “Stohohohohohohohop!”

“Why should I?”

“It tihihihihihihihickles, Kacchahahahahahan!”

Bakugou scoffed, switching to two fingers on each side and vibrating them now. “You’ll have to come up with something more convincing than that, little nerd. Oh? Does this bother you? Tickles a lot more now, huh, ticklish little Deku?”

Deku couldn’t help the way his frantic giggling shifted into full belly laughter at the change in technique, but despite all his protests, he knew his friend was right. He really was having the time of his life.

He always did when Bakugou decided to be playful with him.

*

159) Lee Bakugou, Ler Todoroki

Todoroki was pouting.

One of the struggles of dating Bakugou was that the blonde didn’t give him a lot of physical affection, which would have been fine if not for Todoroki’s now knowing how much good it did him to have that kind of special bonding time with someone. He loved cuddles and kisses and just generally being in the same space as his boyfriend more than was probably normal, but he couldn’t help it.

He tried to respect Bakugou’s boundaries; he knew he didn’t crave physical affection nearly as much, but he felt it wasn’t too much to ask to be allowed to snuggle with him once in a while, at least.

Tonight was one of those nights he really wanted to be affectionate, but Bakugou was lost in his own little world, having just binged an entire season of his latest favorite show in one sitting and now basking in the afterglow.

Todoroki scoffed. Afterglow. He should be basking in mine, not some TV show’s.

“Katsuki,” he tried, “can I snuggle with you?”

It took Bakugou a moment to realize he’d even spoken. “Hm? Oh, yeah, sure. Come here, clingy.”

He could have done without the nickname, but he’d take what he could get. Todoroki shuffled over to his boyfriend and huddled up against his side, relishing the fleeting feeling of Bakugou’s arm around his shoulders.

A moment passed. The blonde was clearly still in his own head.

Todoroki sighed. “You’re not…paying attention to me.”

“Eh?” came the absentminded reply.

That did it.

“I said,” the peppermint boy repeated, reaching over to pinch his boyfriend’s hip, “you’re not paying attention to—”

“H-Hey, stohop that!” Bakugou snorted, shooting his arm down to push him away, a trembling grin on his lips.

Todoroki beamed, his heart leaping in his chest at the sight and sound. Well, if this was how to get him to give him proper attention…

“Why should I? You’ve been ignoring me all day.” Todoroki went back to pinching, chuckling a little himself when Bakugou started to snicker, a smile on his face as he twisted and squirmed. “I let you watch your show, but it’s my turn. I want attention. Get all googly-eyed about me, Katsuki.”

“I’m nohohohot googly-eyed over anythihihing! Gah, you ihihihidiot, quit tihihihihickling me!”

Todoroki instead started squeezing both hips at once, pushing Bakugou over onto his side, relishing in the yelp and laughter that followed. “No way! Now that you’re finally focused on me, I want it to stay that way!”

It wasn’t long before Todoroki found himself getting all kinds of attention after that.

*

160) Lee Todoroki, Ler Bakugou

Bakugou had started it.

Bakugou had started it.

Todoroki shivered as his boyfriend kissed up his arm, from wrist to elbow to shoulder. He’d never been more grateful to be wearing cutoff sleeves thanks to this summer heat.

Bakugou wrapped one arm around his back, running his fingers through his hair with the opposite hand. He’d instigated this – started it by sitting in Todoroki’s lap and showering him with kisses – and now the half-and-half boy was melting beneath him, in absolute bliss. He loved being cuddled and ambushed with affection, and that was exactly what was happening now. He couldn’t get enough of it.

But then…

Todoroki squeaked and scrunched his shoulders when Bakugou pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “Hehe, Katsuki, that tihickles…”

Bakugou hummed, a smirk tugging at his lips as he kissed him again, and again, and again, until Todoroki was giggling uncontrollably.

“We both know you like it when I play with you,” the blonde murmured into his ear, slipping the hand around his back under his shirt to tease the bare skin. “Let me love you, Shoto.”

Well, how was he supposed to respond to that?

Todoroki gripped Bakugou’s shirt in his hands, snickering and squirming in his seat as kiss after kiss landed on his sensitive neck. It tickled like crazy, but he still couldn’t help but tip his head back and give his boyfriend easier access, because it was true – he loved it when Bakugou did things like this. It was so rare, he wanted to savor every last second.

Still, when his boyfriend started nibbling along his neck, Todoroki couldn’t help but squeal. His hands shot down to shove at Bakugou’s chest, trying to push him away in earnest now.

“Bahahahahabe, stahahahahap! It tihihihihickles!”

In response, Bakugou grabbed his wrists and shoved them behind him, pinning them to the couch while he went to town nibbling on his partner’s neck.

