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disney-rapunzel-merida-vanellope · 3 years

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@grunnies watched it sooner than i expected 😂

- watched cinderella 2015 today so my sister decided we should watch cinderella 3, she loves this one a lot.

- I feel extra bad for cinderella in this movie cause when she finally got her happy ending, it goes back in time, when she finally reaches the prince he doesn’t remember her, when he almost remembers SHE IS ALMOST DEPORTED, WHEN SHE IS GETTING READY TO MARRY SHE GETS STUCK IN A PUMPKIN LIKE OMG LET HER BREATH

- love cinderella and the prince cute interactions so much

- I don’t have a favorite step sister in the og movie, but I really love Anastasia in the sequels. Glad disney made her sympathetic

- the evil step mother is even worse here. Everytime she’s on screen I have chills. She really wants revenge and goes too far imo 😭😭😭 SHES TOO OP REVERSING TIME???? WOMAN CHILL. She could have made herself queen right there with the wand but noooooo she WANTED cinderella to know they knew she was the girl from the ball while seeing other girl take her place. She had to made a point of destroying cinderella deeper than ever. Pure evil

- the animation is so good and clean for a straight to dvd disney sequel. Cinderella looks extra pretty here I think

- the songs are really good ngl. I love the cinderella song so much 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I sing that "I want much more than dream" (that’s how it goes in the pt dub idk the eng lyrics😶)

- SHE GETS INTO THE CASTLE WITH A SMILE 😭😭😭😭 PURE & CLEVER CHILD. The men smiling too kkkkkkkk

- idk the name of this blue dressed lady but I was so happy when I saw she was in the movie cause I recognized her from cinderella 2 😭. It then she was a big pain in the ass…. Don’t remember how she was in the other movie but I suspect bossy there too

- cinderella is so clever. She would have done this whole mission so fast if the others didn’t have the wand

- the prince is so lovable and unintentionally funny I love him 😭😭😭😭😭

- NOT HIM SAYING THE ONLY CLUE HE HAS IS THE SHOE SIZE. BOY YOU STARED AT HER THE WHOLE BALL. YOU MUST HAVE PICKED ON OTHER FEATURES 😭

- HIS FACE WHEN HE ENTERS THE ROOM. HIS NOSTRILS. "AM I IN THE RIGHT ROOM?"

- he did know it wasn’t Anastasia so I guess he did pick on other features

- he tried so hard to make them leave in the most polite way. He’s precious

- I was never a fan of how Cinderella’s hair looks let down but I do like seeing it with the white cloth headband thing

- THE WAY SHE SMILES AT HIM AND HES LIKE 😃 "you need help hun?”

- "maybe it was another prince" 😒

- the way he knows her from the feel of her hands sounds really stupid tho. Maybe her hands are so damaged from the years she spent working that her hands really are like any other 🙂 but like, she was wearing gloves at the ball SO HOW DO YOU KNOW HOW HER HANDS FEEL LIKE 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨😳

- jaq and Gus are such good friends. They really saved the day. Encouraging her to go after the prince, spying for her, singing the events to the prince…. True friends

- I wanna eat every cake in that room. But like omg they cooked all that in 1 day or something? Rich people things

- the way the prince is describing Anastasia to the king…. He’s such a gentleman…. He really would have described her like that even without the spell i believe. He’s just that nice

- my sister really doesn’t give 2 shits about the 1st cinderella movie, but she loves this one so much. And the prince even ranks in her faves along with Shang and Flynn

- Anastasia dancing is EXACTLY like me in the obligatory dance classes we had at school during PE 😬 having bad memories rn

- it actually hurts how she believes he’s in love with her despite the magic….. girl deserved better

- love the shell and the story

- cinderella is such a boss in this movie. Got into the castle like it’s hard and now is undercover in the lion’s mouth

- she’s so sassy with the step mother oh I love it "we’ve won" " I don’t think so" TELL HER

- Lúcifer on screen is always a bad time I really hate that cat

- sliding on the stairs’ rail cause she tends to lose her shoes on the stairs

- SHE GETS THE WAND BUT IS STILL STOPPED OH I HATE THIS SO MUCH SHE WAS ALMOST THERE

- their bodies on the mirror I can’t cope

- this whole talking to the rats scene is so hilarious 😂😭 love how he just goes along with the craziness. He’s trying, so patinete and willing to listen. A KEEPER

- the song IS A BOP

- my sister hates how she loves the movie so much and has watched it many times but I’m the only of the 2 who knows the lyrics of the songs kkkkkk 😂

- HIM CALLING HER CINDERELLI TOO 😭😭😭😭 that’s precious

- POOR FUCKING KING HIS SON IS TALKING TO RATS AND JUMPING THROUGH WINDOWS. THE PRINCE IS A KEEPER BUT HES CRAZY

- I’m so glad the whole internet knows about the jumping from window thing. This was meant to be memed

- girl lived as a slave all her life and was really gonna be sent away to god knows where, without even her rat friends while her abusers lived her destiny…. Cruel… I hate this movie

- the horse riding scene reminds me so much of eugene going to save Rapunzel at the end. I do love me some badass in love disney princes 🥰😍

- HOW IS HE SO GOOFY AND HEROIC AT THE SAME TIME 😭😭😭😭 HE JUST YETED HIMSELF BUT STILL LANDED IN A COOL WAY

- "want to marry me cinderelli?" "It’s actually cinderella" "wrong girl then"

- I love the facial expressions on Anastasia and her mother when they are found out and deciding what to do. Anastasia was so devastated

- poor king only wants grandkids……

- EVERY WEDDING DRESS CINDERELLA WEARS IS A BANGER

- this cloning cinderella thing always freaked me out so much. It’s so evil, twisted and repulsive. Great plot point tho, this is a Disney sequel but they went all out

- even in the ragged dress she looks good 😭

- I love cats, but Lucifer deserves hell

- "not gonna miss my wedding" GO GET YOU MAAAAN 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

- the priest is so funny looking

- cinderella protecting Anastasia and the prince protecting them both….🥰

- love how her distransformation mirrors Cinderella’s transformation in the 1st movie

- the king telling her everyone deserves true love even after all she did…. Love that for her

- another banger wedding dress

- "old life?" Yeah they really lost relationship progress cause of that evil bitch. So upsetting but at least after all this rollercoaster of bad luck for Cindy, she got the man

- everytime we’d finish the movie, my sister an i would put the music video of the credits song. It’s so good

- this is a hard movie for me to qualify, I have always had mixed feelings about it, a love hate relationship with it. Cinderella is my least fave princess, but I still love her here. Love her too much in fact cause I just hate how very step she takes towards the prince, the step mother has her take 10 back. It’s heartbreaking, I always feel so frustrated watching it cause has she not gone through enough in the 1st movie?? Why all this torment of ruining the only good night she had, the only love she felt?? But it’s still super entertaining and funny and genuine. Really felt like they had a story to tell instead of just doing it for the money like some sequels. And it’s a good story. The animation, music, comedy, the epic moments… all so very good. It’s a frustrating good time I think that’s how I feel.

#cinderella #disney #cinderella 3 #disney sequel #long post

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lukesperfectharmonyhair · 3 years

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im rewatching jatp instead of studying for the 3 tests i have tomorrow and i thought i would share my thoughts and reactions with each episode so enjoy!!....

wake up

- hearing the “1, 2, 3″ at the start of the episode gives me more serotonin than my antidepressants ever will

- julie’s slippers...that’s it...that’s the thought

- that dry ass pasta the molina’s are eating for dinner??? someone needs to give my man ray some cooking tips or a cookbook... something

-the looks the boys give julie when she says it was an OLD cd she found. as if they could be old??

-the entire julie and luke kitchen scene i mean there are no words to describe how much i am in love with scene. the banter, the flirting, luke giving this girl he literally just met an actual PIECE OF HIS SOUL so she can get music back into her life. not a single time have i watched that scene and not felt my heart literally grow cause of how cute they are.

-the entire scene when julie is singing wake up. that scene is what made me literally CRAVE watching the other episodes. like of course i was going to watch them cause i wasn’t gonna just stop watching a show after one episode, and yes the show was good already but seeing the lighting and her voice, and just everything about the scene,,,,*chef’s kiss*

bright

-flynn drinking seven sodas....SEVEN??? i would be throwing up if i drank more than like 2 and she drank seven,,,no ma’am.

- flynn and her trumpet. talented queen

- “ i wouldn’t have given you the song if i didnt think you were gonna rock it.” lmaooo im crying:)

- i start tearing up every time julie goes to play the first notes of bright,,, and then i’m full on bawling when the guys come in and play with her cause...they weren’t playing to be seen they were playing to be there for her and play to comfort her. pls i love them<3

- nick vibing in the front row

- the tech guy deserves so much more praise

flying solo

- reggie’s little butt shake or whatever you wanna call it!!

- julie’s little laugh when she yells at the guys to stop it

- “and we’re on the runway again” GENUINELY one of my favorite lines of the whole show pls i love luke’s humor

-this is the first time i noticed this but reggie’s face after alex says “DONT TELL ME HOW TO GHOST!”

-WILLIE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU<3333333

-the slow mo helmet take off,,,,me too alex me too

-willie’s little giggles:))))

- “oh-oh!”

- “no clue” alex i love you baby<3

- next season better give us a scene of flynn throwing eggs at someone’s house because i think it’s safe to say we were robbed of that experience.

- the flying solo performance is just amazing

i got the music

- just the whole opening scene is so cute ....the dancing, singing, happiness RADIATING from julie

-nick in an all white suit and fedora

-WILLEX MUSEUM DATE YEAH BABYYYYY

- carefree skateboarder bf and anxiety ridden drummer bf

- yelling. in. museums.

-alex thinking he’s literally dying again because of the salt... zero braincells in this band.

- another scene we were robbed of that i need to see in season 2...reggie singing “home is where my horse is” while alex and julie sit patiently and attentively listen to him but luke looks like he’s about to commit murder

- i get SO MUCH second hand embarrassment for julie when she looks through luke’s songbook and says “ wow luke I didn’t know you were such a romantic” julie baby i love you but...eekkkkk

- “he looks like a substitute teacher”- where did he come up with that like so many other things he could be compared to but a substitute teacher??

- “luke introduced you to rock” heck yeah it did.. literal soulmates

- would like to see a picture of the raccoon in Flynn’s backyard

- wee woo wee woo police sirens://///

- julie’s outfit ughhhh i love it

- the poster that im pretty sure says “sexiest role” behind caleb... why was that necessary

the other side of hollywood

- THE ENTIRE PERFORMANCE OF THE OTHER SIDE OF HOLLYWOOD

- i lose my absolute shit over this song omg literal chills

- the cape grab i cannot physically do this rn

- willie being so excited the entire performance and looking over to see alex’s reaction

- reggie being in awe everytime one of the girls performing does something.. me too reggie

-”well i wouldn't really call it mAAgiCcCC bUT”

- nick and his fedora again

- alex has a crush, alex has a crush on.....WILLIE

-the boys eating food for the first time in 25 years is honestly so realistic

-alex shoving a whole slice of pizza in his mouth

- lukes ‘OH MY GODDDDD’

- reggie kissing his meatball sub that looks painfully dry but also delicious

- the continuation of the other side of hollywood performance and everyone dancing

-reggie imitating caleb’s evil laugh and owen trying so hard not to break

-me getting mad at the boys for not showing up for julie and being sad with her but at the same time i’m obviously not mad at the boys just...disappointed?? idk

finally free

- how did julie get to the school if she missed the first three classes?? wasn’t she still at flynn’s house from the night before cause she slept over so did she walk to school or was she just sitting in flynn’s house by herself and one of flynn’s parents was like you gonna go to school or???

-dance class with nicky poo<3

-reggie fixing his amp in the rain

-julie’s blue dress outfit in this episode is my ABSOLUTE favorite

- the birthday candle scene makes me sob like a little baby,,,and rightfully so

- julie smart, smart to be taking calculus as what a sophomore??

- all eyes on me yes queen iconic

- alex dancing is how i dance in my brain whenever the song comes on

- finally free as a song is NEVER given enough credit and why not?? it’s my favorite song they do as a band AND the madison’s vocals and the echoing part omg i loveeeee

- and the whole performance with luke’s heart eyes. i count this performance as the moment luke like fell in love with julie...like full on just blown away with how much awe and admiration he has for her in that moment and all the time.

- julie and luke singing “and you’re a part of me” while staring directly into each others soul,,,yeah that’s love kids

edge of great

- carlos being the ghost hunter he is and tía being done with him

- luke’s pouting face

- reggie and ray making breakfast together is so wholesome. reggie really loves and seeks comfort in ray and i love that

- luke just waiting next to julie’s locker and his little “hey”

- the first time i watch this scene i thought charlie was from new york cause of the way he says “ i can't do this without you” and then i watched the cast interviews and just realized he is somewhat joey tribbiani

- jealous luke hehehehehhehehe

- “well dont you look shARrP”- yes he does luke thank you very much

- “uh oh i think someone has a crush on julie” yeah you do you little shit,,, now admit it to her

- the proud look on luke’s face when he realizes julie is still paying attention to HIM even though she’s supposed to be having a full on conversation with nick

- the shoulder push ( as someone who has had their own shoulder pushed in the middle of a high school hallway as a weird way of flirting,,,,i can definitely somewhat attest to how luke is feeling in that moment and i too continued to flirt with the person who shoulder shoved me while we were still standing in the hallway)

- the flow from whatever the hell dance nick and julie are doing and the perfect harmony dance is so special to me and i love it

-ADOANCLOBNAOVBCOAB THE HAIR PLSSSSS

- EVERYTIME THE SCENE COMES ON AND I SEE HIM WALKING THROUGH THE MIRROR I HAVE TO PAUSE THE SHOW FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES WHILE I DIE LAUGHING BECAUSE THE HAIR IS SO BAD EVEN THOUGH I SHOULD BE USED TO HOW IT LOOKS AFTER WATCHING THIS SHOW LITERALLY 30 TIMES

- i think people see my username and assume i like his hair in this scene but...ummm fun little fact i do not like it

- the dance is so good though ugh my babies

- the hair

- madison is gorgeous

- another season 2 scene i need: julie teaching this dance to luke and they perform it in front of alex and reggie so they can see luke roll on the floor like that

-the hair

- the lift i loveeee

- the voices at the end of the song *chef’s kiss*

- the way julie spins out from luke and into nick omg so good

- “thAnKs pArTnER”

- luke denying his feelings for julie,,,babe pls

- the whole edge of great performance is so good and beautiful and the colors are SPECTACULAR

-julie avoiding luke’s gaze lolz

- can't believe my mans really tried to deny he didn’t have feelings for julie like 5 hours earlier even though he’s getting upset because she hasn’t looked at him in 2 minutes

- THE. GUITAR. RIFF. SOLO.

