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roseianxiety · 1 year

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Always You

Summary: As a young boy, Virgil often swooped in to save his geeky and timid childhood best friend, Roman, from his bullies. After years have passed without seeing each other, his friend has come home from abroad and now a completely different person than before, and ready to sweep Virgil off his feet. Virgil, of course, falls head over heels for the other.

AO3 - Part 3, Part 4

Content Warning: Food mention, Swearing

Author's Note: Sorry if this was low key shit, I didn't have the energy to proofread and I wrote this while sick so, sorry in advance.

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Chapter Four

Emo music blasted from his headphones while he emptied his trash can. It was cloudy that day, and Virgil thinks that it was about to rain. He sighs tiredly, stretching his back. It was his free day which meant that he could finally get some peace and quiet but as usual, it would be the opposite of it.

He had so many things to do; doing laundry, cleaning the house, tending the plants, etc. Virgil sighed again, running a hand through his hair. He needs a break somehow.

Virgil was about to head back when someone suddenly appeared in front of him, scaring the absolute shit out of Virgil. And on instinct, he jabbed the guy in the chest, making the other stumble backward in surprise.

"Owww!"Roman exclaimed, clutching his chest, wincing in pain. "What was th..that for?"Roman asks in sheer confusion.

"You almost scared me to death! Why would you just pop up in front of me outta nowhere!?"Virgil responded defensively, glaring softly at the guy. But before Roman could answer, Virgil spoke once more. "I'm sorry, it was on instinct. Didn't mean to hurt you.".

Roman gave him a warm smile, "That's alright, Virge. It's kind of my fault anyway." He laughed sheepishly.

"Why are you here, by the way?"Virgil asks curiously. "Actually, I was going to give you something," Roman says before pulling out something from a bag (that Virgil just noticed). It was a plastic container.

"I made quite a lot of pastries last night, so I'm giving you and Mrs. Barret half of it. It ain't much, but I hope you'll enjoy them."Roman said, holding out the container. Virgil looked confused for a second but grabbed the container. Virgil glances at Roman before taking off the lid of the plastic container, revealing an assortment of pastries such as cream puffs, brownies, chocolate chip cookies, and some tiny-looking muffins. He is quite amazed too that, it all fits inside the container.

"Wow... this is a lot. You baked all of these??"Virgil asked incredulously. Roman nodded, a grin creeping its way up on his lips, and nodded to Virgil's question.

"Yeah, pretty much. I was bored, so I decided to bake some."He said, rubbing the back of his neck. "You should try it.".

Roman said, gesturing to the pastries in the other's hands. Virgil hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching out and picking one of the pastries and taking a bite. The taste exploded in his mouth, leaving him shocked. Virgil quickly chewed the pastry before swallowing it whole with a huge sigh of contentment.

"So, how's it?"Roman queries, eyeing Virgil's reaction. Virgil gives him a thumbs-up sign with one hand while holding the container in the other.

A large smile crept up on his face. "I love it," Virgil answered happily, feeling giddy from the taste.

"I'm glad that you liked it. Maybe, we'll bake together sometime?"Roman suggested smiling.

Virgil chuckles and shook his head in response, "As much as I'd love to, I don't know how to bake."He admitted sheepishly.

"Well, I'll teach you, no problem!"Roman declared with a determined look on his face.

"You don't have to really-"

"I insist, let me teach you, "Roman interjected. Virgil sighed. He was about to decline, but when Roman stared at him intensely with a pleading look, he sighed in defeat. "Fine. I'll let you.".

A smile broke out on Roman's face. "Great!"He exclaimed, clapping his hands excitedly. Virgil couldn't help but laugh, enjoying Roman's enthusiasm.

"Anyway, I should go back inside now, I have a shit ton of things to do. Again, thanks for the pastries."Virgil says, smiling softly at Roman before turning away to head back to his house.

Roman watches him with a small smile, but then he remembered something. He quickly calls out to Virgil before the other could even step on his porch. "Virgil, wait!–".

Virgil stops in his tracks before turning around, raising a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Can I have your number?"Roman requested shyly. Virgil smiles softly at him before nodding. "Sure.".

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Virgil was finally done with his chores at long last! Hurray! Now he can rest, maybe take a nap or just scroll through Tumblr or anything else really.

He was nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie as he plops down on his bed, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. There weren't any new notifications... well, except for one. It was a message from Roman.

Virgil snorts in amusement at that.

He opens the notification and checks the message, reading the words written there.

'Hey, Virge!! This js Roman btw'

'I can finally contact you now :D!'

'Wait, lemme change ur contact name'

*Unknown changed your nickname to Emo Dark Lord 🌩️💜*

*Unknown changed their nickname to Princey 👑✨*

A smile slowly crept up on Virgil's lips, unknowingly while he reads through the messages. Roman spammed him with various messages and even sent him some pictures of the pastries he baked. Not long enough, he decided to reply to him.

‹sup›

‹sorry for late reply, was bc›

‹hey that looks delicious›

It didn't even take a minute, Roman already replied to his messages. Virgil wonders if the other had waited long for him to reply.

'Virgil!!! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+'

'U finslly replied!'

'*finally'

'how r uuu (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) ???'

Virgil snickers slightly at Roman's use of emojis, they were... quite cute and of fucking course the other would use it.

‹am good just finished doin'choress›

‹wbu›

It takes a minute or two for Roman to reply.

'just finished doing chores too (￣∇￣)'

'Im bored typing, Can I face time you????'

Virgil didn't even get to reply to his message when his phone suddenly began to ring and vibrate in his grasp, surprising him. He sat up properly and tried to make himself look presentable before answering the call.

"Heyyy, Princey..."Virgil says rather awkwardly, waving at Roman through the phone. Roman grinned excitedly and waved back eagerly.

"Hello, Virge!!"The other greeted cheerfully in response. Virgil could imagine a tail wagging behind Roman in excitement like that of a dog (specifically a golden retriever).

"You're awfully cheerful, Roman. What's really up?"Virgil teases Roman. He did notice how Roman was cheerful, now he's quite curious to know the reason behind it.

Roman shrugged. "Nothing really. Just... feeling giddy, you know?". Roman explained, smiling at Virgil. The latter nods knowingly in understanding.

"Anyway, are you in your room? Can you show me around??"Roman gasps dramatically. Virgil freezes up and looks around his room before looking back at Roman and grimaces slightly. "Uhhhh.... my room's a mess right now.".

"Oh come on! Pretty please?? I won't judge."Roman pleaded, giving Virgil puppy eyes. Virgil rolled his eyes and sighed. Goddammit with Roman and his puppy eyes, that shouldn't have worked on him.

"Ughh, fine. If you ever judge me, I will go to your house and choke you to death."Virgil groans, giving in to Roman's pleading.

Roman gasps loudly with wide eyes, a look of horror on his face. "Oh prisparmiami, Virgil (Oh, please spare me, Virgil)!"Roman cries out dramatically in Italian. Virgil has no clue what it means but just goes with the other. He laughs slightly at Roman's theatrics.

Virgil giggles before getting up from his bed, "Alright, I'll show you my room now.". He turns the camera of his phone and walks around his room, letting Roman see it. Roman gasps and awes at the sight of his bedroom.

"Your room is really cool! And wow, you have a lot of posters. Now I'm quite jealous– Oh. My. Gosh–"

Virgil's eyebrows furrow a bit when he heard Roman gasp like he had seen something worth shocking for.

"What?"Virgil queries confused and curious.

"Is-Is that A ‘THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS’ POSTER!??!!"Roman shrieks excitedly.

Virgil blinks confused. "Uhhh… yeah?…"

"No fucking wayyy! I've tried to find that poster but I didn't find one online for some reason. I even went through eBay and Wish! " Roman rambles off.

"It's probably sold out or something. Got mine recently on a garage sale." Virgil teases, a smirk on his lips. "What? You jealous?".