Todoroki shrieked and cackled helplessly, squirming in the blonde’s strong hold but going nowhere fast.

He had a feeling he was going to be in for a long night indeed.

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I'm Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 2

Batfamily x Batsis Story!

Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: Explicit Language and Angst!

Author's Note: It's amazing how much one can write when they've got a story to tell, eh? Enjoy! -Thorne

Set Three Years After PT. 1:

Life for her revolved around work in the A.M. and community college in the P.M. If she wasn’t brewing cappuccinos and baking apple turnovers, she was writing research papers and taking physics exams. It was hectic and it was hard, much harder than anything she’d done, but it was her life, and she was going to make the best of it. The money she’d taken from her savings account had only lasted her long enough to get a decent one bedroom one bathroom apartment in a small complex and the rest went towards tuition. The coffee shop two blocks from her building had fortunately been looking for a new hire when she arrived, and she took the chance where it was, not going to look the gift horse in its mouth.

The life she lived now was a complete 180 from her old one. Back then, she didn’t have to work (though she did at a high-end department store in the mall—her father got her the job but at least she had one) and there wasn’t anything she couldn’t get with a swipe of a credit card. Now she was on a budget that consisted of five and ten tips and the last time she actually bought a new pair of shoes over a hundred dollars had been last year when she needed them for an interview, and even then, it cost her a limb.

Everything was so different, but she didn’t want to go back, preferring to be on her own and away from Gotham. From the newspapers and media, her family had convinced the world that she’d taken a few years to go overseas and spend time in Europe. A mental reprieve, they’d called it. Partially true if she was honest, but she wasn’t going to open her mouth about it lest they learned where she was. She didn’t go through all that trouble to be found within three years.

“Melisandre.”

Maybe I should move again?

“Melisandre?”

Moving would take a long time but it would be effective.

“Melisandre!”

Someone grabbed her arm over the counter, and she jerked with a start, eyes widening as she finally realized someone was standing in front of her.

“Barry?” she asked, and he smiled.

“Finally,” he snorted. “I’ve been calling your name for like ten minutes now.”

She felt a flush creep along her cheeks, and she smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I was thinking about something. Usual?” she murmured, marking a disposable coffee cup with a marker.

Barry nodded with understanding and handed her a credit card. “I hear you. How’s studying going for that physics exam?” His blue eyes darted to the science book she had sprawled over the counter.

“It’s going,” she muttered and turned, starting to mix together his latte. “I still can’t get the thermodynamic laws down. They’re a bit confusing.”

“Yeah, it’ll take a while. You know if you need my help, all you gotta do is ask, right?”

Shrugging, she glanced at him as she poured. “You’re a busy man, Barry. I can’t have you trying to help me while trying to solve cases too.”

Barry chuckled and accepted the freshly poured latte. “I’m an excellent multitasker, Melisandre. Besides, you don’t have to worry about it messing with my work.” She opened her mouth to retort but he cut her off. “Seriously, shoot me an email about whatever questions you’ve got, and I’ll take a look at ‘em, okay?”

Her eyes narrowed warily, and she inquired, “You’re sure it won’t interfere? I’d hate for you to get in trouble for working on non-work-related things.”

“I promise, Melisandre,” he smiled and accepted a bag of apple turnovers too. He couldn’t help but pull one out and bite into it, letting out a delighted noise. “God, what do you put in these things? They’re phenomenal.”

She giggled and winked as he handed her a twenty. “A baker never reveals her secret, but if you really want to know, I use a little vanilla extract.”

Barry shook his head with a chuckle and started making his way to the door. “See you later, Melisandre!”

Waving at him, she called, “Bye Barry! Take care!”

Just as he opened the door, he stopped and spun around, suddenly asking, “Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?”

Blinking, she glanced at the physics book then back to him. “Well, I was going to be studying for the exam…why?”

“My nephew is in town and I wanted to introduce him to you. I’ve already mentioned you a bunch of times and he wants to meet you.”

Her face pinched. “Barry Allen, what did you tell that poor boy?”

He stuck his tongue out at her. “That there’s a lonely college student who has no friends but has the greatest baking abilities in the world.”

“I cannot believe you told him I had no friends! Why!”

“You don’t.”

“Well, yeah! But still! You don’t just tell someone that! It makes me seem like there’s something wrong with me!”

Barry waved a hand. “Relax. Wally’s the least jerky person you’ll meet.” He smiled. “You’ll like him.”

She frowned. “I still don’t think this is a good idea, Barry.”

“Why not?”

“Well, he’s here to see you and your wife, not come meet the person who feeds your apple turnover addiction.”