- when i finally learn how to play the electric guitar well enough to learn the guitar solo... it’s over for everyone

-nick just came to watch the girl he likes perform not watch her flirt with a hologram plssss can we give this man a break next season.

- “we have to say goodbye to julie”- that’s literally more important to luke than not playing music anymore because julie is music to him now

unsaid emily

-already crying and the episode hasn't even started

-willex in the orpheum

- alex literally being OVER reggie

- nope too emotionally unstable to watch this scene right now

- my therapist will be hearing about this tomorrow

- show us the baby picture of luke cowards

- this is such a beautiful song that makes me cry every fucking time gosh damn it

- everytime i watch the flashback scene of luke on his bike i think of “christmas song” by phoebe bridges and i cry even more

- i tried to learn how to play this song on my electric guitar (because i dont have an acoustic guitar) and i ended up crying half way through so i do not think i will be playing it anytime soon:/

- the harmonies *chef’s kiss*

- THE POLICE LIGHTS ....i cry

- FAT tears rolling down my face

- there's literally not a moment i don’t cry during this episode

- interesting little relationship :0

- when i played percussion in 7th grade i used to lay down on the couch in the practice room at school ( which god knows what people did on that couch...ew) and stick my drumsticks up my nose too,,,, just another similarity between alex and i

stand tall

- willie really drove a bus 200 miles into the desert for his crush

- WILLEX HUG

- i love willie no last name so much,,,i just wanna hold and protect him

- alex’s ballerina dance

-julie’s overall outfit i love<3

- “im swimming”

- the way carlos hangs up the iPad on tía makes me CRACK UP he’s just lmao bye girl

- another julie outfit i love

- “anything julie. you know that.” AHHHHHAASIDSJFPACISN love bitches

- the suits

- luke’s hair in this episode is so much better than the perfect harmony hair pls

- YOU GOT NOTHING TO LOSE

- the way luke looks so restricted and confined in his suit... but at the same time he looks like a 10 week old puppy

-luke’s AGGRESSIVE but small foot tapping leading up to being on the stage

- the solos:)))))

- crying again over julie’s monologue to her mom

- julie really was brave enough to be ready to perform by herself

-the way Trevor looks at carrie when she says “been here before”

-ALEXXXXXX

-REGGIEEEEE

-luuukkKKKEEEEEEE

- this performance makes me cry

- especially the first time when i saw luke flickering...sobs

- he finally looks free in his suit:))

- alex’s solo is so pretty i love him

- reggie’s solo too

- nick just straight up vibing the entire performance

- alex and luke holding hands...hehehe cute besties

- “thank you, guys” NO THANK YOU

- the way julie begs for them to do something about the jolts for HER cause she knows luke would never say no to her

- “no music is worth making, julie, if we’re not making it with you,” I JUST SCREAMED AND IM PRETTY SURE I WOKE UP MY ENTIRE HOUSEHOLD...whoops

- going back to that line i could say so much about it but....for someone who’s life was literally MUSIC for the 17 years he was alive, and after finding out he could play music again even though he was dead and saying it made him feel alive, he would give that up- he would give up playing his guitar, playing in a band with his friends, give up writing and singing music- if he wasn’t doing that with julie. that’s more than saying i love you,,,that’s literally like saying i’d give up my ENTIRE LIFE and what i love to do if i dont get to do it with you

- i just made myself cry with that description...wow

-the hug<3

-also imagine how luke felt in that moment,,, hearing this girl, once again that he would give his life up for, saying in his ear that she loves them. i would motherfucking glow too, luke

- *passionately but gently holds each others faces*

-HANDS OFF MY BABY NICK, CALEB

- caleb’s outfit is....something

- the head turn plssss

this was so long and i am so sorry but if you read this far.....leave some of your own reactions or thoughts:)))

k goodnight im gonna, ugh, finally go study ://

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie molina #alex mercer #luke patterson #reggie peters #willie #flynn jatp #nick jatp #carrie wilson #renew jatp #netflix PLEASE we are begging give us a season 2

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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OK I GOT 5 HOURS OF SLEEP LAST NIGHT WHICH IS PRETTY OK IG (I did stay up to read the fic-) BOTH MY TESTS WENT LIKE SHIT, I HAD AN ANXIETY ATTACK IN PROGRAMMING CLASS BECAUSE BY TEACHER IS A LITTLE SHIT WHO KEPT ON YELLING AT ME WHEN I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND SOMETHING AND I SPENT LUNCH ALONE BUT AT LEAST NOW IM ALONE WITH MY LAPTOP SO YAYAYAYYA

first of all, this chapter right here is my comfort chapter from now on. i said what i said. I will be rereading it again and again just because i can. it was PERFECTION

here's me going crazy at 2 am yesterday.

MAGNUS' CHAPTER

LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GO

AHHHHHHH IT'S THEIR ANNIVERSARY

SCREAM

alec shaved his beard because it made him look older

RAFAEL WAS SO UPSET AFTER THE MEXICO ATTACK BECAUSE OF ANJALI RIGHT??

magnus and alec are the oblivious parents istg

“Are you decent?” Max yelled. “I don’t want to be traumatized again.”

“Hey! We agreed not to talk about that!” Alec yelled back.

Im not even surprised at this point

“Happy anniversary, bapa!” Rafael kissed him on the cheek and handed him the flowers.

“Where are my flowers?” Alec asked.

Rafael plucked a rose from the bouquet and threw it at Alec. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, son,” Alec mumbled.

IM WHEEZING

DAVID BAKES

“David made it,” Max said shyly. "

Oh,” Alec replied and then shrugged. “Well, the icing could be a little sweeter I think.”

Ever since Max started dating, Alec had become incredibly protective. Alec liked David of course – it was impossible to find someone who didn’t. But that didn’t mean Alec approved.

And it didn’t help that the blond boy was absolutely terrified of Alec.

ALEC STOP TEASING HIM

THE BOY IS ALREADY SCARED

“I don’t know,” Alec analysed the card. “David used too much glitter.”

“Since when do you have a problem with excessive glitter?” Max demanded.

ALEC

“I didn’t use him!” Max huffed. “He was thoroughly compensated for his efforts!”

“Compensated how?” Alec asked.

“Uh,” Max said. “With donuts.”

when i saw donuts i immediately thought of rose and luisa from jtv

iykyk

but should i continue the show? i got tired of jane continuously embarrasing herself

“You expect us to follow rules?” Alec asked in surprise. “In our own home? On our anniversary?”

The warlock boy grinned wickedly before leaning close to Alec.

“You better do it, or I will tell everyone about your secret,” Max whispered.

Alec blinked at that.

the secret...

I DONT LIKE HOW MANY THINGS POPPED INTO MY HEAD

is highschool musical that bad? i havent watched it. should i?

what if i cried

i just wanna hug alec??? but i cant say it'll be ok because it wont

“Is that why you are not attending?” Magnus grinned at his friend. “Or is it because you are terrified of Georgia?”

“That child is the reincarnation of Christopher Lightwood!” Ragnor complained. “I heard she made explosives out of demon ichor! Who makes explosions out of demon ichor?”

RAGNOR IS PROBABLY GETTING FLASHBACKS

THESE STUPID FUCKING BITCHES

how tf do you think we have survived huh??

medicine that's how

vaccines, anti biotics and what not

stop being close-minded and fucking do it

ok i know the risk is great

BUT OTHERWISE THEY ALL DIE

it was different for warlocks. The Shadow World was their universe. The nephilim kept it safe. At one point in their lives, they had learned to coexist with them, out of necessity and out of obligation.

And now here they were – working together in the name of friendship and love.

how things change...

what

say what

the causes are what

ok let's not jump to conclusions

im fucking crying wtf

alec doesnt deserve this shit

all he's done is make the world a better place

hes worked so hard on this

RAZIEL CAN GO FUCK HIMSELF

what am i supposed to say to my parents if one of them comes to check on me and im sitting here crying at 2 am

He didn’t want to believe in a reality that would punish Alec. Alec who only wanted to do what is good and right.

Alec was who was losing his hope and strength every passing day. Alec who was struggling. Alec who was turning to desperate measures to cope with all the stress.

please alec

no please

THE ANGELS ARE BITCHES

Because if Magnus found out Raziel was the one causing all this pain for Alec, he would march up to heaven and set the bastard on fire himself.

AND I'LL GO WITH HIM

KNEW THE SPY WAS LIVVY

AWW RAGNOR LIKES SELENA THATS SO SWEET

blue and gold

STOP IT IM CRYING AGAIN

The shadowhunter was a good influence on him. Magnus hoped Alec would see it sooner rather than later.

HUH

HUHU

HUH

omg

GIGI GETTING A SIBLING

“Max isn’t allowed to do a lot of things,” Magnus chuckled. “But he does them anyway.”

thats my boi

GASP

]THE NECKLACE

rafael is growing into the consul voice

they grow up so fast

nope nope he's still the little 5 year old

voice cracking what do you mean he's 20

im glad hes happy with mila. or is he...?

Magnus had deduced as much. Alec lived in his beautifully oblivious world. But Magnus noticed.

He noticed the hickeys. He noticed the late-night visits. He noticed the tense phone calls.

well thank god there's at least one non-oblivious person (alec i love you so much but you are very very oblivious)

“What’s stopping you then?” Magnus asked.

"2554 miles,” Rafael chuckled sadly.

me with all my online friends

probably more miles

Magnus tried to do the math but promptly gave up.

But Alec did lie though. Magnus pushed the thought away.

NOT NOW

LET ME LIVE IN PEACEFUL OBLIVION

HUSH

“Except melt it?” Rafael chuckled.

“Yes,” Magnus chuckled back. “As you can see, the bar is extremely low in the Lightwood family.”

AHHIUCCDSKUHDCV

i have no clue what the words describing the outfit are

time to google

OK PRETTY

Fifteen years. Fifteen years of loving and Alec still made his heart stutter.

dont do this to me right now I WILL CRY

“What the hell?” Max exclaimed. “Why are you all dressed up?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, it’s my anniversary,” Alec chuckled.

Max-

Fifteen years. Fifteen years and Magnus still took Alec’s breath away.

HJCSDHJBJDHSGCDYGJVVC JHVDFYMJ

it's not funny MY EYES ARE WATERING

“Bapak is a good looking one in the family,” Rafael pointed out. “You are the chaotic one and I am the smart one.”

“What am I then?” Alec asked dryly. “A sack of potatoes?”

“You’re the sexy one,” Magnus grinned. “A sexy sack of potatoes.”

yes.

Alec grinned back and leaned forward. Magnus put his hands around Alec’s neck and kissed him. He kissed Alec with all the love he had inside his heart.

Just like the first time. Just like the hundredth time. Just like the thousandth time.

Because with Alec, every kiss mattered. Every single one.

muffled sob

“Stop making out, oh my god!” Max groaned.

Magnus sensed a pillow coming their way but Rafael caught it before it hit them.

“Max, stop!” Rafael scolded. “You will wrinkle dad’s suit and ruin bapak’s hair! I spent hours ironing both!”

why is max me when i see people display affection in front of me

ALSO RAFAEL HKUIUIDCSKIHUDFVHJDFVHU

“They are here,” Rafael said. “You two better look exactly the way you did when I left with Max or I will raise hell.”

IM SCREAMING

Selena was wearing a blue crop top with the words “MIND YOUR OWN UTEREUS” written in gold.

i need that top

DAVID'S SHIRT IS THE COLOR OF MAX'S MAGIC

AHH ISABELLE DOESNT KNOW SHE'S PREGNANT YET

The argument of “who gave the best gift” had started when Jace and Izzy had gotten drunk on vodka. It didn’t help that Alec had gotten drunk as well. All three Lightwood siblings had then proceeded to have an argument about who had the best spouse. The whole night had been drunken chaos. Magnus, Clary and Simon had let them have it since the Lightwood siblings had a tendency to carry the world on their shoulders even when nobody asked them. They rarely ever let loose ever since their worlds had plunged into sickness and demon attacks. Especially Alec. So, Magnus had let his husband be that 18-year-old boy again. The boy who got drunk and fought with his siblings and sang songs about Magnus’ pretty eyes.

OH MY GOD THE CHAOS

Georgia considered that. “I’m not allowed to melt it, right?”

“No,” they all replied in chorus.

LET GIGI MELT IT

SELENA IM SO PROUD OF YOU

“Dad,” Max said. “Can you keep a picture of me wearing this necklace in your office?”

“Why?” Rafael asked.

“I think it will piss off the boomers,” Max giggled.

“Nice!” Lexi grinned. “A downworlder wearing a shadowhunter heirloom? They will lose their heads. Uncle Alec, you must do it.”

“I will do you one better. I will hang a tapestry,” Alec chuckled.