Roman lets out an offended gasp, clutching a chest and shaking his head rapidly. "Noooooooooo!!!! Pssh, why would I be jealous over some poster?? I have plenty of posters in my room too." He said defensively.

"Uh huh," Virgil replied, still smirking. "You're jealous over my awesome poster." He continued teasingly. Roman glares softly at him through the phone before sighing in defeat. "Alright, fine. I surrender. Your poster's really cool and I want it." Roman admitted.

Virgil raises an amused eyebrow at Roman's admission, and soon enough, he was bursting into laughter. Roman doing the same as well.

"Oh my gosh, what are we even doing? This is ridiculous. We're a bunch of idiots." Virgil says between fits of laughter. When Virgil stopped laughing, he looked at Roman who smiled at him happily.

"What're you looking at, Princey?" He queries with a soft giggle, trying hard not to laugh again. Roman just grins widely and replies. "You. You look adorable when you laugh, you should do it more often.".

At those words, Virgil felt butterflies erupt in his stomach. Why? Why does he feel so damn warm all of a sudden? Before Virgil could say something stupid like, 'You think I'm adorable?', he hears knocking at his door followed by Mrs. Barret's voice.

"Sweetie, are you there? Dinner's ready." She said softly through the door. Virgil responded quickly, "Yeah, Mom. I'll be there in a minute.". He then turned back to his phone. " I- uh, gotta go eat dinner now. I'll talk to you later, okay?".

Roman nodded. "Okay. See ya Virgil." He says softly, Virgil notices that he looked a bit disappointed but he didn't point it out. Virgil gave a brief nod in return before hanging up the call. He stands there in the middle of his room, trying to figure out why he feels odd. Maybe it's because Roman said that he looks adorable especially when he smiled. But that doesn't make sense, he only said it to tease him and he doesn't even actually look adorable.

Virgil sighs to himself as he decides that he will just try and ignore it. For now. He shook his head before heading out of his room to the kitchen. Maybe the food will distract him from all of this mushy feeling.

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summonerscenarios · 4 years

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Hmmm,,, how about somethin fluffy,,,How about Shiro, Kengo, Ryota & Toji reaction hcs to Mc being causally physically affectionate w/friends. With the boys also being on the receiving end of this. Like hugs, head rubs, hand holding, general leaning/relaxing against em etc. I tend to think Mc is touch starved bc of their total lack of prior connections. So they just kinda see their friends and think "oh hell yeah my faves, time for love and appreciation"

IN THIS HOUSE LOVING THE BROS HOURS IS 24/7 365 DAYS A YEAR 👏👏👏 I too hc that the MC is touch starved so all friends are immediately on their affection list ON SIGHT. Kept this a lil short as I’m running on a bit of burnout but I do hope that you enjoy these fluffy love and appreciation hours 💖💖💖

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Shiro

Shiro’s used to Ryota usually being the openly affectionate one so he’s used to receiving hugs and general affectionate gestures from him, however getting that kind of affection from you is new and thus frankly leaves him quite flustered about it.

When you first swoop in for a friendly hug he lets out an embarrassingly loud yelp because you just about sweep him off of his feet as you pull him into your arms, squeezing him close just for good measure and laughing by the time you finally put him back down. His glasses are skewed and he’s trying to ignore his reaction as he clears his throat and warns you about being more careful next time you wanna hug him, but honestly it’s hard to take the sentiment seriously when his cheeks are turning red in embarrassment.

Once he gets used to the casual affectionate gestures he really doesn’t mind that you’re so eager to coddle and cuddle up to your friends - he’s also the first of the Summoners to reason that this probably stems as a result of lack of connections prior to coming to Tokyo. So when you sidle up to rest your head against his shoulder to see what he’s doing or wrap your arms around him, Shiro finds himself glad that you guys are so close that you’re comfortable displaying affection and finds himself appreciating these little moments even if he’s more hesitant than you are to initiate them.

Shiro likes when you lay against his side, finding any tension rolling off of his shoulders feeling you relaxed and at ease next to him, and this is especially true whenever he’s reading or working on sorting out the guild’s affairs. Sometimes you’ll coax him to lay his head in your lap while he reads something out to you, giving you the chance to idly run your hands through his hair as he does so - it’s comforting to him and a great way to calm him down if you ever notice that he’s particularly stressed; just be prepared for Ryota and Agyo to slide right in asking for the same treatment the second that Shiro’s head leaves your lap.

Sometimes Shiro’s just not in the mood for affection and needs a little bit of space so when he’s feeling a bit overwhelmed you can be sure that his little D-evils are more than happy to waddle up for you to fuss to your heart's content. A handful drop right down into your lap reaching up to you eagerly awaiting head pats, others clutch your arms with bright eyes vying for your attention, and you’ve even got one perched atop your shoulders at one point to play with your hair. For anyone who loves affection these lil kiddos are always in need of some cuddle and affection! Though they of course want Shiro to get some attention too so the both of you end up getting swarmed.

Kengo

Kengo sees how openly affectionate you are with the Summoners and your other friends and he’s immediately like “Oh it’s loving the bros hours? Aight bet” and then proceeds to just about knock you right back onto your ass with how aggressively he goes in for some good ol’ affection. He’s really rather chill about dishing out affection and takes it in stride way more than Shiro does - plus why wouldn’t he wanna show his appreciation for you and the other Summoners!

His hugs are just a liiiiittle bit too tight so whenever you pull him into one expect him to go all out, returning it with just as much vigor - they’re honestly the best but if you aren’t used to them they can easily knock the wind out of you. Sometimes you’ll have to give him a bit of a nudge to loosen his grip because wow are your poor ribs gonna feel sore by the time he lets you go. When on the receiving end of hugs the first time you pulled him into one he did admittedly freeze up a bit awkwardly, giving you a couple pats on the back until you’d filled your hug quota and let him go. Though Kengo’s a lot more prepared the next time you show his affection now that he knows that you’re cool with it.

His type of casual physical affection is slightly more rough and tumble than Ryota’s and Shiro’s, slinging often slinging an arm around you and ruffling your hair until it’s all kinds of mussed up under his fingers. He only laughs when you playfully try to swat him away but is quick to dive out of your hands’ line of fire when you attempt to pull the same thing on him. There’s plenty of small ways he expressed his affection to you too - high fives, resting his arm over your shoulder, giving you piggybacks (though he’ll outright refuse if you try to do that same to him and threatens to drop you whenever you tease him about it) are all part of the experience when it comes to affection from Kengo.

Most of his affection is saved for when it’s just you guys chilling - while he’s learned not to give a damn about what others think of his whole rough-n-tumble attitude he still gets a bit awkward when you go in for some affectionate gestures surrounded by people. He isn’t sure why but that’s just how it usually goes, but when he sees how happy you get when you’re able to keep physically close to your friends he’ll put his gripes aside and pull you close because of course he wants to see you happy about it.

Ryota

Ryota himself is also casually affectionate with all of his friends! He’s always giving others hugs, head pats and looping his arm with theirs and other equally sweet gestures because to him it’s just another way to show his friends how much he loves and appreciates them. The only reason that he was hesitant with you at first was because he worries just in case you aren’t comfortable with physical contact and the opportunity to ask you just never came up before. So once he knows that you’re okay with affection and that you’re just as open with expressing it he is absolutely HERE FOR IT.

You guys hold hands all of the time - going between classes or out shopping he loves the casual intimacy which is also a plus so that neither of you get separated in big crowds. He always greets you with some kind of affectionate gesture but his go to is hugs - sometimes the two of you just spot each other when you’re back at the safehouse or leaving the school grounds and it’s a race between the two of you for who can pull the other into a hug first. This on more than one occasion has led to you both nearly toppling over (and actually a couple of times) but you guys are too busy being in absolute stitches about it to even really care. There’s something about hugging your friends and it being reciprocated with just as much enthusiasm that honestly just melts his heart into a puddle of happy feelings - serotonin to the MAX.