The blonde’s cheeks turned a dark shade of crimson and he spluttered, “It is not an addiction!” he spun around and marched through the door. “I’ll send him over tomorrow! Bye!”

And he left before she could even say a word.

***

It had to be hieroglyphics. It was either that or some ancient cuneiform he’d recently taken up interest in, because there was no way whatever he’d written on the paper was English.

She cocked her head to the side, muttering, “Jesus Christ, Barry, did you write this on a caffeine bender? Your writing is like chicken scratch.” She tipped her head to the other side trying to decipher it when someone leaned over her shoulder.

“Which problem do you need help on?” they asked, and she pointed to the sheet.

“I have no idea what that says.” She turned and saw a red-haired stranger. “If you think you can, be my guest.”

He took it and read over it a moment, green eyes scanning over the page then he said, “Let’s see, he wrote first, ‘The third law of thermodynamics states that the entropy of a system at absolute zero is a well-defined constant. This is because a system at zero temperature exists in its ground state, so that its entropy is determined only by the degeneracy of the ground state.’”

Pausing, he scanned it again and added, “Then he marked a note beside it and wrote, ‘In simplistic terms, if an object reaches the absolute zero temp. of (0 K = -273.15C = -459.67°F), its atoms will stop moving. In other words, at absolute zero, the entropy of a perfectly crystalline substance is zero.’”

Glancing at her, he smiled. “Make sense now?”

She huffed and nodded, taking the sheet back. “Yeah, thanks. I don’t even know how you managed to get all that from his writing.”

He nodded. “Yeah, Barry’s handwriting is deplorable.”

Her eyes went wide, and she immediately questioned, “How did you?”

Sticking a hand out, he greeted, “Wally West. I’m Barry’s nephew.”

Shaking his hand, she couldn’t help but laugh. “I can’t believe he actually told you to come up here and meet me.” A smile came across her lips. “I’m Melisandre Hale.”

“That’s a pretty name, Melisandre.”

“Thank you,” she grinned and waved him to one of the bar-stools on the adjacent side of the counter. “Have a seat and I’ll get you something to eat and drink.” As she slid behind the counter, she inquired, “Anything specific?”

Wally stared at the bored, offhandedly mentioning, “Barry said something about apple turnovers that could make you cry with joy, so I’ve gotta have one of those.” His evergreen eyes met hers. “Maybe two if I’m being honest.”

She grunted, but a grin crossed her lips, nevertheless. “Barry exaggerates a lot, Wally. They’re good, but they’re not mind-blowingly good.”

“Then I guess that leaves me to be the judge,” he countered with a smirk. “What should I drink?”

She thought for a moment then offered, “Have any judgments about drinking before five o’clock?”

He let out a startled laugh and shook his head. “It’s five o’clock somewhere.”

With a grin, she turned and started working her magic and a moment later, she was sliding a plate with two iced apple turnovers over along with a clear steaming mug of dark coffee with cream on top. She leaned her hip on the counter and watched him pick up one of the apple turnovers and take a bite.

Immediately his eyes went wide, and he exclaimed, “Holy shit.” He gaped at her. “This is delicious, Melisandre!”

Despite herself, her cheeks warmed, and she gave him an easy smile. “Thanks, Wally.” She nodded to the crystal mug. “Try the Irish coffee.”

He did so and tossed his head back, letting out an exaggerated groan that had her laughing until her stomach hurt. Wally was on his second turnover and he looked at her.

“You’ve gotta open up a bakery or something, Melisandre. Your pastries are awesome.”

She huffed and took the plate from him as he finished the last bite. “Let me get through college first and then I’ll wonder how to rack up enough to open a shop.”

“What are you studying?”

Pausing, she tossed a quick glance at him. “There’s no specification right now. I’m just doing general studies to get all the basics out of the way.” She put the dish in the sink and started rinsing it. “I’m at the four-C right now.” His brows pulled together, and she added, “Central City Community College.”

He snapped his fingers. “Right! It’s been a while since I went to the four-C.”

Her eyes found his and she curiously asked, “Did you go there?”

“Yeah, a few years back.”

“You don’t look that much older than I am. How old are you, Wally?”

He sipped his coffee and set it down as he replied, “I turned twenty-eight a month ago.”

“Happy belated birthday,” she smiled, and he gave her one in return.

“Thanks. How about you?”

“I turned twenty-one a few months ago.”

“Hmm, happy belated birthday to you as well.” He grinned, quipping, “How’s it feel to finally be able to legally do all the things you were doing before you turned twenty-one?”

She shot him a look. “Shame on you, Wally West, for assuming I was doing illegal things.” He chuckled and she shrugged. “But to answer your question, it feels great, so thanks.”