YASSS I CANT WAIT FOR THE SHADOWHUNTERS TO BE PISSED

AWW THEY DIDNT KNOW THE NECKLACE USED TO BELONG TO MAGNUS

he actually gave to camille first-

Why couldn’t this boy just cause chaos during his travel year like the rest of them? Why did he actually study and do his research as recommended?

why would you NOT study and research during your travel year????

oh shit

well well well

david bby stfu

i love you but pls stop speaking for all our sakes

“Holy shit,” Max said. “It is expensive then!”

“Don’t pawn the ruby!” Rafael warned.

MAX NO-

OH THE STONE COMES FROM EDOM

oh no

pls dont fight

oh so i was wrong about magus confronting him from that snippet

all you need to know is im sobbing right now and grammarly is the only thing making this coherent

dont mind me just

NO I FORGOT ABOUT MAX AND DAVID

GET BACK IN THE ROOM YOU IDIOTS

don't do this to me at 3 am

OK THE DILF PART

thank you for adding light into my life again

(me while editing this: today really isn't my day huh? i just slipped in rainwater outside my balcony because I heard rain and ran there. now my knee and back hurt and I think I sprained (?) my toe-

ANYWAY

wait im gonna go check out the rain and then continue editing this

ok i got bored of the rain)

that made me laugh through my tears

“Objectively good looking?” Jace snorted. “Excuse you, but my parabatai is smoking hot! He is a freaking prize, okay? If we had a magazine for hot shadowhunters, you would be on the cover page. Every single issue.”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Alec interrupted. “Magnus, are you happy? Now all my friends have told me I am pretty.”

“I said smoking hot,” Jace corrected.

“We are not being biased,” Clary pointed out. “It is the general consensus, Alec.”

“It’s true,” Lexi said. “So many people have asked me for your number, Uncle Alec. And I would have given it to them if I wasn’t worried about being turned into a marshmallow.”

LEXI DUHDUGHUDFCUHKVDFUIKFDU

“Dad, I don’t know why you are so worried,” Max said in a bored tone. “You’re a told DILF.”

David choked on his champagne and Jace patted him on the back.

“What the hell is a DILF?” Alec demanded.

“Oh, I know this one!” Jace said excitedly. “It means Dashing and Irresistible Looking Father. Max is right, you are a total DILF.”

“Mr. Herondale-” David raised a hand.

“I heard one of the shadowhunters in their travel year calling me a DILF too,” Jace said proudly.

THAT IS NOT WHAT DILF MEANS OH MY GOD

“It’s not a rumour,” Selena spoke up and passed her phone. “There is a group chat at Scholomance just to thirst after you.”

add me to it

ALL THE COMMENTS I CANT BREATHE

“Alec Lightwood can run me over with a Maserati and I would thank him.”

“Give me that,” Izzy grabbed the phone and started giggling. “Petition for Consul Alec Lightwood-Bane to stab me with his mortal sword.”

“Isabelle!” Alec hissed, cheeks flaming. “Stop it!”

“I want one!” Jace grabbed the phone now. “By the Angel!”

“Read it!” the kids yelled in chorus.

“I would gladly let Consul Lightwood-Bane inspect my mortal instruments,” Jace chuckled and threw the phone at David.

David shook his head vehemently and threw it at Max.

“My body is just a hole for Alec Lightwood,” Max read out loud and started laughing so hard that he fell off his chair.

Lexi grabbed the phone and giggled. “I want the Consul to strip off my runes among other things.”

She passed the phone to Gigi, who looked at the phone and look at Alec.

“Uncle Alec,” the girl said. “This person wants you to crush them with your massive archer arms.”

“Give me that,” Rafael grabbed it now. “Aw, this one is a classic, dad. Alec Lightwood turned me gay.”

He threw the phone at Simon, who stared the screen and looked up. “Uh, I don’t think I can read this one out loud in front of the kids.

“Is this the one about the basement?” Selena chuckled and Simon nodded.

WHAT'S THE BASEMENT ONe

TELL ME

AWW GIGI AND LEXI PUTTING MAKEUP ON DAVID AND MAX RECORDING IT

google translator time

oooo Rafael's gonna talk with Mila

Magnus you're such a good father

seriously

“Sometimes things are just sad. So, you need to let yourself be sad.”

YES

SAY IT LOUDER

THEY ARE UNDER THE BED

AHHH MAX AND DAVID

DAVID CALLED HIM MY ANGEL IN FRENCH

Alec and Magnus hiding under the bed and spying on them is just-

Jace had tried to give Max the shovel talk and had gotten a little too emotional.

of course, he did smh I love him so much

“David doesn’t need a shovel talk,” Alec smiled. “He knows what would happen to him if he hurts my son.”

David gulped. “You will throw me into the silent city?”

“I will ask me husband to portal you to hell,” Alec said – Consul Voice. “We have relatives there.”

the beloved relatives yes

“Goodnight,” Jace gave them a salute. “Have fun inspecting Magnus’ mortal instruments.”

JACE

OH SO THE QUESTION WAS ABOUT SMOKING

damn it

oh my god guys he said he'll stop smoking

just lemme have this moment

my boy's lungs will be intact

HIS LUNGS WILL BE OK

“I can’t wait to see all the messages on the chat after that,” Magnus giggled.

Alec looked up. “I’m more than a tall glass of water, Magnus!”

SCREAMING

In his dream, he saw them again. But they weren’t smiling this time.

what

wait

THE PROPHETIC DREAMS

nope nope nope

Nah I don't know what you're talking about

haha

damn, I think I really hurt my back...

OK BUT THE IMMORTALITY ANGST???? WAS SO SO GOOD???? I know it makes me cry but is it bad that I'm always so excited for angst written by you because of HOW GOOD it is????

"When I die I will love you from my grave" I NEED THIS ON MY FOREHEAD OH MY GOD I LOVE THESE TWO SO SO MUCH

alright I need to get something for my back and my knee (I'm home alone so this will be fun)

OK, I THINK THE NEXT CHP WILL BE ANJALI'S POV I JUST FEEL IT!!! I miss my girl so much I hope she's doing ok. Jaime too...

I'm rereading all of these chapters after chapter 10 because why not. Bye!!

OKAY I AM GLAD YOU LIKED IT BUT I AM ALSO DEEPLY WORRIED ABOUT YOUR HEALTH.

I hope your knee and back feels better soon!

also fuck that teacher yelling something doesn't make people understand it any better ugh dumb piece of shit anyway screw that person.

I hope you get some good rest and recovery from this rollercoaster of a day.

Take care!

#lbaf

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𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝟏𝟒)

omg! this chapter is a bit shorter than most and it’s lowkey a filler kinda sorta i just wanted to show them hanging out together and show their lives

next chapter is gonna be the same format but with a lil spice...

warnings: some smut, fluff an’ sweet domesticity :’)

word count: 6.1k

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

You screamed so loud that Steve poked his head out from the bathroom where he was brushing his teeth to check on you in the living room, where you were cooped up on the couch with your iPad, your eyes glued to the screen.

“You okay?” Steve asked through a mouthful of toothpaste, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

He was pleasantly surprised when you turned to face him and you were positively beaming, baring your glistening teeth in a wide smile, your eyes glittering.

“I keep getting orders!” you exclaimed, referring to your all new clothing store brand that you had in the works earlier that summer. Recently, it had been taking off just how you wanted.

Steve discarded his toothbrush and bounded over to you, making you drop your iPad on the couch as he scooped you up effortlessly, hugging you tight. You squealed with happiness, wrapping your legs around Steve’s waist. He was such a serious guy, it was nice when he made such a grand, intimate gesture like this towards you. He smothered your face and cheeks with kisses, leaving the last smooch on your forehead.

“I’m so happy for you, doll,” he grinned, his eyes glimmering just like yours.

The way Steve’s excitement matched yours just reminded you that he was rooting for you— he was on your side, which felt so rare for you. Steve was a rare treasure in your life, and you still couldn’t wrap your mind around how you’d found him.

You giggled, giddy with excitement,

“I’m so glad I have you to celebrate this with.”

“Who would I be if I wasn’t your hype man?” Steve asked, looking directly into your eyes with a smile on his lips.

“Steve, you are literally my best friend,” you grinned, your heart swelling by how taken aback you were with how deeply he expressed his love. “Now time for me to call my other bestie.”

Steve grinned,

“Does that mean I have to put you down?”

You laughed, rolling your eyes playfully,

“I mean, if you wanna give it away…”

“Noted,” Steve rescinded, setting you down on the floor before him where you returned to your favorite place— right under Steve, with him hovering over you and keeping you safe.

He kissed you sweetly on the lips before leaving you to call Aaliyah on the couch.

“Hey best friend,” she answered the phone with a trill.

“Hi girlie,” you grinned, absolutely shining.

“Ooh, someone’s in a good mood! What happened?!” Aaliyah straightened herself up in her bed, all ears.

“Your girl keeps making sales,” you glanced away from the camera as if it were no big deal to you, only to return with a big grin on your face.

“Okay work!” Aaliyah practically screeched, jumping out of her bed. “Girl, you need to come back soon so we can get drunk drunk. Like, drunk. Just for you.”

“I’ll be back, try not to miss me too much.”

“You seem to be having the time of your life, though, girl. I’m honestly kinda surprised. But like, pleasantly surprised,” Aaliyah commented— if only she knew.

She still thought you were spending your time in New York with family, she didn’t have a clue about Steve. You didn’t want to have to lie to her, but you knew it was the smart decision for now. Besides, it wasn’t like you were ridden with guilt— if anything, Aaliyah would understand your reasoning.

“I know, New York really is where dreams come true,” you noted sarcastically, earning a quiet chuckle from Steve in the kitchen.

“Okay, city girl. Just don’t forget where you came from,” Aaliyah smirked playfully. “For real though, I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, my love. I miss you.”

“Me too, girl.”

“So what have you been up to?”

For a few hours, you and Aaliyah caught up over Facetime. She filled you in on what you’d been missing at home, and how summer and school was going for her, since she was trying to get into med school now. In truth, it wasn’t like there was much to catch up on, since it had only been a week since you’d been apart, you just loved each other that much. You had to hang up when you saw the time, since you had a date with Steve at the museum. You were glad that he seemed to be getting more comfortable taking you to the more public places, even if it meant you both had to be discreet. But that wasn’t hard, you were so comfortable with each other that you didn’t bother much with other people, and others didn’t bother too much with you. You were too preoccupied with each other to even notice much of anything else.

You still didn’t understand how it wasn’t obvious that Steve was Captain America even when he was in his trusty disguise of glasses and a cap, considering how massive he was. You’d even noticed people staring in a mix of wonderment and desire when you were out with him, because he was quite the specimen. You never really got jealous, but you always found yourself gripping his hand tighter when that happened. Of course, he never paid other people much mind.

“You ready?” Steve asked, his back facing you as he heard you come out of the bedroom.

“Think so,” you chimed happily.

Steve turned around at the sound of your voice and immediately felt his heart drop to his stomach. He paused, unsure of what to even say. You were wearing a cream colored silk mini-dress, a gold plated necklace with earrings to match, along with heels. You were positively dazzling, even beyond your outfit— Steve truly thought you looked good all the time, but when you dressed up, you dressed up.

“Wow,” he breathed, truly at a loss for words, his eyes raking up and down your body. He was truly amazed by your presence— just being here made him feel like he was in the presence of a goddess. If you thought you were confused by how you’d won someone like him, you’d be knocked out by Steve’s disbelief.

You felt your cheeks grow warm at the way Steve was silently worshipping you. He looked so innocent, standing there wide-eyed in awe. It was almost as if he hadn’t seen every single part of you, as if you didn’t realize that his eyes were on you almost all the time— well, the latter was true. He never got tired of your beauty. You were truly timeless. But eventually, you laughed, shaking your head and stepping forward and taking his hands in your own.

“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies,” you joked with him, reaching in to kiss his lips.

“You look incredible. When don’t you?” he smiled, looking you up and down once again. He gestured to your neck, furrowing his brows. “Where’d you get that necklace?”

“This one?” you looked down, then back up, shrugging. “Think I made it.”

“Of course you did,” Steve shook his head, chuckling under his breath. “Gorgeous and talented. How could I not guess that?”

“You’re so corny, Steve,” you snorted, pressing your hand against his chest. “I love it.”

He smoothly maneuvered his arm around your waist so you were close to him, leading you out the door.

“Shall we?” he pulled you close to him.

When you got to the museum, you both were glad to see that it wasn’t crowded, but not unnaturally empty. It almost felt like your circumstances were normal, and that felt nice and unique from your usual system. Steve never made it feel like the two of you had to be in hiding, but the illusion that the precautions weren’t so necessary here felt nice. Of course, it was only an illusion.

You were both always careful, but you were too enamoured by one another to let the issue of privacy stress you the way it did before. Steve’s previous anxiety surrounding keeping you both safe and secret had improved so much ever since you actually came around and lit up his life. He almost wished he had realized how much of a good thing this was sooner, then he would’ve had you right next to him ages ago.

The way Steve held your hand when you stepped out the car and all the way into the museum admittedly had you feeling incredibly special. He had you on his arm, but the way you were shining made it so clear that you were one of a kind, in a league of your own. You just happened to complement each other nicely, even perfectly. That was rare for even the closest of couples, so you were eternally grateful. You matched each other like chocolate and vanilla ice cream, explicitly sweet. You weren’t unaware of the eyes on the both of you as you strode through the museum— hell, together, the two of you looked like Greek gods, one beautiful inside and out, the other gracious, hulking, and strong. You might as well have been reincarnations of Aphrodite and Ares.

You had never been in this museum before, it was called MoMa, short for The Museum of Modern Art. Truthfully, you didn’t spend much time in museums back home. You were much more of an outdoors kind of gal, but you enjoyed being in this museum with Steve almost as much as you did day drinking at an outdoor cafe. The museum was undoubtedly fancy and sophisticated, making you feel right at home while you were all dressed up and always, always carrying yourself with poise.