TOUCHED STARVED BROS FOR LIFE.Like seriously I feel like sometimes Ryota get’s pretty starved for affection and he finds comfort in reaching out to others for said affection or just as a way to express his appreciation so when he can’t he can get pretty down about it. AND THAT’S WHERE YOU COME IN. Both of you vibe off of each others desire for affectionate gestures so when the other’s lacking in the affection department it doesn’t take long before you gravitate to each other and one of the other Summoners finds Ryota draped across your lap with his head buried in your shoulder as you chat and play games. 9 times out of 10 you end up dragging said Summoner into a cuddle pile too - you two are affectionate forces to be reckoned with.

Ryota always wants to hold people’s hands in some way and it’s a pretty decent way to tell how he’s feeling based on how he holds your hand and how tight his grip is. Sometimes the two of you are walking together and his hand will just gravitate to hook his pinky finger with yours and it’s honestly the cutest thing ever. When he’s feeling more anxious or clingy he’ll interlock fingers and pull your hands right next to him so that you guys can stick close. And you’re not the only one who gets this treatment too - physically feeling that his friends are there is something that Ryota might not even realize keeps him grounded but he enjoys the openness that he can share with you all.

Toji

Toji’s arguably the most awkward in regards to receiving and giving affection. He sees you expressing it so openly with your friends and though he’ll complain that you’re too bold and uncouth he can see the appeal of sharing such a closeness with your allies. (he’s also a lowkey little jealous that you seriously aren’t afraid about being so open with those forms of expression)

The first time you are casually affectionate with him catches him off guard. The two of you were studying together, sat side by side when you put your book down with an exaggerated sigh and then proceeded to lean against him, resting your head atop his shoulder to look down at his own textbook. Toji immediately tensed and jolted so sharply that your head fell off his shoulder and you dropped sideways right into his lap, which only created more of an outburst as you just about keeled over laughing at the absolute shock on his face.

With some time and a couple of warnings however Toji begins gradually warming up to your affectionate gestures though he never quite gets used to how casual you are about pulling him and the other Summoners in for hugs and head pats. It’s gotten to the point where he’s beginning to learn to accept it and anticipate when you come in for the next round of ‘love and appreciation hours’. You know that B99 with the run and leap? Yeah that’s basically your friendship now - the amount of times that you’ve come full pelt at him while he’s busy or holding something probably breaks a record somewhere but you’re confident that he’ll always catch you and he does! The lecture and costs of some of the things you’ve accidentally broke in these endeavors is well worth it.

Don’t expect much from Toji in regards to initiating affection at first, he’s awkward and stiff about it to all hell so just take it a little bit at a time to show him that the occasional head pat or cuddle isn’t going to kill him. Speaking of head pats that’s the most common ones he gives you, it started off as just a quick pat before he turns back to whatever he was doing before but eventually he gets comfortable enough that whenever you’re lying next to/against him his hand will immediately gravitate towards your head, running his fingers through your hair and rubbing your head soft yet just firm enough that you could probably fall asleep if he keeps at it for long enough.

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makeste · 5 years

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BnHA Chapter 234: Tomura Flashbacks and Giganto ex Machia

Previously on BnHA: Re-Destro lost his temper and hulked the fuck out and started breaking off Tomura’s fingers like a goddamn Kit-Kat bar. Elsewhere, (1) Twice cloned Toga in order to give her a blood transfusion, unaware that Skeptic was heading their way; (2) Spinner’s quirk of being a Gecko Man was revealed and he attempted to wall-crawl his way over to Hanabata only to be assailed by a bunch of redshirts fired up by Hanabata’s Trumpet quirk; (3) Dabi continued to battle Snoopy Sno-Cone Machine offscreen (I assume); (4) Compress was also probably doing something but who can be sure; (5) Giran was running off to safety with one of the clone Twices, and finally, (6) Gigantomachia Goron-rolled his way towards the action while Slidin’ Go stood there nervously, probably sensing that his number is coming up on the great cosmic roulette wheel. All of this happened two whole weeks ago because the manga was on break last week! But it’s finally back now, so leeeEET’S geeet ready to rrrruuuuUUUUUUUUMMMMMBLE.

Today on BnHA: RD continues to get handsy with Tomura until Tomura starts to disintegrate one of RD’s own fingers to see how he likes it. He does not, in fact, like it, so he flings Tomura away and starts thinking all of these shocked antagonist thoughts about how Tomura is stronger than he expected and his powers are ~awakening~ and blah blah blah. Meanwhile Tomura hops back onto the Flashback Train to Feels City and recalls how AFO gave him his family’s severed hands to make sure he stayed good and pissed!! And he also remembers more about his sister and how much she loved him! And his mom and grandparents who were also super nice and are now fucking dead and it’s a lot! Horikoshi is pretty fucking ruthless! Anyway so RD decides he’d better go all out and wrap this up, but before he can deliver a killing blow, Gigantomachia finally makes his entrance. At the same moment, Tomura finally remembers “everything” (?? ???!?!?), which, holy fucking shit you guys.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity immediately afterward, and added one or two ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.)

okay so let’s see what gruesome things are in store for our intrepid villains this week

“destroyed memories” oh? come again? you don’t say?? fancy that?? goodness me???

so is this referring to Tomura? or Dabi? if it’s referring to Re-Destro or one of his gang, I swear to god...! nobody cares about your memories RD. you’re a jerk and you suck

lol what the

aww. is this a “real” in-universe children’s book, is that what this is. did all the lil U.A. dumplings read this when they were small. and was there also a similar book called “don’t judge people by their lack of quirks” and if so why did no one read it to lil baby Kacchan hmm

anyway now we’re cutting right back to this unpleasant image! and not only that, but in the two weeks we’ve been gone things have even escalated!

we’re up to two hands being grabbed now! um. he’s really going to need at least one of those? probably?? please don’t Overhaul my deranged villain son fffff

reminder that Tomura needs to touch something with all five fingers in order for his quirk to activate (or he did before at least), so even though he still has... two...? fingers remaining on his left hand, that hand is still effectively useless as far as quirking goes. so if he suffers even the smallest amount of damage to his right hand as well, it’s basically all over for him. unless he actually was using his quirk with his feet in the previous chapter. I’m assuming not because he presumably would have decayed his way all the way down to the center of the earth if that was the case. I think @khorale mentioned this in a comment on my last recap, but yeah, seeing as the ground’s not disintegrating underneath him, it’s safe to say it’s Hands Only here

anyway I got so caught up in being calmly horrified over the current situation that I didn’t even read the dialogue. so RD’s saying that superpowers are linked to personality, and so that “don’t judge people by their quirks” stuff is in fact bullshit

um, source? are you a psychologist? in general I try to take things with a grain of salt when they’re said by pieces of shit, so yeah

fffffffff noooooo Tomura’s face sob Horikoshi you bastard

he looks so freaking young here. okay, shit. I’m starting to think I need to make plans to unwind after I finish reading this chapter. maybe get an Enya playlist in the works. diffuse some essential oils. find some cute baby animal videos

but on the plus side, it’s looking ever more likely that his are indeed the Destroyed Memories in question omg. so I will continue to get hype while also feeling very guilty and stressed

you guys I’m actually really glad RD is feeling like he has the upper hand now, because he’s starting to waste some valuable time monologuing, and with every second he babbles on, Machia is getting closer and closer to whooping some ass

so he’s asking Tomura what he’s trying to create

and well, actually, he’s not really that far off

I mean. does it count as nothing if he wants to destroy the whole world? one could argue that would be “creating” a new world in which everyone is fucking dead. idk. I might have to give RD this one; his whole point of “quirks are linked to personality and you have a quirk that destroys everything you touch so you probably just want to destroy shit” is holding up surprisingly well to scrutiny thus far

yeah so now he’s yelling “YOU ONLY LUST FOR DESTRUCTION! AM I WRONG?!” and nope. but even a broken clock, twice a day, etc.