Wally snorted at that. “My best friend and I got absolutely hammered on our twenty-firsts and swore to never drink hard liquor again after we woke up in the bathroom in our underwear after passing out on the floor.”

A shudder passed over her at her own memory of waking up beside the toilet after her birthday celebration with a bottle of white rum. She cocked a hand up with her water bottle in it. “Here, here,” she toasted and took a sip as Wally raised his coffee and drank too.

She glanced at him. “Are you in school, or are you done?”

“I finished a while ago. I work out of a tower with a group of friends in Manhattan.”

For a moment, her eyes drifted to the simple pair of jeans and graphic shirt he was wearing. She lived in the upper area of Gotham and she knew what uptown Manhattan was like, and it wasn’t jeans and t-shirts.

Evidently, he did too because he scowled, “I have suits and ties, thank you very much.”

She snorted and took the empty mug from him. “I didn’t say anything, Wally.”

“You made a face.”

“Is a face a ground to be hostile?” she grinned. “I was just wondering what type of business in Manhattan ran on flash t-shirts and skinny jeans.” She eyed him. “Tech?”

He shrugged. “It’s…a bit of everything if I’m being honest.” It sounded like he didn’t exactly want to say, and she let it be, rinsing out his cup before setting it to dry.

A buzz sounded and she felt for her phone when he said, “That’s mine.” Wally pulled his phone out, read the message, and stood up. “I’ve gotta go, Melisandre.”

She nodded and took the twenty-dollar bill he handed her, waving her off when she tried to hand back the change. As he started towards the door, she called, “Wally?”

He turned on his heel and waited and she felt foolish for saying it, but she admitted with warmth in her cheeks, “It’s been a while since I had any semblance of a friend…so thanks for this afternoon.”

Wally gave her a pearly white grin. “Barry said you’d say something like that,” he chuckled as she scowled and he added sincerely, “Can never have too many friends, Melisandre…and I hope you’ll become a great one of mine. So far, you already are.”

She smiled, “Same here, Wally.” The bell signaled his exit and she let out a heavy sigh as her heart warmed in her chest at the feeling of a newfound friendship.

***

She was dead on her feet when she finally got through her front door and into her living room, practically collapsing onto the couch. Though it wasn’t far from the truth as she flopped down and toed off her shoes, heaving a long and winded sigh as she stared at the dark ceiling. She wanted to turn on the lamp on the table beside her, but she didn’t want to move. Hell, she barely wanted to get up and take a shower, so she didn’t go to bed sweaty.

Just a moment. She thought. Just a moment to close my eyes and I’ll get up and go shower.

Of course, the second the shut them, she was opening them to her phone telling her it was two A.M. She groaned and picked herself off the couch to shuffle into her bedroom, and when she got there, she peeled off the clothes from her body and let them fall, not caring about the hamper just a foot away. She’d do it tomorrow after class.

The shower was quick, and she crawled into bed a few minutes later, glancing out the window at the stars that were still in the night sky. Even if she tried to avoid thinking about it, she couldn’t, and her mind drifted to when she was a young girl and would stare out the window in her bedroom back in Gotham, watching the spotlight come alive and paint the silhouette of the bat symbol against the night sky.

She missed them. She missed them a lot. Missed eating meals at a full table and the laughter in the manor. Hell, she even missed being ignored, because at least then she could see familiar faces every day. Now, it was wake up, go to work, go to class, then come home. And the process repeated every morning. She was alone in a city where she didn’t know anyone except for one forensic scientist and his wife, going to a college that didn’t even have her real identity. She’d not even said the name “(Y/N) Wayne” out loud for fear that someone with super hearing would hear her and tell her father, instead going by “Melisandre Hale”, a twenty-one-year-old born and raised Central City citizen going to community college. It pained her to admit, that with her decision to grant herself the freedom she desired, it came with a heavy price, and that was the loneliness. And it was worse compared to what it was like back then.

Sighing, she rolled over and pulled the covers up over her head, hoping that when she shut her eyes, she’d stop thinking about what she left behind. Unfortunately, the universe and her mind were never kind, and as she drifted to sleep, she saw the pained faces of her family.

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[sweetbillwriting]

Blue Angels - Chapter V

Characters: AU Gordan Merkel from Atomic Blonde played by Bill Skarsgård. The rest is my own original characters.

Setting: This story is set in a country that is hard to find on a map, in a city without a name and in a time similar to our own with some exceptions.

Music: Flatlands with Chelsea Wolfe and Panic by Forest Swords.

Warnings: 18+, Smut (sort of), religious themes, mental health problems, mentions about death.

Notes: The quotes is from Learn Religion by Whitney Hopler and the Wikipedia page about Guardian Angels. Links can be provided on request.