Steve felt lucky just to be standing beside you, and the two of you enjoyed your time together drifting through the museum, fixating on one work of art from the next, taking your time and staying close together.

“Isn’t that you?” Steve joked, pointing to a marble statue of a beautiful woman who actually did look a bit like you.

“You’re too charming,” you snickered, squeezing his side.

He reached over and kissed your forehead,

“I know a work of art when I see it.”

You pushed your head up so you could reach his lips, pressing a kiss on his mouth, closing your eyes and shutting out the dim light of the museum for just a second, so you could get lost in him. When you opened your eyes, you and Steve made direct eye contact, gazing in each other’s eyes as if you were the only two in the room. Steve almost seemed to stand completely still, lost in the way your eyes glimmered like the water you spent so much time around back home. You knew you had him right where you wanted, and you gave his arm a squeeze as you bit down on your lip, hiding an impish smile.

“Come on,” you nodded towards the exit, gripping his hand and making your way towards the exit.

It was almost like you were lugging Steve behind you, the way he was following your lead like a helpless puppy. You had to fight the urge to cackle at how quickly he melted for you, just from a single kiss. Not only was he touch starved, but he was infatuated with you. That made matters even worse. Steve was a man with honorable impulse control, but when it came to you, looking so beautiful, kissing him so soft and sweet just how he liked, “control” was out of the picture. And now that you were leaving, it was clear what you were both getting yourselves into.

You got into the car, eagerly settling into the backseat. Steve, on the other hand, rushed into the driver’s seat and was about to start the car when you asked,

“What are you doing?”

Steve’s head nearly whipped back to look at you, and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“We’re gonna leave, right?”

You just stared at him for a moment, judgment plastered on your face. You blinked,

“It takes like thirty minutes to get home.”

Steve made a face, his eyebrow quirked up in confusion,

“You don’t wanna go home?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile that was tugging at your lips,

“Can you just come to the back?”

He swiftly climbed into the back seat and you chuckled,

“You’re so silly, old man.”

“‘S been a while,” he grunted.

Your eyes flitted up and down his face, and then met his eyes.

“Need you. Now,” was all you said in a voice so quiet that it was like you were telling him a secret.

You made eye contact with Steve once more and he understood, Steve barely even had the chance to speak before you were scrambling on top of him, pressing your lips harshly against his and opening your mouth, Steve following your lead and doing the same, your tongues in each other’s mouths as you kissed. It was less like kissing and more like you were trying to compete to see how long you could hold your breaths, moaning repeatedly into each other’s mouths and only consuming oxygen through heavy pants. It was like you forgot you needed to operate normally, the way you were rubbing frantically against each other and abusing your limited backseat space. Your dress was jammed against your legs because you hadn’t pulled it up properly, and your knees were knocking against the inside of the car.

“I wanna fuck,” you pulled away from his lips, only for him to pout at the lack of contact, resolving to kiss your neck instead, making your skin burn hot on the space where his lips were. You gasped from the unexpected feeling, Steve sucking at all the right spots on your body. He had you all figured out, from the first moment you got intimate with each other. But you didn’t get distracted from your main objective, pushing him away so you could focus, his chest heaving up and down below you. “Right now.”

Steve raised his brows. His face, already a flushed shade of pink from the abundance of physical proximity, darkened to a deep red.

“You… you want me here? Right-right now?”

Your jaw clenched. Just by looking into your eyes, which had darkened like a stormy, grey sky, Steve could see just how serious you were. You were determined you were to get what you wanted, and who was he to get in the way of your needs? Of course, he wasn’t quite thinking logically, but there wasn’t enough room for logic when you were smothering him like this in the car, no matter how spacious it was.

You nodded almost solemnly. You were like a cat in heat right now. If a switch had turned on in Steve earlier, then right now, a big red button was being pressed inside of you, only it meant “go.”

“Yes. Please don’t make me wait, daddy,” you purred, putting on your best angel face, and something stirred deep inside of Steve when you called him that, when you looked at him like that.

His voice went soft and he nearly cooed at you,

“‘M not gonna make you wait… it’s just…”

“No one’s gonna see us,” you leaned in to kiss him again, and pulled away before he could deepen the kiss the way he wanted to, leaving him to pull desperately at your waist. “We’re parked far away from everyone else, see? And it-it’s dark!”

Steve smirked at your frenzied reply, consisting of one excuse after the other,

“You really need this right now, hmm?”

“Don’t get cocky. You need this more than I do,” you bit back snarkily, grinding against his very apparent erection, which throbbed against your center. You bit down on your lip, failing to conceal a devious smirk. “See?”

“Yeah, I-I see,” Steve groaned, glancing down at where your bodies met in the middle, wishing you would take your dress off now. He regained his composure to ask you this one question. “Why so sudden?”

You growled, eager to get past the niceties of fucking,

“Because. Now shut up so I can do my job.”

“Oh wow,” Steve chuckled, raising his brows like he was impressed. “You’re very dedicated to-”

You weren’t kidding.

“Stop talking,” you said, putting your hand over his mouth.

He looked up at you, all the amusement drained from his eyes, replaced by desire and awe. He felt inclined to listen to you, amazed by the new side of you that was coming out all of the sudden. It wasn’t like he always dominated you, and it was obvious that you had Steve wrapped around your finger. But this… this was different.

You kissed him furiously, grinding against him with expertise, making him arch his hips up just to meet you halfway, but you weren’t letting him give in to the pleasure fully yet. You didn’t have time to waste, and yet you had all the time in the world.

You let the tip of your tongue slide against his, then your tongue trailed against his open lips, making him let out a low pitched groan, his eyes half lidded at the soft but prominent sensation. You wanted to make this quick, but every part of you was savoring the moment. It had been a while since you’d done anything so thrilling in public, even if you were sure no one could see you.

Steve’s hand snaked its way up your dress, wasting no time. It took him a minute to catch on in the beginning, but now that he had, he was right where you needed him to be. He went to push your underwear to the side and the look on his face was priceless when he realized you weren’t wearing any. He was pleased that you were even more accessible, but at the same time he was shocked. He hadn’t been expecting it.

“You aren’t wearing anything under that?” he asked breathlessly, his fingers circling your clit immediately, the pad of another finger dipping into your slit with ease because you were already soaking. “Fuck, you’re already wet.”

He started pumping a finger in and out of you, hitting a perfect spot and brushing up against your walls just right. You moaned and rode his fingers, hips thrusting up in the air as you threw your head back.

“Baby,” you panted after some time. “Take your pants off.”

You watched as he hurried to follow your commands, his pants and boxers pooling at his knees as he sat there with his dick erect against his stomach, both of you hot and restless. You practically lunged forward, grinding against him while he worked to unzip your dress, pulling it over your head. The whole event was a mess of clothes being flung everywhere, your bodies knocking into each other and the car seats. It was a blur, really, and you remember crying out when you first sunk onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and taking him smoothly, slowly, as he watched you with his mouth dropped in an o shape and his eyes glazed over.

“Fuck,” you whined, taking his length. It was one thing to be beneath him, it was another thing to be on top and be stretched out like never before. It was like a completely different feel and a completely different angle, and still perfect nonetheless. “You feel so good baby, look at me.”

You forced Steve to look up at you, perking his chin up with your finger. He was shuddering, his thighs shaking each time you sunk down onto him. You were practically riding him into submission, and the thought made you smirk.

“You like this?” you cooed. “You like when I ride you?”

He nodded quickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed.

“Say it,” you demanded, inching your hand up his chest and settling your palm around his throat.

His hips bucked up inadvertently, and he groaned,

“Y-yes baby, I could fuck you like this forever.”

“Yeah, I bet you could,” you crooned, letting your finger trail along his face, your nail tickling his cheek.

As you got used to taking him, you began to ride him like a pro, the movement of your hips syncing with his effortlessly, bouncing up and down and grinding on him all at once. No matter what you did, the feeling was unbeatable for the both of you, and you couldn’t get enough. On top of that, you had clearly taken charge tonight. Steve was enamoured by you, goddess that you were, and he wanted you on top a lot more now.

Granted, it was the first time, but he only wished it could’ve happened sooner, because then he could cherish this feeling earlier. You took the lead with such ease, because you knew what you were doing and that was clear. Your sex appeal radiated off of you without you even having to try, and your confidence was just the cherry on top. Steve could tell you were enjoying yourself, shamelessly eating up his submission. You were being greedy, reckless. He wanted more and more.

Your movements were graceful and easy, your back arched to get that crucial spot for the two of you, arms wrapped lazily around his neck as you rode him like the perfect wave. He obeyed immediately when you told him to keep his previously wandering hands on your waist, watching in amazement as you led him, the captain.

You lowered your head down to his, pressing your forehead against his as you began to moan, and he could tell you were about to come by the way you squeezed around him. When you did, it was like an explosion. You nearly screamed into his ear, but instead bit down on his neck, leaving a bite that was sure to bruise. You kept riding him while you were coming, anyway, telling him to come with you and triggering his own orgasm, letting him fill you up with his cum. For a while, the two of you just sat there, Steve still inside of you, his head knocking against your chest, while you wrapped your arms around him.

❊

“I’m putting a looot of trust into you right now, you know that?” you pulled your shirt off, stretching your arms up above your head.

Steve laughed, shaking his head,

“No pressure.”

“I’m absolutely joking,” you leaned forward to give him a kiss while cupping his face, lingering at his lips for a few seconds with a soft smile before you pulled away. “I know it’ll turn out amazing. But I can’t stay still for too long.”

“It won’t take more than an hour, I promise,” Steve put his pinky out in front of him and you rolled your eyes before interlacing your pinky with his.

“As long as I’m with you, I don’t mind.”

“Okay. Your bra is real pretty, but that has to go, too,” Steve said, gesturing to your pink lace bra.

“Can you take it off me, please?” you smiled innocently, but Steve just stared you down.

“If I do that, you’re gonna try to distract me,” he stood his ground, and you chortled, cupping his face in your hands as you leaned forward,

“Steve, I would never. I understand the importance of the artist’s process. Here, I’ll even turn around.”

You turned so your back was facing Steve, your shoulders relaxing when you felt his big hands brushing against your skin, undoing your bra. You felt his bare hands roam up the expanse of your back and rolled your shoulders back into the all encompassing touch.

“Just trying to understand my canvas,” Steve muttered, his broad hands cupping your shoulders like he was giving you a massage.

You sighed, rolling back your neck until you could see a glimpse of him, a slight smile on your face. You crossed your arms over your chest to cover your breasts, making an X shape with your arms.

“I’m sure,” you replied, and he lurched forward to plant a kiss on your lips before leaning back, gesturing for you to lie down.

You lay down on your front side, your back fully exposed to Steve. Rays of light splashed against your back and shone in Steve’s softened face. You could hear him cleaning his paintbrushes in the mason jar of water that was balancing on the bed sheets, the brush clanking against the rim of the jar and the water sloshing around with the bristles. Your days with Steve were growing more and more intimate as the time passed on.

Steve had finally given in to your pleas that he draw more, but he took it a step further and decided he would paint instead, using you as a canvas. Steve caught on fast, and you loved that about him. Whatever you wanted to do, he was down, and he would go that extra mile because he wanted to, not because he didn’t feel like he had an option.

You tapped your feet against the bed sheets to the rhythm of the Jhene Aiko song playing in the background, and grinned to yourself when you heard Steve humming along. You put him onto so much that he didn’t even realize the things he was picking up from you along the way.

“Alright,” Steve grinned in satisfaction, dipping his brush into the selection of paints on his easel. “You ready?”

You gave him a thumbs up, giddy with excitement. Steve had to gently touch your ankles to remind you to stop shaking, and you uttered a giggly apology while he shook his head playfully.

“Never had such a difficult canvas,” Steve straddled the back of your legs as you lay still below him.

“Shut up,” you chuckled, cutting yourself off with a gasp when you felt the cool paint against your back. “Shit, that’s cold as fuck!”

“Language,” Steve smirked, and you barked a bitter laugh.

“This is coming from the man who was describing the ways he wanted to deflower my body in obscene depth this morning,” you clapped back at him, and he opened his mouth to reply, only to recede with a resigning sigh. Noting his silence, you simpered. “I win.”

“Just remember I am the one with total control over your body right now. One misstroke and this painting goes from Mona Lisa quality to absolute shit,” Steve reminded you, waving a finger in the air.

“Mona Lisa? Someone thinks real highly of themselves,” you poked fun at him as he continued to layer paint on your back to create a light blue base. “Besides, paint washes off.”

“I’ll lock you out of the bathroom,” Steve sniggered, much too pleased with himself for your liking. You swatted at him with a reprimanding hand and he dodged it. “Alright, alright. I won’t mess it up on purpose, I promise.”

“You better not,” you murmured, already sinking into sleep. You couldn’t help it. You were tired from being worn out this morning, because Steve did do everything to your body that he said he would do, namely fucking the daylights out of you. And, Steve painting on your back was oddly therapeutic in a way, and the brush against your back felt like feathers from a pillow, lulling you to sleep. So, you fell asleep as the sound of the music playing faded away.

You woke up to the sound of Steve’s deep voice in your ear, telling you to wake up so he could take pictures of you.

Your eyes trickled open slowly and you looked up at Steve who was laying on his side next to you, positively beaming. You smiled sleepily, the fog from your sleep starting to clear from the light Steve was emanating. His face was so close up, you couldn’t help but brush your nose against his and give him a butterfly kiss before kissing his nose with your lips.

“I finished,” Steve grinned in celebration, and in that moment you were sure you’d never seen him look so happy, except for when you stepped off the private jet and into his life.