oh shit OH FUCKING --

um, okay, (1) NO IT’S NOT, SHE WAS A LITTLE GIRL, NONE OF YOUR HANDS BELONGED TO A CHILD YOU GULLIBLE RUBE

and (2) MY FUCKING FEELS. why am I even surprised. what the fuck. I knew more angst was coming and yet it still...

just, god. okay fine Horikoshi I’m a glutton for punishment, please continue then

HAHA SOB IT’S A WHOLE FUCKING FLASHBACK OKAY SURE LAY IT ON ME!!

this really is the wildest shit though you guys. I still can’t get over it. “hello little boy I’m sorry your family is dead but don’t worry I’m adopting you and here are all of their severed hands. with little plugs on the end too or some shit. just, you know. souvenir”

I can’t fucking believe AFO played this so straight. maybe that’s why it worked. it was just so fucking out there that Tenko wound up buying it hook line and sinker. “hmm, seems a bit shady, but then again why else would a strange man I met only yesterday just randomly up and give me a dozen severed hands”

I don’t know if any of this shit is important, but it’s probably good practice to just post every mysterious thing that AFO says

yes you really did a great job healing this guy’s wounded fucking heart, Dr. Phil

oh wow, never fucking mind, even

I see, so that wasn’t meant to be a reassuring “in time you’ll get over it” speech; it was meant to be a cautionary “you’d better surround yourself with reminders of your terrible pain at all times or else you might actually stop feeling fucking miserable and WE CAN’T FUCKING HAVE THAT” speech. holy shit

I’m seriously having trouble wrapping my mind around just how terrible this is. like, it’s nearly impossible to fathom that level of cruelty. this is a four(?)-year-old child. he tracked him down, gave him a quirk that would kill his family*, sat back and watched it happen, and then let him stew in the horror of it all alone until he finally swooped in and claimed him and then raised him with the express purpose of keeping him sad and scared and angry and depressed at all times, all so he would eventually grow up and, with any luck, murder the man that his grandmother thought of as a son!

(*this is just conjecture right now, admittedly, but until I’m proven wrong I’m basically operating under the assumption that it’s true)

just. “fucked up” doesn’t even begin to describe it. god

anyways, let’s continue to read more about young Tenko’s extreme emotional abuse at the hands of the final villain I guess

OMG HANA

okay so I can’t remember where we left off on this last time, but a bunch of people said they suspected that the young Tenko wanted to be a hero when he was a little boy, and that’s why he was always clashing with his dad, because his dad’s own experience with heroes was pretty sour on account of the whole his-mom-gave-him-up-when-he-was-little-and-then-later-died-horribly thing

so yeah, I assume that’s what Hana is referring to here with the whole “I just tell Dad...” bit. so they both wanted to be heroes! how perfectly fucking tragic! great!

Tomuraaaaaa

KEEP IT UP TOMURA YOU CAN DO IT!! YOU CAN REMEMBER! YOU’RE DOING GREAT. aside from the whole “this really big man is killing you slowly” thing

yeah, this whole deal

but aside from that. doing great

OOOOOOOOOH SHIT, THIS MUMMIFIED LITTLE PUNK’S STILL GOT SOME FIGHT LEFT IN HIM YOU GUYS

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

he got him to fling him away! YESSSS TAKE THAT YOU ASSHOLE. FOOL HIM ONCE, FUCKING OUCH, BUT FOOL HIM TWICE, AND LET’S SEE HOW YOU FUCKING LIKE IT YOU BIG WAD

so now Re-Destro is belatedly realizing that Tomura is going through a very weird leveling-up process and taking advantage of the fact that he’s temporarily become the main character of the series and thus possesses all of the narrative powers that come with that venerable distinction

...that he’s the main character? yes

anyways lol there’s some real good crazyface action going on here guys

did Horikoshi take the extra time just so he could devote a little longer to nailing down panels like this because if yes, A+++

SDSKJSODIFHOIESJ

it’s mom!! wow!!

DSLKFAJSLDK ARE WE GETTING BACKSTORY ON THE FUCKING SCARS OMFG I CAN’T THIS IS TOO MUCH

SOB YOU GUYS I’M CAUGHT UP IN THIS WEIRD CROSS BETWEEN BEING HYPED AF AND ALSO CRACKING THE FUCK UP NOW THOUGH, BECAUSE:

ALL OF THIS WAS SO FUCKING BADASS, AND THEN THAT LAST FUCKING PANEL, THOUGH. LMAO WELL HE’S ON THE BRINK OF SOMETHING, BUT WHO CAN EVEN FUCKING SAY WHAT

ANYWAY HE’S ZOOMING TOWARDS RD AND RD’S THINKING “HE’S FAST!” AND YEAH, BITCH, YOU SCARED??

WHAT ARE YOU THE PRESIDENT OF HIS FANCLUB NOW OR WHAT

you guys this is the most I’ve ever liked Re-Destro. there’s something about evil nemesis characters being begrudgingly impressed by their enemies that just pleases me, idk

LJSDFIJWEOF

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HIS FACE HE LOOKS LIKE ONE OF THE SCARY TREES FROM SNOW WHITE

OH SHIT YOU GUYS WE’RE BREAKING OUT THE TROPES

so do we get 100% when he goes up against Machia, then? smdh, fucking power levels. well I guess Deku technically uses them too. but still, it’s not something we see in this series too often aside from that

holy shit you guys

honestly, I guess this should be really intimidating or whatever, but all I can think is that it’s about time this guy finally started taking this “pitiable gang of thugs” seriously. even if that does mean Tomura is probably about to fucking die, barring some Giganto ex Machia. that guy really needs to get a move on

oh hey

[RAISES EYEBROW AT GIGANTOMACHIA AND JABS FINGER TOWARDS WRISTWATCH] cut it a little closer next time why don’t you??

(ETA: also I didn’t notice all of Tomura’s other hands being flung away from him by the impact, but whoa. so now he’s just got the Papa Hand left in his pocket, along with whichever hand is grabbing the back of his head. and that’s it. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that his dad is the only remaining family member whose face we still haven’t seen yet. some big reveal coming up with that soon, I bet.)

oh and also guys here’s some more flashbacks. this time with loving grandparents. because Horikoshi just really wants to make sure our emotions are good and churned about

okay guys, Tenko’s very dead flashback!grandma and grandpa telling him not to cry and giving him yummy food so he won’t be sad is pretty much close to the limits of what I can take, angst-wise. I don’t know why this is hitting me so hard! this is hardly my first anime flashback! I should be a pro at this by this point, the fuck is wrong with me

but on the other hand, I think a big part of it is that I’m not just sad about Tomura’s past, but also angry. because none of this is just coincidence; all of it is actually stuff that was done to him very deliberately, and the worst part is he doesn’t even realize it. and so in addition to the usual rush of protective feelings, there’s also this sense of outrage about it all too. and I think that’s the harder part to deal with. here I am, a grown adult, getting really mad over the staggering cruelty of what was done to this fictional character when he was a child. it’s possible there’s some real-life anger and frustration over certain real-life horrific cruelties and injustices that may be bleeding over into this, idk. just, the world is a fucked up place, and my emotional support manga is currently being less than supportive and it’s a struggle sob

anyways sorry about that. meanwhile while I was having a mini breakdown, possibly the most pivotal character development in Tomura’s history was happening and HOLY SHIT THOUGH WAIT UP GUYS

sdfkdsfjwoilkkj BOY!!!!!!!

SOB HOW ARE THERE ONLY TWO PAGES LEFT I’M GONNA CRY THIS CHAPTER WENT BY SO FAST

-- HORIKOSHI WHY ARE YOU CUTTING AWAY FROM THE FLASHBACK OH MY GOD I’M GONNA!!!

FUCK ME, THIS IS WHAT I WAS WAITING FOR SO IMPATIENTLY, SO OF COURSE HORIKOSHI JUST HAD TO FINALLY MAKE IT HAPPEN RIGHT WHEN I WOULD HAVE GIVEN ANYTHING TO NOT CUT AWAY FROM THAT SCENE WE WERE JUST ON. THIS SADISTIC SON OF A...