Gordan came home dressed in a suit and without his mustache and luggage a few days later. The suit was dirty and it had a rip on the knee and elbow. His hair was messy but not in that cute way it used to be. It lacked its natural shine and looked unwashed all together. He looked tired and spent in a way I hadn't seen before. My heart ached for him but I didn't know what to say or do. Lucky for the both of us Marta was there and could fill the silence and make the awkwardness less present.

She ran to him, hugged him and kissed his cheeks.

"Oh my god! Gordan!" She said as she held his face in her hands. I just stood by the doorway to my room, looking between them and Marta's burgundy floral rug.

Gordan smiled a little pained.

"Careful… I've done something to my neck."

"Oh, oh!" Marta let him go and laid her hands on his waist instead. "Are you hungry? Do you maybe want to take a shower?"

"I think a shower is a good idea… But I'm so tired so maybe I can eat something light?"

Marta nodded.

"I made meatballs yesterday, maybe a meatball sandwich?" She smiled and so did Gordan.

"You know me so well."

Marta went into the kitchen and Gordan started to take off his shoes and his suit jacket. I still just stood quiet watching him and didn't know where to start. The emotions tumbled around in me and wetness started to form in my eyes. When Gordan looked up at me the tears were streaming down my cheeks.

"Hey hey hey…" he limped towards me and patted my arm. "Ella? Hey, are you okay?"

It was ironic for him to ask me that question. I nodded a bit and took his hand in mine.

"You just made me so scared and… God all the time I worry… This was just the thing that made me… Fall over the edge."

Gordan nodded a little and took me in his arms.

"But I'm here now you don't need to worry…"

I sighed and pushed him away.

"It's not just that. You know that too. You lied. Who is Francesca? And all the secrets… I worry all the time."

Gordan looked down and then searched my eyes again.

"I know I should give you some answers but I'm so tired right now. Can we talk about it later? I promise to give you answers."

I looked into his eyes before nodding. Then I threw myself around his neck. It was such a relief to have him home again.

I didn't know what to do while he slept. I was too anxious to really do anything other than walk around in the apartment. Marta looked at me while she sat and painted by the window but she didn't say anything. I looked at all her things over and over. I knew them all now, had given the porcelain cats names and had mental pictures of what her books were about. I looked at her paintings. I knew now which she had done and which ones were expensive. I paused by the one with blue angels. They were probably blue to show they were far away from the humans standing on the ground. They were blue because they were connected with the sky, the heaven. I had asked Marta about the painting once. She had said she had bought it on a trip with her husband and it was probably not worth so much. I looked at the angels. They were much prettier than the humans. Big eyes and even the men had perfect lips with prominent cupid's bows. Just like Gordan. His books laid in piles on the floor in the corner of the living room together with his records. On the top of one of the book piles lay a notebook and it was always that which stopped me from looking at his stuff. They looked so personal and nothing I should look at but now I felt a need to look and it felt better to do it when Gordan actually was home. I had seen that most of the books were about religion and psychology. "Explore Your Mind", "God's People", and such things. But now I looked through them with a new angle. "Natural Antidepressants", "Charismatics", "Follow Jesus"... And there it was, "Guardian Angels". I opened it and read the preamble.

Judaism reveres the spiritual beings known as angels, who worship God and act as His messengers toward people. God has created a tremendous amount of angels -- more than people can count. The Torah uses the figure of speech “thousands” (meaning a huge number) to describe the innumerable amount of angels that the prophet Daniel sees in a vision of God in heaven: "…Thousands upon thousands attended him; ten thousand times ten thousand stood before him…” (Daniel 7:10).

…

A guardian angel is a type of angel that is assigned to protect and guide a particular person, group or nation. Belief in tutelary beings can be traced throughout all antiquity. The idea of angels that guard over people played a major role in Ancient Judaism. In Christianity, the hierarchy of angels was extensively developed in the 5th century by Pseudo-Dionysius the Areopagite. The theology of angels and tutelary spirits has undergone many changes since the 5th century. The belief is that guardian angels serve to protect whichever person God assigns them to.

My heart started to beat heavily in my chest. I must be crazy. Had I really become religious just because a guy had a strong effect on me? That was what happened with people in cults. Some charismatic person made them feel and suddenly they saw them as a Jesus figure. But I wasn't in a cult. I was just a girl in love with a boy. For a short moment my thoughts drifted to Notting Hill and yeah, that was what this was. "I'm just a girl standing infront of boy, asking him to love her." I shook my head. I just wanted to have an explanation to Gordan's weird behavior when the answer was really easy. He was a pig just like all other men. He craved attention so much that he wanted it from old ladies and young students. This Francesca was probably his girlfriend. When he had gone away for work but he was in reality going back to his real life. This was just a playground for him.