“Baby,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and got up gingerly, so as not to mess up the masterpiece that was still drying on your back. “Lemme see.”

Steve got up quickly and dragged the full body mirror towards you, standing behind it and holding it up, a proud smile glued to his face. You couldn’t help but giggle at how satisfied he looked with the results, and your heart swelled to see him so happy and actually doing some personal hobbies outside of work. You were glad you were with him, and you were glad that meant he got a break from the hustle of his everyday life. This break wouldn’t last forever, but at least he was getting one. He didn’t often do things that he actually liked to do, he was so worked up. When he was with you, he was free to do whatever, and you actually pushed him to do the things he enjoyed.

You turned so your back faced the mirror, and craned your neck to see the work of art. It was a divine myriad of colors on your glowing skin, a light blue sky as the base, a painting of the sun and moon on top. The moon and sun each had eyes, a nose, and a mouth, and the moon was hugging the sun, covering its right eye. He had drawn swirly clouds and glinting stars all around to truly bedazzle the piece. You couldn’t stop smiling, it was truly beautiful and probably the most intimate thing you’d ever done with someone.

“Steve, you’re literally amazing at this. I’m serious,” you prodded him when he shook his head in embarrassment. “I mean look, you know it’s amazing, you’re so proud of yourself! And you should be.”

You scrambled over to him, tugging at the camera that was hanging by a strap around his neck,

“C’mon. Take pictures of it!”

“Yeah, just—” Steve cocked his head to the side, trailing off, and you realized immediately that he was distracted by your bare upper torso.

You shook your head, laughing to yourself, and stood up on your knees to pose for him.

“You can take some just for yourself, too,” you winked.

❊

You woke up to the feeling of Steve stroking your face with his thumb and kissing the top of your head ever so gently, the room dark except for the fuzzy light blue glare of the TV screen a few feet away. You snuggled into his chest, already laid up on top of him, both your bodies stretched out on the cozy couch.

You sighed sleepily and blinked up at him. He was fixated on the TV, halfway through the first Deathly Hallows movie. You’d fallen asleep somewhere towards the end of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, so you were quite pleasantly surprised that Steve let you lay on him for so long, and that he continued watching the movies. His blue eyes were unmoving, glued to the screen and thoroughly engaged in the story. You smiled below him and poked his chest, making him glance down at you with an unassuming “hmm?” sound.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“A long time,” Steve smooched your forehead, then your nose, and then your lips, suffocating you with his kisses. “How are you feeling?”

“Not as sleepy. We stayed up way too late last night,” you reminded him, and he shrugged.

“At least I’m almost finished,” he said, referring to the Harry Potter movies that you had stayed up late last night to continue.

“We gotta figure out your Hogwarts house,” you squinted up at him, making the calculations in your head. “I think you’re a Gryffindor. I am too.”

“Gryffindor, Hufflepuff… it’s all the same, isn’t it?” Steve sighed, and you gasped, sitting up on his lap and looking at him, appalled,

“Steve! Have you learned nothing from the past seven movies?”

He cackled, shaking his head,

“I’m kidding. I think so too, doll.”

You pushed his chest with a dramatic pout,

“Nevermind, asshole, you’re definitely a Slytherin.”

“Hey, I don’t wanna be a bad guy!”

“Boo fucking hoo,” you droned. “You get to be a hero all the goddamn time, take your Slytherin house placement and go. Also, you clearly haven’t been paying attention! Not all Slytherins are bad.”

“I’ll take being an Avenger over being a Slytherin any day,” Steve noted casually, and you couldn’t help but grin at the side note. You positioned yourself on his lap so you were straddling him and he put his hands around your waist almost reflexively.

“Yeah?”

“Of course,” Steve insisted. “My job is tough but, someone’s gotta do it.”

“You ever wish you weren’t like this? I mean… if you’d known things would turn out the way they did…”

You bit your lip in anticipation as you waited for Steve’s answer, because he was taking a while to think about it. You hoped you weren’t pushing a boundary here by asking this question, but Steve knew you had good intentions, and you knew him long enough to know that he wouldn’t be afraid to answer you.

He finally found it in him to give you a cohesive answer. He truly had to think, because it wasn’t a feeling he could quite put into words. People thought Steve was this stonelike, serious guy, but he was mainly just pensive. He was still the same Steve he’d always been, even before the serum, even before he became a figure of fame. Now, people just happened to take him a whole lot more seriously. People admired him. But all the while, he was still grieving, still trying to figure out his footing in this world. Now that he was with you, the process was going along much smoother.

He clasped your hands, bringing your interlaced fingers to his lips,

“I’ve been through a lot. And it’s hard for me to face things head on sometimes, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I have to admit, though, it really has been nice just… being unseen. Just for a few days, being unknown by the world. Under the radar, I guess. I get to just be Steve, not Captain. And don’t get me wrong, I’d never complain about my responsibilities. I’m just a private person. I’m not in this for the fame and the attention. That’s the only thing I’d ever change. I just want to do what’s right. I don’t need the praise.”

You nodded, completely understanding. Whenever you and Steve had these deep conversations, you were glad, because you really both listened to each other. You said exactly what was on your minds without fearing judgment. You had kind of expected that to be Steve’s answer, the way he cherished his privacy and didn’t seem to care much for the frills attached to his honorable job.

Notoriety wasn’t Steve’s goal, in fact he figured he’d be better off without it. He was grateful for his work, but he didn’t need the fans and worship that came with it. You could honestly never grow tired of Steve talking about himself— his past, his present, his job, his fears. He hardly talked about himself anyway, he was always engulfed in one thing or another. You liked pulling things out of him, not because you wanted to be intrusive, but because you knew it’d be good for him. Besides, how would you get along if you didn’t truly know each other?

As he spoke, you nodded, taking in each and every word. You let your fingernails lightly scratch his face, trailing along his perfect superhuman skin, lulling him without even realizing it.

“I get that. You could be Steve Rogers and just save lives, and live just how you want to.”

“Yeah,” Steve smiled, gazing up into your eyes, the movie long forgotten in the background. He placed his hands on your hips as if to keep you in place where you were, locking you in like you belonged here and here only. “What about you? Would you change anything?”

You cocked your head with a small smile. You hadn’t been expecting him to ask about you, and it honestly wasn’t something you thought of quite a lot. Maybe if you were still hurting, you’d say yes. But, because your whole life had brought you to this point, here with him and happy with yourself, you couldn’t.

You shook your head, biting down on your lip, your smile expanding,

“No. I wouldn’t. I’m actually kind of content now. Healing’s a long process, but it’s worth it. And I’m with you, so it’s all worth it.”

Steve’s eyes glimmered when you said that, and his fingers dung deeper into your hips.

“Think this is probably the happiest I’ve ever been,” Steve said, and god, he didn’t know how much that meant to you.

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HITMAN 3: First Impressions

This post is full of SPOILERS. Also, it is LONG, so.... yeah. Be prepared lol

HITMAN 3. Also known as: Diana’s Game.

Dear GOD I am in love.

I’m going to do my best to make this coherent. But. I am still freaking out. And I have SO much more to explore!!!! This won’t be very in-depth because I played each map exactly once so far. There’s so much left to see, conversations to overhear, opportunities to exploit - but, I DO have some first impressions, oh hell yes.

Menu:

That menu music!!! I was not expecting that at all. It was a mix of choral and classical with previous themes intertwined, and it reminded me of Blood Money. Speaking of Blood Money, this game is Blood Money.

Dubai:

Very, very beautiful. Kinda thought Grey made it all about himself lol of course he wanted to say “in your face” to the partners, but it was like 47 was just there to pull the trigger, like he’d not been hurt by them too. But, I really liked it. Trapping them in a room and watching them freak while Grey watched me kill them?? Helloo??? Popping off HARD from the start and I love it.

So - here’s the thing. I don’t get the timing. Diana tells them then that Edwards escaped. Did he escape just before the boys got to Dubai? Or were they unavailable to reach until then? It seems that the message Grey got at the end of HAVEN was after Olivia hacked the HAVEN servers, and then the boys were out of reach so after Diana discovered Edwards was gone, she couldn’t tell them until Dubai? And it was shown to us in a different order to leave us hanging? I dunno. Maybe? It seems weird.

THE CUTSCENE here omg - once again establishing that 47 and Diana are ride or die. “Diana will make it right, she always does” - BABE. BABE. SWEET BOY. His little face when Grey doesn’t trust Diana. OMGGG.

Dartmoor:

I went the murder mystery route, of course. I figured it was Emma from her conversation with her husband, but I got all the clues after just to be sure. Can’t believe Carlisle just handed 47 the file on Edwards and then went out alone on the balcony like I wasn’t gonna kill her??? Bitch????? do you forget who i am?????? Anyway, the murder mystery was SO much fun, but I can’t wait to infiltrate this manor in other ways. Lots of Beldingford vibes here.

THE CUTSCENE bdsfgafhlsjfah WAHT????? Ok so HOW did Edwards know where they were? And - ok, so it made for an amazing scene, but Grey is a badass. He is a mercenary genius that duped the ICA and brought Providence to its knees. How did he get himself surrounded in the woods by CICADA? But he did, and it was beautiful, and he literally only shot himself to save 47, and the LOOK in 47′s eyes on his balaclava face - I just bfjKSFasad. I can’t believe he died so early tho. I was very sure he’d die somehow, but SO early. WOW.

Berlin:

fucking hell. Berlin. fuck. fucckkkk.

I wanna shout out to Mini (not gonna tag you in case you’re avoiding spoilers) but hot damn girl if you’re reading you were BANG ON about 47 wearing Grey’s coat. I really didn’t think it was his. It was. It is such a beautiful way for 47 to express his emotions about this death without actually saying anything. Omg. It was perfection. I’m crying thinking about it.

BERLIN was where this game really upped its... game. Like WOW. 5 targets, and it’s the ICA. Clearly Edwards went to the ICA board at this stage and was like uhhhh so you need to take these ppl out. HOWEVER I am amazed that the ICA is like “oh, ok”. DO you not remember what happened in SOUTH DAKOTA.

But going after the ICA is a fucking trip and I love it. I love how 47 says each agent’s name to himself. I love how he listens in and the team handler realises it. I love how she pulls the rest of her team out once you get 5. I love that the ICA agents use disguises too!!! This is truly APEX PREDATOR and I love that they named it that. Y’all think you have the balls to go up against 47??? bitch?????

But the fact that you have to find the targets and none of them are marked is so fantastic. I found 6, but I have no idea how many are actually available - but I’m gonna find out!!! The club is HUGE as well, and lots of throwbacks to Contracts, especially with the biker gang. Amazing. Amazing level. I’m so excited to replay it.

Also they really addressed the elephant in the room with the ICA agents describing 47 as a caucasian male, bald, average height and ppl being like uh that’s every man here, and then he said yeah but he’s got this big tattoo lmao

Chongqing

ok this is where I started to think this game was my fanfiction. Inside the ICA? Showing off how truly international it is, and high tech. Hidden in plain sight. Ready to dismantle in 12 hours if needed. SO perfect. This lore builds on Absolution and Blood Money ICA lore in wonderful ways.

Also, I don’t know why the IOI and DK of the logo looked different in the trailer, they must have been just hard to make out. Cos in the game, the ICA logo is the same as all previous games.

Also, analysts do client vetting? Intrigue. Always assumed that was part of the handlers’ job. I take it all back Diana, you have never done anything wrong in your life, ever

I killed Royce by firing the ppl she recommended so she’d get trapped in the data core cleaning. I killed Hush (what a name I love it) as his patient.

Working with Olivia is really fun. I missed Diana, but Olivia brought a whole fresh perspective. I also really like how neither Grey nor Olivia are as good as Diana - they both fucked up while guiding 47 at least once.

47 saying “...I will leave you to prepare” to Olivia, I yelled fdagsfa

Also I love how 47 decided to expose the ICA exactly like Diana did in Absolution. Those two. One of a kind. My heart. And his desire to protect her. I love that the files showed their start together. Olivia saying “I can see why you...” and then she stopped herself. We all KNOW what she was gonna say.

AND AND AND AND

the cutscene - I screamed

“47 has one weakness. Me.”

I swear to fucking GOD, IO has seen into my soul. I’ve said all along that Diana is 47′s weakness, and he is hers. But to hear it said, aloud, by my girl? WHAT???!!!!!

Mendoza

Ok. OK. OKKKKKK. OK. I can’t even write about this one. This was where I was pretty sure I was hallucinating the entire level. This is my Diana and 47 dreams come true. This is insane. This is EVERYTHING.

So we have OUR MOMENT IN THE SUN. She puts her HAND on HIS HAND and he looks in fucking wonderment at it. ahugarhiewEG;FEJGHEFlejlhsgfes;gjrsgt. I can’t. I can barely get through writing about this.

Diana - the dress, the Jolie thigh slit, the jewellery, the hair (they finally fixed her fucking hair), SASS. “I have tango fever” omg.

How do these ppl not have a pic of 47 by now lol

I followed Diana and Vidal around cos I was entranced by my girl. Diana was fucking amazing each time. So much sass. Little did I know I interrupted them enough times for Vidal to say “ok son let’s talk”. I saw the tango and I was like omg imagine if I could dance with Diana.

well.

WELL.

Anyway, got to kill Vidal via her own setup for me, and that was amazing. I wasn’t expecting it at all. I snuck into the house to kill Yates, and overheard him calling Edwards’ voicemail. Also, it is April 2021?? So, yeah. My previous dates were way wrong lol.

And then, ALL MY DREAMS CAME TRUE. Diana and 47 fucking dancing the tango? I was pissed that I was in a security guard outfit, next time I play he will be in his tuxedo baby.