...hee. but it’s hard to stay mad, though

... :)

:D :D :D

lol what. recall, if you may, that you guys are the ones who basically forced them to come down to your mountain city and kick your asses you dickasaurs

HAHAHAHAHAAA

SDLFKJLSDKFJ AND ALSO OH NOOOOOOOO

OH MY FUCKING GOD. AND THAT’S IT. THAT’S THE FUCKING CHAPTER. WHYYYYY

EAT IT YOU PRICKS, I HOPE GIGANTOMACHIA FLATTENS YOU ALL INTO NEXT WEEK

Tomura looks so freaking sad, you guys. he’s just standing there completely still and he looks like he’s just completely destroyed emotionally

and he said he remembered everything!?! so what the shit am I supposed to do, Horikoshi?? my boy is just standing there with seven fucking fingers and one shoe and so caught up in his sad reverie that he’s seemingly oblivious to the fact that the long-awaited cavalry has finally arrived. kid is maybe 2-3 chapters away from finally triumphing over this bald Disney tree man who talks too much. and not only that, but he’s more than likely going to finally win Gigantomachia’s loyalty in the process. which in turn means he’ll have access to Ujiko and all of his resources

so in short, this boy is minutes away from becoming one of the deadliest and most powerful forces on earth... and I’m pretty sure that right now, at this moment, none of that matters to him one iota

you guys. so what does this mean for future developments?? I’m really going to need him to define “everything” ASAP, for starters. that’s a very vague statement, and its implications could mean the difference between us just having a sadder-than-usual Tomura from this point out, or a Tomura that’s sad but also realizing for the first time that there’s a lot about his past that doesn’t quite add up, or hell, even a Tomura that’s actually out for fucking vengeance against AFO. that last one seems like too big of a jump to happen right away, but dare I at least hope for the second option though? god that would just be the icing on the cake for this fucking perfect arc

now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to go do some yoga or chant some mantras or something holy shit. this fucking manga

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clairen45 · 5 years

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About that Dark Visions comic...

I think it’s fair to say that when Marvel’s Dark Visions miniseries about Vader as seen from a different perspective was announced, everybody was excited. We have been hammered on the head since ROTS that “there are heroes on both sides” , and with the expectations concerning the end of the saga as a massive redemption and hope plot, you were bound to be curious about what they would come up with. TBH, I was not expecting to see a softer side to Vader. It would be wrong to expect anything like that, and it would somehow diminish from what happens to him in the OT. He is supposed to be more machine than man. So, no, I definitely did not expect him, or wished him to be the kind of guy operating as the Death Star Secret Santa, knitting socks for the poor and needy, or rescuing people’s pets. It was not my understanding that he was much loved by his Imperial “colleagues” either. When we first see him in ANH; he is derided and dismissed both by a colleague (sorry, forgot the name but you all know whose faithless person I am thinking of) and Leia. Respected for sure, because of the fear he instills in people. So if awe is obviously the right word to use, in the most etymological sense of the term, that is to say “ a feeling of reverential respect mixed with fear or wonder”, how many people found Vader awesome? Besides the audience. There had to be. And as a concept, it was pretty cool.

That being said, if you think of the title for the series, there were already many ways of interpreting it. Dark Visions... Visions of the power of the Dark Side? The way some people saw Vader? The way Vader thought people saw him? Did the stories happen for real or are they just what the title imply they are: visions. Images. Fantasies. Daydreams or nightmares? Possibly just the imagination of some deranged mind. There is something there that implies that we are not dealing with something too objective. But rather something unhinged and disturbing.

Now, I intend to keep this in mind about the issue that has been raising so much concern: “Tall, Dark, and Handsome”. I think malaise is really the word we should settle for. This issue is problematic in many ways.

For those who haven’t read it or just heard about it through social media and people complaining about it (possibly people on the other side of the spectrum fanning about it), this is how you can sum it up: this is the first person narrative of an unnamed nurse, working on the Death Star for Vader’s personal doctor. The nurse has developed an obsessive infatuation for Vader that has her snoop around him and collect bits and pieces about him (mostly gorish remains of his time at the medical bay) that she hides in her room. She keeps on daydreaming about him and the connection she thinks they have, until one day she musters up her courage and goes to talk to him in his private quarters in order to let him know of her love for him. He cuts her off in all the meanings of the word, both interrupting her speech of eternal devotion and undying love, and piercing her through with his saber. Last moment we see her is lying dead on the floor while he moves away and asking for the sanitation to rid him of the “garbage”.

Ok, that’s a tall order. Here are points that I find entirely problematic.

1.The Question of Agency:

The authors decided to give a voice, a narrative agency to a character that is presented as inconsequential to the story. She is an anonymous nurse, a dot, in the bigger picture of the Empire. Much, let’s say, like our current ST heroes: Rey, Finn, and Rose, who started as “nobody”, even more so in the case of Finn and Rey who have literally been deprived of their identities. You could think it’s cool to thus give a voice to this nurse. Even more so when you consider that throughout the comic, she is presented as downtrodden, poor, pushed over, abused physically and verbally, dismissed, and despised. Her employer disrespects her constantly, calling her “fool”, “idiot”, or “stupid”. He shoves her around, and also diminishes her job, calling it “not a real job” or insinuating that she does not do her job correctly. Cases in point:

And what do we get in this story? A female nobody who starts asserting herself. Wow.

She tells her own story. First person narrative. She becomes an agent.

Look at the evolution of her daydream fantasies. She starts from damsel in distress who needs a man to protect her from her daily abuser

From nurse whose job means something, to a solid professional, and equal partner to her fantasy Lord:

And finally a powerful woman in her own rights, even overshadowing her partner, and who is able to defend herself.

Which then matures into her mustering up the courage to speak for herself, and tell her feelings to the (unwilling) object of her affection.

Except that.... well...she is just presented as a massive psycho. And, ok, it’s fair, we all know that there are female stalkers, and that her obsession for Vader is totally crazy because she doesn’t know anything about him, and she actually fell for someone who was treating her as poorly as the others. But there is the malaise there... The mix of female empowerment and batshit craziness. That’s what put a lot of people ill-at-ease. I wouldn’t even call that subversion, because, dudes, what are we subverting there exactly. It’s not like women are not daily abused and treated poorly at work and in their relationships on a daily basis... And are we supposed to take that as a cautionary tale about fangirl craziness? Because, there again, why did they need to have that girl get such a shitty treatment all through the comic. It is like the comic says that she deserved it. In the end it’s not just Vader calling her trash. It’s also the doctor calling her trash for most of the comic, and even have her literally waddle in a trash compactor. Cause this was supposed to be subtle?

Like, fine, if it were only Vader calling her garbage because the man is just dead inside, which, fairly, is represented in the comic. But it’s just not Vader, it is the way the character is presented through the eyes of the doctor AND even through the eyes of a cartoonist who keeps on representing her with the stupidest darned faces.

And there is no other viewpoint. Family, friends, other nurses or colleagues who could give us another idea about her. Or explain why she is like that. Nope. Basically, this woman is given a voice just so she can be cut off mid-sentence and made... fun of... I guess? Was that the author’s goal? Is it what we are supposed to feel? About this pathetic character and her pathetic life, dreams, goals, feelings, and eventual demise?

The “Subversion” of Female Romantic Tropes

Like ... LOL... How is that “subverted” anyways? But, ok, let’s go through them. It has all the classic elements of female literature.

The Cinderella story: nobody falls for high lord and expects to be swooped off her feet. Complete with ball scene, because, yes, why not? I give them a point, though, for the cool reflection on the ground which has her in her regular scrubs... BTW, Beauty and the Beast in the mix as well.

the nurse complex! Otherwise known as the Florence Nightingale effect. You know, woman is going to take care of the guy... They even made her a real nurse! Again, so subtle. Couldn’t make her any other profession and still be victim of this complex.

the reference to so-called “trashy” female lit, think bodice ripping, Harlequin, and their infamous covers. Even the title of the comic: “Tall, Dark, and Handsome”

The effing Phantom of the Opera!

and of course all the female discourse about love, because, yep, trashy: “kindred spirits” etc...