I opened his notebook and it seemed to be just observations of people.

"Man, 50-55. No kids. One brother. Shaky hands. Speaks rapidly."

Did he want to become a writer or something?

I continued to read and then found something I couldn't stop myself from reading over and over again.

"Woman, 20-25. No kids. Parents alive. One sister. Shifting emotions. Nervous behavior."

Was it me? It could be anyone and it didn't really say a date and anything that really exposed it as me. Still I couldn't stop reading the words and seeing myself in them. Shifting emotions. Nervous behavior.

I started to feel uneasy and tried to structure his books like they were before. By the window Marta watched me with interest but she was still quiet. I inspected the book piles and hoped it looked the same as before. I didn't know what to do with what I had read and started to pace around in the apartment again. The observations. Guardian Angels. Francesca. Assigned to protect.

I got all dizzy by the thoughts and felt the anxiety creep on. Even if I knew it was the thought of the truth about Gordan that made me feel anxious he was also my cure. All anxiety disappeared with him close. That's why I went into his room with shaky legs.

He slept on his side with his long body stretched over the whole bed. His feet hung out and the cover was in a ball next to him. He wore just a pair of dark blue boxers with a broken seam by the elastic and his hair was still a bit wet after his shower. My heart pounded and the butterflies were alive again. I crawled in and laid my cheek against his smooth cool back. I breathed in the smell of rain and a hint of his shower cream. Something earthy and woody, pine tree?

I felt myself calm down and let the joyful emotions Gordan created wash over me. This was everything. He was everything. My angel.

I fell asleep as the big spoon behind Gordan. It was so comforting to have him close that my body responded by falling asleep. When I woke up Gordan looked down at me with a smirk.

"So you just took the liberty to crawl into my bed," he said jokingly and scratched my scalp with his short nails. As an answer I rubbed my nose against his chest and smiled guiltily. He laughed a little and stretched his long limbs. I didn't feel the same need for talking about everything now when I had him this close and instead caressed the front of his boxers. He jerked from the feeling but then relaxed with a small smile. I could feel it grow inside of his boxers as he let me play on the outside of them.

"You're such an angel," I whispered and looked at his face that looked pleased because I played with his dick. He smiled a little amused and shook his head.

"Yes, you are,'' I said while I dragged off his underwear. He laid naked in front of me and his dick stood at attention. He laughed a little and then watched my body.

"I promise you, my thoughts right now aren’t that angelic." He wiggled his brows and took hold of his dick like he wanted to show it off for me. I answered his smile and then took off my clothes. He just laid and watched me, like he didn't want to interfere with a ritual. When I laid next to him he caressed my waist and hip softly. He did everything in such a gentlemanly way. He might look tough on the outside with his black clothes and boots but he was such a kind gentle man. He kissed me deeply and the euphoria popped around like popcorn in a frying pan. He took a break to watch me and then observed my hand that laid on his hip, close to his erection.

"...If we are going to do this… You must listen to me okay?" I nodded, pleasure drunk and high on euphoria.

"And I'm not so good at it…" he said lowly and looked away in embarrassment.

I laughed a little.

"Sure you are!"

He shook his head and pulled me closer to his body but he didn't dare to look me in the eyes.

"I can't do all that, daddy, mommy… Master and bondage thing."

"I can teach you… Daddy."

His cheeks became red at once and he tried to hide it with a laugh and scratching his cheek.

"I don't think I want to learn… I guess sex is something else for me…"

I smiled and dragged my hands through his hair.

"Angel boy."

He rolled his eyes in amusement. Our lips met again. When we had built up a rhythm he laid himself on top of me and I could feel his member poking me just where I wanted him. He sighed heavily and just when he took a hold of his cock a thought came to my head that I couldn't keep myself from spitting out.

"Who is Francesca?"

He looked at me groggy.

"Oh, a friend. She invited me to go as a passenger on the ship," he said and then looked down between our legs again.

"Not your girlfriend?"

He looked up again, a bit lost.

"Not my girlfriend. What you and I are doing now… I haven't done for a very long time."

I smiled a little. There was something so sweet and pure with his words. It felt as if I was taking his virginity.

"Take me then, angel boy," I said as I took hold of his erection and helped guide him inside me.

After just a few of seconds of sex with Gordan I was certain he was something else. Maybe not an angel but there was something different with him. We often throw around words like angel, magical and heavenly. We do it so much there are no words left to explain how it was to connect with Gordan. It wouldn’t matter what words I use because you will still believe that you can understand. There isn't anything to understand because there wasn’t anything else to compare it to. If I were to try to explain it I would say I had a ten minute long orgasm, mixed with the feeling you have when you just fall asleep. I felt so safe, pleasurable and lively that in that moment it was bigger than life itself.