Diana’s comments to 47 when he’s in disguise tho, I was freaking. As security “you look like a true professional. I feel so much safer with you gentlemen around” aaahhhh

UH HE FELL TO THE GROUND COS OF POISON fngjfagfljgnsdfa

I am so glad I was right about my baby girl tho. She even told him “you didn’t have a choice” about her parents. Good. I’m so glad I was right about that. But omg it broke my heart to have 47 so, SO, SOOO sure of Diana all along, defending her to Grey and Olivia, knowing, KNOWING that she was on his side, and then, he eventually started to doubt it.

I was screaming at my screen - this is BLOOD MONEY! SHe is doing what she did in BLOOD MONEY!!!!

But, for a second, 47 wasn’t sure anymore. And Diana played her part well.

Carpathian Mountains

Ok, what I love most about Contracts was how it gave us an insight into 47′s psyche, and this game upped that tenfold. Him seeing all his targets surround him? Him imagining Diana and the Constant dancing together? Him imagining her say terrible things about him, things he’s thought about himself deep down, always, omg, but he finally snapped out of it. Ironic that thinking about Grey snapped him out of it, when in life Grey had not trusted Diana. But 47 came to the realisation on his own. Diana would never betray him.

opening that door and finding out you’re on a fucking train?????? I screamed.

I am a bit disappointed that it turned out Romania wasn’t significant, they just happened to be passing through. But omg the fact that you are “subject 47″ again. I freaked. This is 47′s worst nightmare.

I love that you have a free pass to kill everyone in this level. I did it in stealth anyway, cos it felt wonderfully tense to sneak through that train. But wow. This is another BIG risk that IO took. The train was straight out of Uncharted, and crafting a silencer for your pistol??? Hello The Last of Us????? But I don’t care. They used those elements super well.

I think some people will be angry at this game because parts of it (especially the last level) were a departure from how HITMAN and HITMAN 2 worked. But I love it. I love that they took risks to tell the story they wanted to tell, and those risks paid off.

47′s undying loyalty to Diana, omg. Telling Edwards bye bitch, I’ll never forget who I am again, and Diana thinks you suck. <3<3<3<3<3

ENDING

OH MY GOD. ONE YEAR LATER????? 47 obviously took some time off cos he fucking needed a break. But he’s back, baby. Ending on “it’s good to be back” was wonderful. The game ended where the 2015 trailer for HITMAN started, and I’m crying. He’s ready to continue with Diana, and not because it’s what he was made to do, not because he doesn’t know what else to do, but finally, because he CHOOSES to do that.

But one year later? What does that mean? Has Diana rebuilt the ICA like in Blood Money, or will she and 47 work together without anyone else? They’ll need the infrastructure that an organisation like the ICA has though. Diana said she would dismantle Providence from the top down once Edwards was gone, but how? Does that mean dismantling what’s left of the ICA? They were one and the same by the end of the game. All that didn’t just disappear. I’m left with so many questions.

I was disappointed Diana wasn’t in the cabin when 47 got there. And I wonder why she wasn’t. She knew he was coming, but they are clearly still on good terms. Maybe she wasn’t sure what to expect. But does that mean they hadn’t spoken in a year since??? But she didn’t sound surprised to hear him, and he had coordinates that he was following, so I think they arranged to meet. But her phone was in there when he arrived, and she wasn’t. Maybe he was tracking her phone? Did she come back there to him after?????

BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT

the game

ended

with 47

smiling

And for that I will be forever grateful.

Ok bye, I need to play it again. RIP work tomorrow lol

#hitman 3 first impressions #hitman3spoilers

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letskidnapsenpai · 3 years

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me again!! may i request the fluff prompts “did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?” and “you’re really warm” (if i can request more than one?) with kaminari please?❤️❤️

Of course, one fluffy drabble for my Pikachu boi! 💫💖 I think my dialogues are catastrophic, but we'll ignore that. 💖 I'm not going to lie, I don't have a clue about American christmas and what they eat, soo I'll go with tradition in my country, sorry 💖

Denki Kaminari, known as hero Chargerbolt, he's energetic, friendly, crack head, huge gamer, your best friend and person you're in love with. You've known him since elementary school and he was your buddy in everything. You went to UA together and after graduation you started working at the sams hero agency, you were always together so nobody can blame you for falling for him.

You didn't have exactly great relationship with your family so you were with Denki on Christmas, who was kind enough to spend them with you rather then with his family. You went into city to buy some remaining gifts for your friends since you weren't able to go buy them earlier due to your laziness.

After few hours of choosing gifts for the whole Bakusquad, you were finally done. For Bakugo you got plush toy of Pomeranian with Katsuki written on it, for Mina you got beautiful bracelet with charms that resembled everybody in your friend group, for Kirishima you got photo album with pictures of you all together and for Sero you got merch of his favourite band. You had gift for Denki already few weeks, it was really hard to get, but you knew he's gonna love it.

You walked to the shopping center since it was sunny when you got there and you wanted to take a walk, but since it was already getting dark now, it was really cold outside and the fact that it started raining didn't help it a little bit, you weren't dressed enough for that. You were both freezing and drenched by the time you got to Denki's apartment.

You quickly changed into some dry clothes and since you didn't had any, Denki gave you his sweatpants and hoodie, which both smelled and felt amazing and comfy. You laid at the couch, covered in blankets and watched TV, but you still weren't warm. You shifted closer to Denki in hope of getting warmer and it actually worked. „Y/n? What are you doing?" Danki asked you, confused by your actions. „I'm still cold and you're really warm." You snuggled even closer, laying your head on his chest while hugging his waist. „Ehh, okay then?" He turned his face away to hide the blush that crept on his face. You didn't respond as his warmth slowly lulled you into sleep.

You woke up alone, but you knew where Denki was by the loud clanks of dishes and oh no's coming from kitchen. After few minutes of property waking you you made your way to kitchen. You saw Denki with pan in one hand, fork in the other and what was onece probably fish meat everywhere. You couldn't stop yourself from laughing which led to Denki getting startled and dropping everything. „Do you want some help?" Denki rolled his eyes at your teasing tone, but accepted your help anyways. You sent him to prepare the table in the living room, while you try to save remains of the fish that fell victim to Denki's horrible cooking skills.

When you finished and served the food into plates, it was time to eat. You were both starving so it disappeared in few minutes. „It was really good"„Because you weren't in the kitchen" You teased him despite the blush evident on your face from his compliment.

Now to the best part you both couldn't wait for, gifts. You both sat under the tree with your gifts for each other behind your back. „I'll go first!" Denki couldn't even keep still from how excited he was. He handed you small, poorly wrapped gift. After trying to not laugh at how bad at wrapping gifts he is, you finally opened the small box. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. Inside was silver necklace with pedant shapped like lightning littered with yellow diamonds. When you turned it around, today's date was written on it. You looked at Denki confused. „Thank you so much Denks, but why today's date?" „I actually want to tell you something" He looked down nervously.„Go ahead then" You didn't knew what to expect so you were little bit scared. He took hold of your both hands and looked into your eyes. „Y/n... From the moment I met you I saw something different in you, from the way you weren't scared to stand up to anybody to the way you always protected everybody around you and I knew I had to know you. We became best friends and you we're there for me always when I needed you, you always looked after me when I short circuited and soon I fell in love with you... " you listened with held breath as he confessed his feelings for you " do you want to be my girlfriend?" He almost whispered the last sentence, but you clearly heard him. You sitted stunned for few seconds before you jumped at him, pushing him onto his back with you on top if him. He didn't had time to ask you what you're doing before you pressed your lips on his. After coming to his senses, Denki kissed you back and his hands settled on your hips, keeping you close. Your hands drifted into his hair, tugging slightly which made Denki softly moan into your mouth.

After you ran out of breath, you slowly pulled away, staring at each other. „I love you too and I'll love to become your Pika girl" You smiled at him and he smiled back. „Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?" He said, love lacing his tone. „Yes, right now" You couldn't restrain yourself from teasing him which led to him pushing you off his lap.

„Now I want to receive my gift" Denki got excited again, sparks in his eyes. You handed him the small envelope. As soon as he got his hands on it, he tore it open and yelled out omg when he saw it. „Tickets to my favorite band? And meet and greet? I love you! " He leapt to you and it was you who laid in floor this time. He may act like puppy sometimes, but you won't trade him for anything.

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tinlizziedlinwa · 3 years

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Developing Sexuality, Discovering Kinks, a Spinal Injury, and Barely Beginning to Explore the Edges of the LGBTQ+ Community

Howdy, y’all. I’m just gonna put this out there - If it’s not for you, just keep on a’scrollin’!

Now, I’ve not really explicitly spoken about my sexuality and how it’s evolved over my almost five decades of life. So, I’m about to start, and believe me, your patience and kindness will be appreciated. If you choose to be a close-minded, conservative, cis-asshole then I strongly suggest you leave right the fuck now. Thank you :-)

If you want to get to know me a little bit more and talk of incontinence and sexuality doesn’t scare you, please continue!

Decade 01: Around four years old, I have my first memories of things related to my as yet totally undeveloped sexuality. No history of physical abuse - Don’t worry about that. It was finding my mother’s menstrual pads. I saw pictures of them in underwear, so I took one and put it into mine. It felt so right and so amazing! I don’t really know how to describe it, but it felt like I needed the whole package of them in my underwear all at once! I got in trouble for using up a package that my mom needed and I didn’t understand why she needed them yet. But I made my first “diaper” out of pads and tighty-whities when I was only four years old. Since I’m gonna be using a lot of numbers, I’m gonna cheat and sacrifice the “proper way” of spelling them out if they’re ten or less.

At 5, I knew I wasn’t built right. I had this thing I peed through that girls didn’t have. Boys had them. But I wasn’t supposed to be a boy! I didn’t like it and hated the feeling of it touching my legs (still do...). I started asking questions about things. Now, my parents are the stereotypical Boomers, “trapped” in a loveless marriage by dependent children and their own sense of “honor.” Dad was a Medical Corpsman who became a Physician’s Assistant (PA) after retiring, while Mom used to be a Wave (nurse) in the Navy, but became a stay-at-home Mom when she started having children. I’ve 2 brothers and 1 sister, the last of them born 10 years before me. So, when I questioned things, Dad’s response was usually to hand me a medical book and tell me to look it up. Mom’s response was usually, “go ask your father.” So, there I was, a 5-year old with a head full of partially-understood terminology (at best!) and a bunch of clinical photography in anatomy and physiology books. At least I learned the purely physical differences between boys and girls and why I was one and not the other. This made me mad. So. Very. Mad. I cried a lot for a while, finding out that I would never become what I feel I was supposed to be. But I kept reading....

When I was 6 years old, I wrote a letter to my parents explaining how I felt about my body and how it made me feel inside and how I wished I could change and be the girl I’m supposed to be and would they be ok with helping me do this some day?

It was not received well. Not well at all. I’ve spent the last 40 years trying to get over their reaction to it and I still hate them for their reactions with a passion. I feel like I was truly shattered, and the glue I’ve had to use over the years to put myself back together has never been the right type and pieces of me keep falling apart.

Entering Decade 02 (10 to 20 years old): Puberty, damn it! None of my “researches” had even hinted at ways to stop it, and my body started changing in ways that made me very uncomfortable, but there was also this attraction I kept feeling towards some people, and I started getting erections. Now, I knew what was happening and yes, it did feel good to play with myself, but it also felt wrong in that I should have someone entering me, not me entering them, so when I masturbated that’s what I dreamed of - being entered and feeling them expand inside me, them giving themselves up in me, losing control and exploding into me and feeling their satisfaction as my own at having been so desirable. Cockwarming them gently back to hardness and having my own way with their body as their hands stroked my breasts and hips.... Eventually I would orgasm in real life, while dreaming my dream.

I have never had a blow-job. Several girlfriends have attempted, but honestly that’s like the fastest way to shut me down. It instantly kills my dream between one heart-beat and the next, causing me to feel absolutely horrible about myself and this carcass I’m trapped in. I should be going down on you, tasting, caressing, nuzzling and lapping up your wetness as I get more and more achy and wet for you.... Sticking my dick in your mouth is absolutely the worst thing that can happen during any attempt at sexy-times for me. I’d rather have diarrhea on a crowded school-bus.

The problem was, I had been emotionally terrorized by my parents (and now I know how they controlled my access to information...) and the area I grew up in was populated by fairly conservative folks, so I had no exposure to other ways of living and had no idea I could express my sexuality in any way other than by being masculine with it. Ergo, I was very much in the closet, hiding my thoughts and feelings as best I knew how, and retreated from situations that might expose my inner workings. Hence, I’m an introvert who overshares o.0 Start unstacking the bricks from my walls and Watch Out! You might get more than you bargained for :-\

Decade 03 (20 to 30 years old): I was just positive I didn’t want kids. Also had no clue what to do with myself, so I landed in Alaska for about a decade. Isolated, small town, conservative folks (a church on every corner, attended at least twice a week). Repressive. No sex for 8 of those 10 years. Met my (now ex-) wife up there. Internet actually got off the ground and we bought a computer, modem, and had an AOL account! This was around 2002′ish or so. Yeah, I watched the twin towers fall on a tv in a bar in Alaska. But while in Fairbanks, I discovered the old Usenet Newsgroups... and that led me straight back into my diaper-fetish which I’d almost forgotten about... omg, seeing those first photos... I can’t describe the feelings that burned in me.

Decade 04 (30 to 40 years old): Left Alaska and moved to western Washington State. Worked as a Medical Assistant for about 5 years, then re-invented myself as a welder when I got a Federal job. Learning a whole new trade wasn’t easy. Shittons of practice later I was good at it and loving my career, until a toolbag fell on my head in 2008. It could have killed me had I been in any other position. As it was, it hit the top of my head while my spine was almost perfectly straight up’n’down, causing a couple of discs in my neck to blow out. One completely ruptured and the other bulged so badly it could never heal and restricted my movement (couldn’t look up or pull my chin in). To this day I still have a smallish “shadow” on my cervical spinal nerve where the disc exploded and a “dent” where the next one down bulged out. The doctors think that’s why I’m incontinent and really struggle to get hard-ons anymore.