And again, how are we supposed to interpret it? Well, hang on, this woman, remember, is a bat-shit crazy deluded psycho, who has delusions about life and love. Oh, and the doctor says she is trash. And he throws all her stupid gory, disgusting trickets in the trash. Oh and also Vader says she is garbage. Well. Ok. So, I guess all of that which mattered to her, all her ideas, all that she loved, was just that. Trash. Garbage. Well, take that, you female reader!

But wait, it gets even better...

Star Wars is just trash!

Yep, because on closer look, most of the fantasies this woman has are very Star-Warsy. I am floored that they are actually trashing these:

Anakin and Padmé’s Naboo scenery, green, lush, terrace, nightgowns...

The scene when Anakin learns about Padmé’s death:

and of course, the one that you were not expecting... Reylo... “You are not alone”

Again, why is this problematic? In itself, it is fine and fair to be making fun of trashy female literature and campy romance novels, it is also fine to make fun of crazy stalkers, and it is also fine to be making fun of Star Wars. So why does it feel so icky in this comic somehow?

You can’t help but feel disgusted when you consider how poorly this woman is represented. There is not one aspect of her life that is not ridiculed. And again, this is about a woman who has NOTHING. They could have the girl fall in love with Vader and being killed by him because he is a cold-hearted machine. He killed his wife, the love of his life, so yea, of course he will feel not a pang of remorse or hesitation at killing this nobody who thinks she is in love with him. But they did not need to make fun of the very little she had in her life: her dreams. Her effing dreams. Plus the crazy stalker psycho. And the crazy face. And the fact that again we are talking about a woman, who had NOTHING. No family, no connection, no friends, no respect at work, not many possessions except her sad little Vader treasure chest.

And again, context. Here we are, reading a Star Wars comic where a lot of fanboys have been using the EXACT same terms to ridicule women in the fandom. Especially in the Reylo context. Trash. Garbage. Crazy bitches. Ridiculing theories about ... well, well, ain’t it a sweet surprise... Phantom of the Opera, or Beauty and the Beast parallels with Reylo. I’ll be damned. It feels crazy awkward, if you ask me. I mean, again, it’s all fair, but you don’t do that when you are in the midst of a toxic fandom war.

So why do I give zero F... about it in the end?

If some antis in the fandom saw that as validation, well, let them have their moment of happiness. It won’t last. We can give them that.

One, I don’t think for one second that it means anything about what will happen in the ST as far as Reylo is concerned. Again, they are even making fun of Anidala in the comic, and dude, that thing happened. As my good friends from @lordsofthesithpodcast would tell you after their glorious SWCC panel : Romance, these ships belong in Star Wars.

Two, as I highlighted in the introduction, this belongs in the Dark Visions series. It is meant, in my own opinion, to be disturbing and unhinged. Not sugar coated. So maybe the whole point was shock value. Mission accomplished. It was poor taste again given the context and the awful treatment THEY (and not just Vader) give their female character, but yea, dark visions. Not Star Wars Adventures. You have to look at the target audience and everything.

Three, if it were not for the in-your-face references to female tropes, I actually took most of it as a critique of fandom in general. The problem is not that she is a fangirl. There are some crazy obsessive fangirls, mind you. The problem is that they are making fun of all things female on top of that. But, remove the romantic aspects. Couldn’t that apply to fanboys as well? I could totally picture a cadet, or some other young imperial, developing the same crazed obsession over Vader. And it was just as toxic. And, tbh, it could very well be. Collecting trinkets is not just a girl thing, and after seeing with my own eyes the tons of merch purchased by fanboys at the recent SWCC convention, or the obsessive way some guy could talk to you about Vader and the minute trivial details in his life, or that they are the only ones understanding the guy, well yea... it works...

I’ll even go a step further. I wondered for a sec if the whole thing was not even a critical meta about the franchise as a whole. Let me explain. Some fanboys have complained about the femininization of the franchise, that is “polluting” the shades of Pemberley, I mean Star Wars. Claiming that what is happening right now is utter garbage. Also also, I have another possible reading which has the nurse representing the current state of the fandom and how crazy obsessed they can be over a franchise that some currently view as tired and dead inside (especially since it has fallen into the fold of Disney). Representing the unhealthy relationship between the two. And guess what, it doesn’t end well for the fandom. Who will never get what they want.

I will finally quote this from Chuck Wendig who was fired from the project and came up with that particular comment on Twitter, and which actually seems to go with how I tried to read it myself:

Apropos of absolutely nothing, my issue three of SHADOW OF VADER was about a toxic fanboy (a morgue attendant on the Death Star) who became obsessed with Vader. (And it didn’t end well for him. Er, obviously.) I thought it was good and I’m sorry you won’t see it! Onward we go.

I think they kept some of the original idea from Wendig, but it took a turn for the worse. It would be great if the authors cared to explain about their intent for this piece if any. I am not saying they should. I actually totally respect and support full freedom of speech and authorial choices. It is our choice, then, as a reader to read or not the material we don’t care about. I am just curious to know their opinion I guess, and I was not able to find any comment online. If anyone has a reference, I am interested...

In any event, I think everyone should read the comic for themselves if they are curious about it. Better to make your own opinion about it.

#reylo fandom #star wars comics #dark visions #darth vader dark visions #tall dark and handsome

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timothee-soft-boy · 5 years

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Airport Selfie Drabble

I did a thing, because his beauty is inspiring!

I’ve been delayed before, many times, but never on the way to a talk show appearance. I am going to miss out on something good if this shit doesn’t sort itself out. This isn’t just a minor annoyance or a few hours of fun I’m missing out on, like back in the day. My career is picking up steam and Brian tells me how important the talk show appearances are, frequently. Feeling on edge, I know all I can do is distract myself. Looking through my phone and bag, I find a few things to catch my attention, but not for long. My mind keeps going back to all the what if’s. Running out of things to watch, songs to listen to, books to crack open, I realize that I’m anxious and bored. What a dreadful combination of feelings. I send out a couple messages trying to catch up with friends and family. No one is responding to my texts and DMs, which is weird. I guess everyone is hunkered down for the storm and I’m on my own. Restlessness doesn’t begin to explain how I start to feel.

Then it comes to me. I could entertain myself with comments on my story. It’s been ages since I posted a selfie. Having a duh moment, I realize that the fans are always there to engage me. They can help me cope, if all else fails. I don’t want to abuse my social media platforms, but I guess this is as good a reason as any to use it. Everyone else uses SM for attention too. I can be allowed to do so once in a while.

The selfie doesn’t have to be perfect, so I snap one and judge it as good enough. I’m not really sure what I’m trying to convey with this. Nothing at all, I suppose, just pay attention to me. Just another mindless pic for a mindless app. Uploading the selfie, I take a deep breath waiting for the first message to roll in.

Here they come. Everyone saying I’m hot, sexy, damn boy, etc. The usual fare. Then to my great surprise I see a familiar name. It’s Armie. He commented: Remembering the old days of us being stuck in the airport together. You look good, kid.

Wow. I’m blown away. I expected something a little more biting or sarcastic about selfie culture or self-promotion. He thinks I look good? I mean, I guess so, for sitting in the airport for hours in a hoodie. Then I fall into my memories of the old days too. And one memory in particular jolts me and I decide I need some privacy. Making my way to the restroom, I go to the farthest stall from the door in hopes I don’t get disturbed. Before I close the door I’m already hard. That’s what he does to me. One minute going about my business, then next having an inescapable urge to touch myself.

The restroom is clean, thank goodness. I unzip my pants and suck in a quick breath after my hand makes contact with my cock. My touch feels like a relief to the intense pressure I feel. I rest my hand against the wall and lay my head there and start stroking as slowly as I can manage. I don’t want to rush this.