I don't have a memory of doing anything after that. I don't have many memories of the physical world from the act. I was in a space entwined with Gordan's soul. Maybe even inside it. Connected for real.

*

After that we were more or less a couple. We didn't say the word but we behaved as one. We were together all the time and even Marta seemed to accept it and she even seemed to encourage it. We showed our love in public, talked about the hard things in life and yeah, we had sex. But not so often. Even though it was such a fantastic experience it also took a hold of me. I could be tired for days and the only thing that worked was to lay really close to Gordan and hear his heartbeat. We never talked about why it was that way because I knew he wouldn't tell me. Like with everything else. I knew he gave me a more simple version of everything. I let it be because the most important thing to me was to be with him. He probably had his reasons to not tell me and it was fine. I had a magical man. An angel boy by my side.

*

Even if I knew what he worked with and even if I knew somewhere inside me, Gordan was never really mine, I was shocked when he said a couple of months later during an early morning in bed that he would go away soon. I looked at him incomprehensibly. We were entangled in each other, naked even if we hadn't had sex. It was just wonderful feeling his naked skin against mine.

"My work here is done so I must go now," he said and looked at me apologetically and hugged my waist in his big hand. "...I’m moving somewhere else. I don't know where but I must move. I have to keep moving." I just shook my head. I couldn't understand and I didn't want to believe it.

"I know you know that… I am a different kind. And my kind stay in motion. All the time. I can't stay here. Even if I want to. You know I want to…"

"No, no… No…" I stuttered and took a hold of his hand and pressed it to my chest.

"You will be fine Ella. It will be fine." He said and hugged me tighter but I pushed him away.

"Why did you let me fall in love with you?? If you knew you would leave me??"

He sighed and scanned the room before looking me straight in the eyes.

"Because I fell in love with you too and I think you know it isn't always easy doing the right thing when you feel that way."

I continued to look him in the eyes. The different shades of green. The glossiness of the white. Then I broke down. I sobbed loudly. If I could have, I would have chosen a more elegant way to cry but the emotions were too loud. He hugged me again and this time I let him. I sniffed him, dragged my fingers through his soft hair and touched his skin. Feeling its softness, the body hairs, the small scars from a wild childhood.

"I promise I will visit… I just have work somewhere else now…" he whispered. "But Ella. I really love you. I wish things could be easier…"

I didn't say anything, just continued to touch him. I wanted to say that I loved him too but it felt like I would die if I said it. Like that would be the ending of everything. My feelings for him weren't easy. I jumped between euphoria to worry and anxiety. It was like the happiness was so strong I couldn't stop myself from grieving the day I would lose it at the same time. Gordan didn't say anything more. Maybe he understood what I felt. He let me touch all of him, crawl so close to him his heartbeat took over all my senses. I just wanted to be a part of him.

A few days after he left me and Marta. None of us cried but when the apartment was empty of Gordan the both of us went to our separate rooms and closed the doors.

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[howtofightwrite]

The Fight Scenes in Ava and the Importance of Tempo

Anonymous asked:

What do u think about the fight in Ava movie (u can find it in YT searching “Ava – Jessica Chastain – [Hotel Fight]”)?

It’s serviceable.

This is me saying, “it’s fine.” Not great, but not terrible either. It’s mostly just, “eh.” If you’re a veteran viewer of these types of action movies, you can tell the director really made an effort for the stylistic realism of similar thrillers like The Bourne Identity, but lacked the practice and familiarity with these sorts of scenes to carry it off. Which, really, shouldn’t surprise anyone looking at his filmography.

I want to make it clear that if there’s any failures here (and there are), it’s on the part of the director and not the actors. I’m also going to ignore Colin Farrell in this scene because I’ve seen him in better action movies, and he’s doing a really good job of moderating his performance. (For the record, this is an actor skill level issue and not a gender one. Farrell is skilled at adjusting his performance to his costar and he largely deserves credit for the equal footing here. Cinematic fight scenes are cooperative, not combative and the best stuntmen make the actors look amazing. Look at this scene with Colin Farrell and Edward Norton from Pride and Glory. Farrell can’t take entire credit for speed here, because the film has actually been sped up.)

It’s not on the level of Bourne’s let me kill you six or seven times in thirty seconds, but the beautiful cinematography that’s reflective in movies like Bourne, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Salt, or Charlize Theron’s Atomic Blonde isn’t there. If you want hyper realistic gun work, you go to Michael Mann films like Collateral and, more recently, though not a Michael Mann production, John Wick. If you compare to fight scenes from these films, you’ll notice Ava’s fight scene itself is neither hyper-realistic, nor visually interesting. That’s the real kiss of death here, and why it’s serviceable.