Here’s the rub: I’ve hated this body of mine forever. I’m not supposed to get hard-ons in the first place! I’m supposed to have breasts, hips, hair, a flat front and a curvy bottom, and you should be making passes at me, not vice versa!

So, rather than pursue medical (surgical) options to deal with the urinary and occasional fecal incontinence, I choose to wear diapers and give myself regular enemas. This way I can kinda (mostly) control the #2 and keep it from happening in public, while I can let my bladder just run on it’s built-in autopilot (which is really random, btw). Wearing diapers also helps me with tucking! I can pull the dick out, pop the balls up inside where they belong, tuck the dick as far back as I can and put my diaper on tight. Bingo! A flat front! And a bit of a poofy bottom! YES!!

Decade 05 (40 to 47′ish years old): I’m beginning to feel slightly more confident in my sexuality, though I’m still not comfortable actually trying to seek out anyone special... but yeah - I’m an introvert by nature. Probably need to get adopted by someone because I’m not sure I’ll ever really be brave enough to really reach out first.... But now I’m able to afford nice diapers, I’m buying women’s jeans/pants/sweaters/onesies, and I’m feeling so much better about myself when I’m able to dress up. Keeping my chest and legs shaved helps, too. When I look down and see long, course, curly body-hair... ugh. Hair in the armpits and groin is what’s normal. Chest hair? Get it off! Looking at myself in the mirror, I still hate many aspects of my physical self, but when I’m freshly shaved, diapered and wearing women’s jeans and a lovely pink sweatshirt or just lounging around in a cute diaper and huge sweater, I’m much more able to ignore the things I don’t like.

Lately, as I’ve begun exploring my sexuality a little more, I’ve discovered the joys of dildos. Lemmie tell you what, guys. A traditional male orgasm doesn’t hold a candle to what I’ve felt while playing with a good dildo. After a good, thorough clean-out in the shower (I have a shower-attachment with multiple nozzles and use the long black rubber one), I’ve used a dildo that’s got a bit of a bend near the tip - it’s shaped like a real penis, normal size (not humongous), with a bit of a crook near the glans. By holding the balls & suction cup in hand, it can be inserted and moved in-n-out at that perfect angle to stimulate *all* the right spots inside... I can honestly say I’ve peed, cum, and blew that dildo across the room as my knees hit the floor and I forgot my name during the best, most intense, can’t-walk-for-a-minute whole-body orgasms I’ve ever experienced in my life. The area between the anus and scrotum feels so very hot and heavy, like it’s going to burst, it’s not truly painful but almost close? - It’s an amazingly satisfying feeling. I’d love to hear from you girls out there... Are my orgasms anything similar to yours?

Some day, my dream is to meet someone who can understand me, who can feel where I’m coming from, who can love me even when I’m having difficulty loving myself. Someone who is kind to my broken soul, and who’s idea of a hot date may involve a stop at the adult toy store!

Edited on 01OCT2021: I’m not looking for a Mommy or a Domme. I’m an adult with adult responsibilities and concerns. I’m looking for a partner who’s also fairly self-sufficient. I own my own home, work full time, and being an introvert I need lots of alone time. Someone who’s open and accepting of the fact that I’m diapered 24/7/365 and am perfectly capable of changing myself. And she’ll understand that I don’t just wanna get her out of her jeans for sexy-times, but I also wanna try them on.

Edited again on 02OCT2021: As I’ve just begun actually exploring my sexuality, I’m starting to think I seem to fit into the “enby” grouping (even as I don’t like being stuffed into a box, I find myself doing just that, to myself! Damn categories...). I don’t know all the lingo yet and it feels like the terminology is a living thing that is always changing. Even though I’ve always found women to be super attractive, and I also really enjoy wearing women’s clothes and have dreamed of being a woman for decades, every once in a blue moon a guy really turns me on. I’ve got fantasies about going down on her while he enters me, his hands on my hips pulling me in as he gently thrusts, speeding up slowly as I’m getting wetter, he’s sliding in and out of me faster and faster and I’m lapping up her juices, buried in her scent, the orgasm in all of us building until we simultaneously explode. Then, once we all have our breath back, each of us gently diapers one another. The idea of feeling my diaper sticking to my bum as his seed dribbles out of me is really turning me on again right now! Hearing our crinkles as we move, cuddling in a contented pile, patting bottoms all around.

Am I a “bottom?” Is there such a thing as an independent “bottom”? More research is needed!

#tinlizziedl #Info about me #30Sep2021 #personal #Sexuality

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the-velveteen-victorian · 3 years

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Elle can you explain what goth is? Google is really inconsistent and I’m having such a difficult time understanding it. When did you find out you were goth?

Definitely! This is a long response just so you are prepared. =) Goth is a music-based subculture. You are correct… Google is not a good resource for discovering what goth is. Unfortunately, a lot of “goth” guide books aren’t either (I know one of them features a lot of emo bands?). First off, let’s just get out of the way what goth is not. Goth is not emo or metal. Avenged Sevenfold, My Chemical Romance, and Pantera are not goth. Goth is not white supremacy. Yes, those of us with naturally pale skin sometimes strive to keep our skin tones light, but goth is a home to people of all skin/hair/eye colors. Anyone who says you can only be a pale, white person is disgusting. Goth is not associated with any religion, philosophy, political inclination, or specific belief system. There are Christian, Hindu, Atheist, New Age, Shinto, Muslim, Republican, Democrat, Green Party, pineapple on pizza, no pineapple on pizza goths. You get my point. =)

Wearing goth fashion does not make someone goth, no matter how great the outfit may be. I (and most goths, elder and younger) define goth as someone who has an intense interest and passion for goth music. That’s it. Sure, most of us will gravitate toward darker aesthetics and like to wear the fashion when we can, but it is absolutely NOT a requirement. That is what google gets so wrong. One of the goth ladies I know spends 80% of her time in scrubs. She loves her job as a nurse practitioner and she has to have a more conservative look while she is working. She can’t wear the fashion more often than a couple times a month. She listens to goth music every day and is super knowledgeable about it. Is she goth? Yes. Conversely, I know a lot of teenagers who are trying to figure out who they are (which is TOTALLY FINE). They actually do a really great job of diy-ing goth looks, but they do not listen to goth music at all. Most of them listen to metal, emo, or country music. Do I consider them goth? No. But I do not judge them for it. Music is about what speaks to you and goth is in no way superior to any other musical taste.

With the rise of “pastel goth” and fashion trends on tumblr/social media, I think a lot of people get misled. This is why it is so important to have some level of contact with the actual goth community. Covid showed us that it is possible to do this online! We can attend online goth nights, get the set lists and analyze goth club music trends from our homes, and have zoom dance sessions! I really love the flexibility and versatility that the pandemic revealed to the goth community… because a lot of goths don’t live in cities with a big goth scene.

How did I discover I was goth? By beautiful accident. =) I was 15, and I struggled to have any level of autonomy or self-expression at all. I grew up in a conservative family (Christian/religious) cult. That rabbit hole runs deep and is a separate story for another time. The point is that I had very limited contact with the outside world apart from my private school, church, and Christian-group violin lessons. However! I received a nano ipod from an extended family member for Christmas one year. I copied a bunch of CD’s from Christian acquaintances at my church and filled the ipod up with the generic contemporary Christian and overstimulating broadway musicals endemic to the culture around me… it was all I had. Then, one day I discovered a goth band. I had no idea they were a goth band. I was obsessed with their sound. I can’t remember which platform I found them on, but I remember I did not have a video with it… so I’m thinking I was on the itunes store. I had chills and for the first time every something felt “right” in the music world for me.

Goth music begets more goth music… Itunes recommended other bands like the one I had found. I only had the money to buy a few albums over the course of a year, but I would retitle the songs and albums as Christian or Disney compilations so that my parents would never suspect what I was listening to (they regularly went through my ipod to make sure I wasn’t listening to anything worldly). One day, I was listening to some of my goth music with another confirmed atheist at my private Christian school and he was like, “OMG I had no idea you were a goth!” I was super confused and was all like, “No, I’m not. I don’t even know what that is…” This guy was a metalhead, but he had a ton of goth friends and he gave me my first thorough education on everything goth. I was 15 at the time, and it was not until nearly 4 years later that I would escape my family and truly come to integrate in the goth community.

Long story short, I started out with the music with no clue about the fashion. I think I was very fortunate in that because it gave me time to develop my musical preferences and tastes without feeling pressured to fit into a tiny little box. Later, when I was free, I did develop a goth wardrobe and (of course) decorated my house in a dark romantic/Victorian style…. But I never felt like those things were vital to who I was as a goth. I’m really thankful for that.

Please understand, that I do not want to erase the incredible goth fashion magicians out there or diminish the hard work someone may put into their personal look or aesthetic. The goth aesthetic is the heartbeat behind the unparalleled, transcendent feeling I have in a goth club or just in my own bedroom. It definitely adds to the experience. All I am saying is that those things alone do not a goth make. I also grew up obsessed with (gothic) Victorian literature... it took me awhile to put 2 and 2 together for that one too lol.

My controversial opinion here is that I do believe that some level of gatekeeping is necessary to keeping goth alive today. Unfortunately, it is an endangered species as subcultures go… this is not because there are not any goths. It is because the mainstream has appropriated it and defined it as fashion ONLY, which then confuses people who go to the surface level of the internet to get answers… which then creates a whole following that erases what goth truly is.

However, I need to explain that when most people refer to gatekeeping, they are talking about bullying. I am defining gatekeeping as providing a definition for the heart of the goth movement and sticking to it. Bullying is never acceptable. Ever. The example I employ a lot utilizes musical genre as an example. Let’s say you put on a Carnifex t-shirt and wear it a lot. But…. You don’t listen to metal because it just is not your sound. You don’t talk to other people about metal music, seek out the aesthetic, have more than 2 songs on your phone with metal music, or (want) to attend metal events. Are you a metalhead? No, of course not. But are you inferior to metalheads because you choose to listen to classical and hip-hop music? No, of course not. Another example: Let’s say you don’t like coffee. You don’t regularly drink it, read about it, or have an interest in it. Are you a coffee enthusiast? No, of course not. Are you inferior to those who do drink coffee? No, of course not. But it would be ridiculous to feel pressured to fit the mold of a coffee enthusiast, right?

It is never wrong to define what something is and to stick to your guns on it as long as you do not cross over into elitist territory, thinking you are better than everyone else. That is the point I want to get across here. Goth fashion does own my heart, but I also sometimes dress in dark academia, cottagecore, dark mori, and even in 80’s retrofuturistic styles when the mood strikes me. It does not change my involvement in the goth community or erase my love for goth music.

Lastly, a question I get a lot (and I have addressed this in previous posts) is, “I am obsessed with goth music… I have a wide knowledge base that I have spent great amounts of time developing and it is my life… but I also like Lil Peep, Lady Gaga, ‘gothic’ metal, and Lana Del Rey. Am I still goth?” The answer is YES. Of course you are! Loving goth music and being obsessed doesn’t mean you can’t like other things. Anyone in the goth community who tells you have to ONLY listen to goth music is full of crap. Eighty percent of my ipod is goth music… I am lucky to have thousands of songs. (And by the way, if you cannot afford a lot of goth music, you are not less goth than the rest of us. Listening for free is just as valid.) The other twenty percent is classical and synthwave/cybersynth/retrowave/darkly inclined/spacewave/video game sountrack/cyberpunk-inspired stuff. Am I any less of a goth for also being obsessed with the retrowave community or for listening to bands that are darkly inclined but not quite goth? No, of course not. Also, you can be darkly inclined without being goth, and that is just as beautiful. =) My husband is darkly inclined and likes some goth music, but he is more involved in the horror community. He is no less valid and freaking awesome than I am.

I hope this makes sense! This is a subject I feel passionate about. Just to recap, the pillars of fashion, gothic literature, and general aesthetics are valid in the goth scene and contribute greatly to the structural integrity of the whole. However, the soul of goth is in the music. I have hearing loss myself and have a couple of friends who are completely deaf who also agree that the music is the soul of goth. The way they engage is by reading the lyrics and even going to goth clubs when they can to dance and feel the beat. =) I think that is beautiful and so amazing. Hearing disabilities do not disqualify you from the goth scene- anyone who says they do is garbage.

Here are a couple of videos explaining a bit about what goth music actually is. Let me know if you would like more resources! Angela Benedict did a video where she answered the question, “Can you be goth and not like the music?” Her answer is also no. She is a great youtuber to watch because she was there for the 90’s goth scene! It is so fun to hear her stories and learn about the elder goth generations. <3

Goth music is not just goth rock… there are SOOOOO many subgenres under the massive umbrella that is goth. It is a big universe to explore. =) If you would like a list of some of my favorite goth bands AND goth adjacent bands, then I can do a separate post for that- just ask! Thank you for tolerating my info-dumping. =) <3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKDo_j0O-hA&t=116s – Accumortis on goth music

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGj3CuAeW1w – Angela Benedict on goth music

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zg3HwuFlGeU&t=587s – Angela Benedict on defining goth

#whatisgoth #gothmusic #angelabenedict #accumortis #gothfashion

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photolover82 · 4 years

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The Masked Singer Season 4 Episode 1: Group A Baby, Premiere Time! Guesses & Commentary

Hello my fellow Masked Singer peeps!! It’s that time, I’ve been waiting for this for so long and I can’t wait for this season, it’s looking super promising I’m so excited! So I am going to try to do these every Friday (since I watch The Masked Singer on Hulu the day after it comes out, which is Thursdays)... so stay tuned. This season, there have been 2 huge changes, the lack of audience (they were digitally edited in which I am not a big fan of) and the Golden Ear Trophy (where the judges put their first impression guesses and the judge(s) who got them correct get a point so we’re going to be talking about that too... I’m gonna call the segment Golden Ear Time every time someone gets eliminated)... alright so here we have Group A:

First and foremost we have the first eliminated contestant of the season who was:

*DRUMROLL PLEASE*

The Dragon

Ok, so I kinda saw this coming (both who it was & that he was going to get eliminated), I’m kind of bummed out about it being so soon but everybody was so great that it was super hard to say that I wanted one to be gone.