On the way back from wrapping CMBYN, it was just the two of us. Armie was making a connecting flight at La Guardia and I was going home. There were so many emotions running through my head about leaving him, that I was anxious, obviously nervous. He could tell. I think he was too, because he knew it would be weeks, maybe months, before we saw each other again. As we departed the plane he turned to me, put his hand on my shoulder and lowered his lips to my ear. “Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes. I’ll go in first and be in the farthest stall from the door,” he whispered. I pulled back with wide eyes and looked into his. He nodded at me and I couldn’t help but nod back, gulping down the fear that came with the proposition. We were always careful not to get caught, up until this point. Public sex in an airport? I guess the doors go down to the floor, so as long as we were quiet, maybe we could pull this off.

I did as I was told and waited the 5 minutes. Finding him in the last stall, I looked around. No one was watching, so I lightly knocked on the door. He cracked it open and pulled me in by grabbing my shirt in his fist. He pulled me close wrapping his arms tightly around my back and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I felt my cock immediately harden and strain against my jeans. My heart was racing, knowing that this was incredibly risky for both of us. The kiss was powerful and sensual at the same time.

Armie pulled back and then leaned into my ear again. “I’m going to blow you and you need to be as quiet as possible. Put your hand over your mouth, okay? Bite down on your forearm if you have to. But be quiet.”

I did as told again and put my palm over my mouth. Armie looked down on me and shoved me into the stall door. My weight making a thump as I made contact with it. With my hips jutting forward. Armie leaned down and then dropped to his knees. He looked up in my eyes as he unzipped my pants and pulled them down with my underwear in one fell swoop. I had to stifle my first moan when his mouth made contact with the head of my cock, his hands firmly gripping my ass. Breathing deeply, I began to shudder as he took the rest of me into his mouth. His mouth worked skillfully, expertly as he slid up and down the length of me. With my free hand, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and made my way deeper into his mouth, reaching the back of his throat. Armie gagged and it was a beautiful noise. He pulled back and looked up at me with a few tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. I wanted to pull him to his feet and kiss him, wiping away the tears, but he was too quick and went back to work. I wanted to cry out, show him how much I loved the pleasure he was giving me, but all I could do was take deep breaths as I continued shuddering. Being unable to help myself, I started saying fuck over and over into my muffled hand. Armie was obviously disturbed by this and he dug his fingernails into my ass cheeks. My body tensed at the pain and I reached my other hand up, now holding both against my mouth. I was on the edge of losing it completely, but then my orgasm came and I spilled into his mouth with such force I thought I might faint. My legs were weak, but he had me. He always had me. Getting up from the ground, he managed to hold me the entire way, never letting go. He moved his hands from my ass to a tight grip of my back. Looking down into my eyes he asked, “You still nervous?” A smile spread across my face. “How could I be after that?” He smirked and landed a tender kiss on my lips. “I thought you needed some calming down and I wanted to help.” He spent a few moments kissing my forehead, face and neck before looking in my eyes again. “Thank you, Armie. No one makes me feel the way you do.” He responded sweetly, “I know babe, I feel the same way about you. I hate to say it, but we should go before we get caught. You leave first. And until we meet again...” He kissed me one last time and I had to go. I made myself move with the reassurance that I would see him again and we would have the press tour to reconnect. A bittersweet goodbye.

Walking myself through that memory was so sensual and warm. My slow stroking got me through to the end of recalling every detail and I was so transported I forgot where I was and came all over the bathroom wall. Before wiping it up, I snapped a picture of the cum. Nasty, I know. But I thought Armie might appreciate it. Sending him the pic in an encrypted email to his private address, just to be safe. I pulled up IG to respond to his comment. I wrote: Thanks, Armie. I just thought about our airport adventures too. Check your email.

I waited, feeling a little nervous about what I’d done. Seconding guessing if that was even appropriate. I got a reply to the email: I miss you, dirty boy.

Laughing to myself, I think: mission accomplished. I’m not nervous or bored anymore. I’m just calm and happy knowing that Armie and I have a lifetime more of memories to make.

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Please repost and share the love! 🤗

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#timothée chalamet #selfie king #armie hammer #cmbyn fanfic

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haruhiheart · 6 years

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3, 4, 14, 24 for you, Viktor and Yuuri 💕

… Wow. Okay, this is… different. I’m cool with that. I love sharing anything ‘bout my two lovebirbs X3

Ice and Dice

3) Well, isn’t it a thing in japan to take baths with other people? In any case, I’m not used to that kind of thing, at all. Both of ‘em are pretty comfortable with the idea, unlike me. And while Viktor’s the one who’s up for pretty much anything, I think I’d be too shook with his approach. Yuuri’s presence is calming tho, so I mind less. However, I am never one to deny sexy time. If it happens, it happens. But it’s more likely to happen when Vik’s there. I don’t think Yuuri minds either, though he’s kinda less likely to seek it.

4) I don’t see any of us just walk around home naked. Although, I do enjoy being topless and Viktor doesn’t give a shit… Omg, I think there’s a pattern here. After a while, I’ll just say “Viktor’s the kinky one” and “Yuuri’s an angel and the voice of reason” because really, that’s all there is to it. But for once, I’m the one doing the less proper thing here. Huh.

14) Already answered.

24) I’m the dork. I dance all the time for no reason, so I can see myself drag either of ‘em into my dancing if it doesn’t fall flat in the awkward territory. Just going slow while I keep ‘em close… And kisses, boy do I want to be strong enough to hold and kiss someone like that. But I have noodle arms and no strength, so I’m afraid it’s impossible to do for me. Heck, actually I think Yuuri would’ve been the second one up for it the most if it weren’t for his size. But yeah, Viktor’s the Alpha male here. Taller, bolder, etc. He does all the swooping and honestly, I’m a little jealous. I want to be able to swoop them off their feet too! :’(

#self ship #self shipping #not anon #OT3: Ice and Dice #needs to learn how to use tags properly #nothing serious #I just put whatever there

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never-a-tale-of-more-poe · 7 years

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SPARIA: PART ONE

Hey guys! So, I decided to make this into a short, multi-chapter fic instead of just a one-shot. I will post this on FF.net and Ao3 at some point during the day tomorrow. Feel free to flood my inbox with feedback!

Title: The Story of Us Characters: Spencer Hastings, Aria Montgomery, Hanna Marin, Emily Fields, Alison DiLaurentis, Mona Vanderwaal, Ezra Fitz Fandom: Pretty Little Liars Rating: M Trigger warnings: sex, cheating/affairs, etc Summary: In which Aria turns up at Spencer’s one hot summer night after being unable to sleep. They have a long-overdue conversation, which blossoms into something so much more..

No! No, please!”

Spencer was crouched over Hanna’s lifeless body. Her skull had been crushed in with something sharp, like a fireplace poker. Blood poured around her head, and it was caked in her hair. “Hanna, p-please!” But she knew it was useless. Hanna was dead.

And so was…

Emily - it looked like she had been strangled.

Alison - she had been stabbed so many times in her face, neck and chest that it was hard to tell which wound had killed her.

The air around her was cold. Spencer was deep in the woods behind the Lost Woods Resort, surrounded by the bodies of her best friends.

Except for one.

Aria stood just a few feet away. Her black hoodie was ripped and even in the dark Spencer could see the blood splattered all over it. Her left hand held the bloodied knife and fireplace poker. Her right hand was clenched tightly around a rope.

Spencer’s eyes flitted up to Aria’s face – it was blank, completely devoid of any emotion. “A-Aria,” Spencer’s voice cracked. “How – how could you?”

Aria shrugged carelessly. “You haven’t even seen my best work yet. Wait for it.”

Bang!

Spencer shot up in bed, gasping for air. Her bangs were matted to her forehead with sweat, and her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. Her eyes darted around the room as she breathed deeply, trying to force her body to calm itself down. It took a moment for Spencer to realize the continued banging was someone knocking on the barn’s front door. She glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand – 1:25A.M. Who the hell was knocking at this hour?