The gun sequence was fine, Farrell was doing a sloppy CAR which is why he looks a little wonky compared to Chastain, but it fell apart when they hit the hand to hand section. The hits aren’t in the same zip code as the opponent’s face, there’s a painful lack of force, and it’s very slow even at the very beginning. It’s almost levels of Buffy first season bad, where 90% of the fight scenes is very obviously just the stunt doubles going at it. Compare to this fight sequence from Into the Badlands with Emily Beecham, can you track how many times she’s switched out for her stunt double? (Hint: it’s almost all the long shots with acrobatic stunts, and a few of the back shots.) The way it’s intercut, you’d probably never notice.

And that is where the problem for Ava lies. In terms of pacing, it plods.

Into the Badlands is choreographed by a stunt team out of Hong Kong, it’s all in the wuxia tradition, and doesn’t give two shits realism. Ava is trying for faux Hollywood realism over stylized violence, but doesn’t want to commit to it.

Part of the problem for Ava is there’s a distinctive speed difference in hand to hand combat where the stunt doubles are performing versus when the actors are, which hurts the scene’s pacing. And, there’s always a difference in tempo between stunt doubles and the actors, but when the difference is vast, it hurts believability. Again, the scene is really useful if you’re trying to parse what makes violence interesting and watchable outside of narrative context, because the director hasn’t figured it out. He’s imitating other styles he’s seen but has yet to settle on a distinctive one of his own. The fight scene also lacks visual personality to set it apart from other mediocre action films.

I mean, if all you want is hot women kicking ass then you’ve got Luc Besson’s entire filmography and Chastain is not sexualized any less here than the women in Besson’s films. (And, yes, I’m aware of the allegations against him, and, if you’ve watched his movies, they’d come as no surprise. He’s really on brand for Hollywood’s faux strong female character, pop feminism, kickass sex doll. It’s a lot harder to throw a coin and not hit a sexual predator when trying to learn things, so consume your media wisely.) Compare Ava’s fight scene here to Anna’s, both are technically superhero assassins. You can feel the tempo difference, and it’s not just because one is a group fight scene. (This scene from Anna also has a long cut where it’s just the stunt double, can you find her?)

One of the neat tricks from Anna’s fight scene is the broken plate, because the plate is broken and therefore bladed, the actor doesn’t have to pretend they’re putting in more force in order to be convincing.

So, how can you use film choreography to improve your own fight scenes?

One thing to remember is that film is a visual medium where the written word is mental and, potentially, auditory. You get further with sensation, and your goal is to ultimately be convincing rather than right. The reason to Learn How Things Work is so you get to pick and choose your own rules, you decide what to keep and what to discard in the service of your work rather than being bound by someone else’s choices. If you can define reality, you can create it.

You can learn a lot about staging from film, the usage of environmental props, and start training your mind to consider where your characters are fighting and what they can potentially use.

Choreography is very important. Choreography is a large part of what makes violence engaging outside of emotional involvement via the narrative. (Violence on its own is actually boring.)

Stuntman queuing is remarkably useful when balancing group fights on the page where you sometimes need to drop and pick up minor characters in text.

Lending weight to your character’s hits. One of the major differences between good fight scenes and bad fight scenes on film is the weight of the onscreen hit. If a hit feels heavy i.e. the force appears to have been generated for it, it feels more real. Otherwise, you’re just relying on motion to entertain the eye.

Your audience has a basic understanding of physics, so certain tactics will look more real than others. (Regardless of whether or not they’re factually true.)

The importance of setting goals with your fight scenes for tone and impact, just like all your scenes.

The more you learn, the larger your toolbox is.

-Michi

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It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?" 

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie." 

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually." 

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated. 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken." 

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers. 

You couldn’t  believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act. 

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him. 

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you. 

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously. 

"No, it's fine." 

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you? 

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?” 

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it. 

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you. 

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?" 

"You jealous or something, dude?" 

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts." 

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before. 

Could he be… Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach. 

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore! 

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping. 

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics) 

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee. 

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics. 

"Is that fucking y/n?!" 

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone. 

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store. 

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air. 

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?" 

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?" 

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up." 

"Your.. Your what, now?!" 

"My date" 

"You can't go on a date!" 

"And why is that, Lizewski?" 

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?" 

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?" 

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…" 

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?" 

"No,it's just-" 

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go." 

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist. 

"Please, don't." he mumbles. 

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face. 

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone." 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"What?" 

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining. 

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat. 

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?" 

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?" 

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending. 

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