Bang!

“Okay, hold on! Jesus!” Spencer called out. She stumbled out of bed and over to the front door. Through the glass panels she could Aria. Spencer’s brow furrowed and she flung the door open. “Aria? What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” Aria mumbled. “Ezra and I had a fight and he ¬– ” she trailed off as she noticed Spencer’s current state. “Are you OK?”

Spencer moved to the side to let Aria in. She shut the door behind her and locked it. “I’m fine. I just had a nightmare.”

Aria slipped off her coat and hung it on the rack next to the door. “About what?” she asked, kicking off her boots and walking into the spacious living room.

Spencer frowned. “Uh…” She paused to follow Aria and sat down next to her on the couch. “I dreamt I was back in high school and only got accepted to seven out of the eight Ivy League Schools.”

It wasn’t exactly a total lie. She did have that dream once. When she was twelve.

Aria stared at her. “How tragic,” she teased.

There was a long stretch silence between them. It was comfortable, if not just a little tense.

“So,” Spencer cleared her throat and grabbed the remote to the TV off the coffee table. “What did you and Ezra fight about?” she asked, as she turned on the television and changed the input from HDMI1 to HDMI3.

“I don’t really want to talk about it,” Aria grumbled. “Sorry for waking you up, by the way.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m glad I was woken up anyway,” Spencer shrugged. She opened the little compartment in her sectional couch that separated the two armchairs, removed two controllers, and passed one off to Aria. “We may not be able to save Rosewood from our conniving little tormentor, but we sure as hell can save Princess Peach.”

“What?” Aria grinned. She glanced at the controller in her hand. “You’re not serious?”

Spencer setup the game and turned to Aria. “I happen to take my princess-saving, dinosaur-ass-kicking duties very seriously.”

“Whatever you say, Spence. Whatever you say.”

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“Wait, so am I the green guy or the red guy?” Aria’s eyes followed the little digital man on the TV screen on front of her. She and Spencer had only been playing one of the ‘Mario’ games for a couple minutes, but Aria was already lost.

“You’re Luigi,” Spencer explained calmly. “Remember?”

“Is that the red guy?”

Spencer sighed. “No, Ari. Mario is the one with the red hat. Luigi is the one with the green hat.”

Aria smiled. “’Ari,’” she repeated. “You haven’t called me that since we were kids..”

“I’m the only one who has ever called you that,” Spencer smirked. “Remember what happened when Hanna did?” She took her eyes off the screen to glance at Aria.

“Yeah,” Aria nodded. She pressed the buttons on her controller to move Luigi forward so she could catch up to Spencer’s Mario. “You told her continuous use of lotion would absorb into her skin and infect her bloodstream and she’d die.”

Spencer grinned. “She shouldn’t have used my nickname for you.” On screen, Mario jumped over a mushroom enemy.

“She cried, Spencer,” Aria said with a hint of fondness in her tone, but amusement leaked through.

“Good.”

“Damn it!” Aria cursed as Luigi fell through a gap from one platform to the next. “I keep dying.”

“You suck,” Spencer giggled.

“Shut up!” Aria shoved Spencer and snatched her controller out of her hands.

“Hey!” Spencer squealed. “Give it back!”

“Make me,” Aria taunted playfully.

Spencer glared at Ari and pounced on her. The two tumbled over and Spencer wound up pinning Aria beneath her. Almost as if by reflex, Spencer’s hands moved to lock Aria’s arms to her side.

“I win,” she smirked triumphantly.

Aria stared up at Spencer. The controller her slipped from her hand long ago and had fallen somewhere on the floor. But all she could see, all she was able to focus on, was Spencer’s beautiful brown eyes. Beautiful? Her mind echoed. “U-uh, you’re kind of squishing m-me,” she choked out.

But Spencer was also lost in her best friend’s eyes. God, Aria was stunning. Her body seemed to melt against Aria’s like they were made for each other; like their bodies were two puzzle pieces snapping together to form a breathtaking image.

“Spencer,” Aria squeaked. “G-get off.”

Spencer broke out of her trance-like stare and shook her head. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “Sometimes I forget how tiny you are.” But she didn’t move away. Instead she brought her right hand up and gently traced Aria’s lips with the tips of her fingers.

Tingles danced down Aria’s spine. Spencer’s fingers on her lips made her nerves crack, her stomach swoop, and her heart beat a taboo against her chest. She shut her eyes and inhaled slowly. Maybe when she opened her eyes she would see how silly she was being? “Aria..”

Aria opened her eyes. Spencer was smiling down at her with such a warm, caring smile that Aria could have sworn her insides turned mushy. “Spencer…”

And then their lips were connected. Spencer had pressed her lips to Aria’s in a tentative kiss, and Aria immediately lost her fingers in Spencer’s thick tresses and kissed her back. Their kiss felt like nothing either girl had ever experienced before. It was heated, it was passionate, it was so wonderfully electric that Aria could hear her blood pumping through her veins, and Spencer could practically feel the neurons in her brain firing.

Finally the need for oxygen became too great to ignore, and they broke apart, panting.

“I…” Spencer started.

“What..” Aria began.

The girls burst into nervous laughter, and Spencer brushed her fingers down Aria’s cheek. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “That was…”

“Amazing?” Aria breathed out. “I – I mean, sorry..”

“Don’t be,” Spencer swallowed.

Silence.

And then Aria locked her arms around the back of Spencer’s neck and pulled her down for another kiss. This time it was feverish. It was almost desperate; like a craving neither of them realized they had. Aria dipped her hands under Spencer’s shirt and danced her fingers up Spencer’s back.

“Mmm,” Spencer sighed against her lips. Was this really happening? Aria’s fingers paused in their motion and Spencer, sensing her hesitation, pulled back to pull off her shirt. She threw it to the side and tugged on the hem of Aria’s shirt, and locked eyes with her in a questioning gaze.

Aria nodded. She watched in fascination as Spencer’s hands disappeared under her shirt. Her heart thumped in her chest as Spencer’s nails raked down her back, only coming to a stop at the clasp of her bra.

“Can I?” Spencer swallowed. She had to be dreaming. There was no way she was about to remove the bra of the one woman she had been in love with since high school. Right?

“Please,” Aria breathed, her tone breaking on the last letter.

Spencer unhooked Aria’s bra and it fell away, revealing Aria’s chest. She reached behind herself and removed her own bra. She normally didn’t wear a bra to bed, but had been too tired to take it off before she had turned in earlier.

Aria ran her tongue over her teeth. Spencer may have had a small chest, but the girl had a serious set of abs. She ran her fingers over Spencer’s core and felt the taller girl shiver beneath her touch, which sent a rush of heat between her legs. Shit.

Spencer caught Aria’s hand and brought it up to her lips. She kissed each finger, her gaze never once breaking from Aria’s.

Aria swallowed hard. “It’s really hot in here, d-don’t you think?”

Spencer smirked. “Oh, is it? I bet you would feel cooler if took off your pajama pants.”

Aria grinned. “Help me?”

Spencer smiled. “I’d love to.” She shimmied out of her own pajama pants and underwear, then eased Aria out of hers. “Wow,” Spencer exhaled. “You’re..you’re beautiful, Aria..”

Aria’s cheeks flushed. “Not as beautiful as you.”

Spencer sat up and held out her hand. Her eyes were dark with lust but her heart was so full of love Spencer thought it would burst. “I-I’ve been dreaming about this for so long, Aria,” she confessed.

Aria leaned in for a kiss and rested her forehead against Spencer’s. “Me too,” she admitted. And it was in that moment that she realized she had. Denial was a powerful defense mechanism, but Aria was finally ready to stop bottling up her feelings. “Can we move to your bed?”

“On one condition,” Spencer smiled.

“Anything,” Aria promised.

“Paint me like one of your French girls.”

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