Ok let’s first talk about his performance like always (if you haven’t seen my recaps before, 1st welcome! I’m Ana, nice to meet you... 2nd my format starts with the eliminated contestant and first I commentate on their performance, reveal them, and do clues how they match/the judges’ guesses now with the Golden Ear thing and then I do the same for the remaining contestants, the clues & commentary): I am not gonna lie, I enjoyed the dragon even though he was one of my least favorite performances (I am not the biggest rap fan, it’s not my least favorite genre by any means, but it’s just not my cup of tea even though this performance was fun af, like you could tell this was a real rapper... we’ll get to that later tho). He was awesome, it is a shame he went home so soon ngl.

Anyways, let’s look at who the Dragon was revealed to be, shall we? Ahh it’s good to be back typing that: 😄

*DRUMROLL PLEASE*

Busta Rhymes!!!!

So, I’m kind of shook and proud of myself because I legit heard a sneak peak of like 20 seconds of him rapping and I got it instantly even though I only know Busta Rhymes in passing by songs he’s featured in with other artists. Ok, let’s look at the clues, shall we?

Clues:

“Dressing up in outrageous costumes isn’t new to me”= known for crazy costumes

A lot of gold= gold records

Weights= has a love of weightlifting

Now it’s time for *fanfare* Golden Ear Trophy Time (and also a little bit of making fun of the judges... aka only Ken this time because this is kind of ridiculous)

Nichole & Robin each got 1 point with their guess of Busta Rhymes... yay!! They got it! 🥳

Ken: this wasn’t his 1st impression guess but his final guess legit makes me want to roast the crap out of him... Michael Phelps (like look at that performance and don’t tell me that you think that guess is actually a good one... like not even close 🤨)

Alright, now that that’s out of the way, let’s now talk about the remaining 4 contestants:

1. The Sun

Performance: She was amazing, like one of my favorites from this episode. Her rendition of Because I Love You by Lizzo was gorgeous, she has a beautiful voice and she’s such a star man, I really do believe that she will go very far.

As for my guess, I really do have believe it is singer songwriter...

LEANN RIMES

I think this because of the following clues:

Mickey Mouse shape= Disney= LeAnn Rimes sang multiple times for Disney, especially the song that appears during the fireworks show at Disneyland and had a Disney Channel special back in the day.

Fell into a deep depression= was sought into treatment in 2012 and is very open about her mental health going down after being a child star

Judges’ Guesses

Jenny: Demi Lovato (not a bad guess, a lot of people agreed with this... I just don’t feel like the tone matches up)

Ken: Madonna (say what now? That doesn’t even sound close to Madonna, but whatever Ken is Ken... what else is to expect?)

2. Popcorn

Performance: She was great, I can tell she is a legendary singer. I had high expectations because this is like my favorite costume of the whole season, and I was a little bit let down not gonna lie. She sang “What about us” by Pink and I didn’t really love the song choice if I’m honest. Hopefully, she’ll do better, since I really want her to advance really far.

As for my guess, I am not 100% sure, but my closest guess is legendary singer...

TINA TURNER

I think this because of the following clues:

Mickey Mouse shape= Disney= LeAnn Rimes sang multiple times for Disney, especially the song that appears during the fireworks show at Disneyland and had a Disney Channel special back in the day.

Built a career around love= idk about this

Proud Merry Go Round= ik too obvious but I really can’t think of anyone else especially due to the voice

Judges’ Guesses

Jenny: Tina Turner (my guess exactly... I am still not 100% sure)

Nicole: Mary J. Blige (that’s pretty good but I’m not sure)

Ken: Carole Baskin (wtf Ken? Please Masked Singer never have her on this show, I’ve had enough with her on DWTS)

3. Giraffe

Performance: He was great and it was fun to watch, but I feel like he could do better. If it's who I think it is, I know he could do better than that first performance of Let’s Get it Started by The Black Eyed Peas.

As for my guess, I have a feeling it could be Broadway legend, Hamilton superstar...

DAVEED DIGGS?

I honestly don’t know about it based on the clues:

He says music is in his blood

Was the butt of jokes but now he’s like super successful = this one sounds kind of probable but the clues are too general

Judges’ Guesses

Robin: Vanilla Ice (I also heard this a lot online... maybe but the clues make no sense with Vanilla Ice)

Jenny: Travis Barker (maybe... not a bad guess)

4. Snow Owls

Performance: Oh my god the first pair ever, how fun! I hope they keep doing this more in future seasons! They were literally my favorite of the night! Their rendition of “Say Something” was so stunning, I was shocked.

As for my guess, I really do have believe it is sibling duo...

JULIANNE & DEREK HOUGH

I think this because of the following clues:

Family reunion, haven’t done anything together in a while= they used to work together a lot and now they have been pretty separate with her doing her singing stuff and him on World of Dance and Dancing With The Stars (if he’s on this too, damn he’s on all the channels haha)

Christmas clues= they just did a Christmas show together in 2019 and came out with christmas music

He’s a prankster= Derek really is one, just look at his TikTok haha

Also they sang this exact song together in one of their tours back in 2017 and it sounds really similar, here’s the clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NhC9dkmliTM

Judges’ Guesses

Jenny & Nicole: Donny & Marie Osmond (I mean Donny was already the peacock on season 1, I doubt that he’ll be back)

Ken: Eugene Levy and Catherine O Hara (they’re not really related so idk how it makes sense but not a bad guess.. I genuinely think it has to be a brother and sister duo)

Anyways, that’s all for today woohoo! See you guys next week, omg it’s great to be back! I am so excited for what’s to come, time for a rollercoaster of a season. Bye everybody! 👋🏼

#busta rhymes #dragonmask #the masked singer #the masked singer season 4

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silver-wield · 4 years

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Hi this is not Cloti related but do you have an analysis on Cloud's relationship with Jessie? Particularly during chapter 4 after the bike mini-game? Cloud looks worried

Sorry this took a while, Nonny, I get a bit done in from life lol

So Cloud and Jessie, the girl who absolutely has no issue throwing herself at our boi. It's pretty good for him because at least he gets used to girls being all over him and helps him make his mind up just who he wants to show attention to #cough# Tifa #cough#

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven’t played – do I still need to do this? Eh ok, (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it’s gonna be smol.

Also, this is one person’s interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that’s cool and we’ll agree to disagree.

You’re also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I’m grabbing them from Youtube and it’s frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Please check my master post to see if I've already covered your question, thanx

Let's mosey!

Recap time!

Chapter four and our reluctant hero has been roped into help the avalanche trio go topside. Problem is they missed the last train and have to take their bikes instead. Cue a few problems with security and a meeting with the master of extra, Roche. Once that's out of the way, Jessie rewards Cloud depending on your expertise.

This scene has 3 optional endings.

Quick aside, I find it hilarious that Cloud literally tells Jessie to shut up and get off the bike when she starts annoying him during the minigame.

Ok, ending one. The bad ending where Jessie's beyond disappointed with you. These are hard to pick apart because a lot of Cloud's attention is on the road, so the usual microexpressions are even harder to catch.

But look what I caught anyway! Check that brow quirking like “excuse you?” and it's accurate because he says he's a great driver in the next moment. I really love going over these scenes and spotting all these because they build such a clearer picture of Cloud is as a person. And clearly boi doesn't like his driving ability being questioned, especially seeing how Jessie didn't do squat to help him, aside from being annoying lol

Well, Cloud does seem a bit worried here if the frown is anything to go by. I'm guessing it's because this is the bad ending and as much as he's not into Jessie, he doesn't like people having a bad impression of him. He doesn't like the idea that he's not thought of as the big badass capable merc in all ways, so this could well be hints of that self-doubt coming through.

Although, after watching the other two endings, this is the only time we see this typical cycle of expressions he does before concluding something. This is what I like to call a real!Cloud inner debate. Cloud often goes through a lot of quick expressions or his eyes dart around. Since they can’t do that here, we get the former. Judging from the frown at the end, he’s not impressed with his own performance and likely berating himself for not being good enough. Again. Someone call a therapist for Cloud, plz.

And moving onto the second ending, which you get if you did ok on the minigame. These are making me wonder which one's canon. I don't think it's the kiss and actually, it may well be the bad one since that's where we get the most facial expression and close ups from Cloud compared to the others where we see the back of his head or a mid range view.

For this scene we only get one close up of Cloud's face and it's pretty much SOLDIER!Cloud and then the next time he speaks you can't even see his face. This is the kind of thing that hints to me which optional scene is the one we're supposed to be getting for Cloud's narrative story (and that I actually forgot about for my playthrough as Cloud lol I got the middle one because I kinda suck at fighting Roche, but I try).

Yeah, so a lot of sighing from Cloud at Jessie, the annoyed kind. I mean, we know she kinda irritates him, but he likes her too, just not in a romantic way. You also don't see his reaction to her “I might be falling after all” line and only hear him say “hmm?” Then when his face is next in frame it's full on SOLDIER, so there's really nothing to pick apart.

And now the good ending where you get a kiss from Jessie! Ooh lala!!

CLOUD'S FACE HERE! OMG I'M DYING! He's such a boi in a man sometimes! Adorable af! Definitely never even had a kiss on the cheek before in his life and look at the ott reaction to it!

WAIT! Wait! I've seen that face before somewhere!

YES OMG I'M DYING! It's the same reaction as the one to Aerith's best dress! OMG!

I'm sorry, I genuinely need a minute....

Ok, so...looool ok....I can be sensible here....maybe loool erm, the unrealistic expression on Cloud's face shows that it's unlikely this is the outcome that happened. But, on the other hand if the red dress happened then so did this kiss, so choose your poison lol

omg I love the devs for this! I really do! This is hilarious! I can’t even look at these two pics without laughing!

Ok, sensible. Kinda.

And last one where Cloud looks grim af as usual, but with a hint of “what do I do about this?” because Jessie kissed him and he's not interested and he has no clue what to do with women and likely wants to reject her, but still doesn't know what to do with women, so you can see the dilemma he's in lol

It doesn't help when Jessie tries calling him out on it and he has this tiny frown in response. His attention is split between trying to talk to her and driving, so it's no wonder he's not that talkative and abrupt. If I wanted to speculate I'd say if he actually had an interest in her as more than friends he'd have tried harder. He had his little chat with Marle already, so he's not opposed to putting himself out if he wants to. He doesn't here, but he's still trying to concentrate, so that could explain the lack of attention, but still, Jessie kissed him and he got scowly.

Conclusion.

Well, I for one didn't remember there were 3 of these endings – each with their own remix of Jessie's theme, just like another 3 optional scenes with a remixed theme lol the parallels are killing me!

The music for each should also hint at which one is the narrative canon – I'm useless with music analysis so bear with me. The first one does sound like it fits with the other girls' themes, so very simple, easy to listen to in the background and memorable in its way. The second is louder and has more techno notes in, making it seem less like a background piece and more in your face. The last one has vocalists and is a full on pop song! No way is that right lol

For two of the three of these we don't really get much in the way of Cloud's face. It could be put down to him driving, but we get a couple of very good close ups on the bad one with varied expressions, one of which definitely goes towards his personal motivation to be thought of as a hero. Having people point out his faults would cause that kind of reaction.

The second result really doesn't have much in the way of facial expression and Cloud's voice is brisk because he's driving, so I can't really say much about it one way or the other. It’s the one I get the most when I’m playing and it’s kinda blah. Like your standard minigame pass screen. That probably didn’t help.

The last one is hilarious! That's such an exaggerated expression! Do people really believe Cloud pulls that kind of pikachu face on the regular?! I legit needed to stop because I couldn't stop laughing! That's not Cloud or real!Cloud, that's just bloody funny! Also, Cloud doesn't seem too impressed by the result if that last minute frown is any indication. He doesn't want Jessie kissing him, even though it's probably the first time any girl has kissed him – poor sweet summer child lol

If I had to make a guess at the narrative canon I'd say number one, because we know for a fact that Cloud hasn't been driving for years. Boi gets motion sickness ffs! And when did he ever drive a motorcycle? I'd definitely buy that being one of the first times he's ever driven, which would explain why he did so poorly and why he has multiple varied expressions in that result.

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An Unbreakable Bond Ch. 10

FINALLY, here is Chapter ten. I know I have been so slow posting new chapters lately. My life has been... *lays head on desk* it’s been overwhelming. lol I’m going to start typing out Chapter 11 today because that is a long chapter too and I AM SO EXCITED to post chapter 11. omg. Here’s a hint: Expect HitsugayaXKarin. Yessssss, i love it. This chapter is different. The talk between Orihime and Rukia was interesting to write, frankly because I had no idea what I was doing. xD

The Chapter is titled after a song called “Start of Time” by Gabrielle Aplin. One of my favorites, lyrics are perfect, her voice is stunning and ugh it is just so good. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don’t own.Bleach. *holds up gallon of Bleach* Other then for this.

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Chapter 10. Start of Time.

Before Rukia has realized it, several days have passed and she now has eight days left before her vacation time is over and she must return back to Soul Society. She tries not to become sad at the thought of having to return soon, and focuses her mind towards happier thoughts.

Brushing her hair in the bathroom after getting dressed, she remembers the last few days; feeling a smile tug at her lips. Her and Ichigo had spent every second together. The day after being reunited with his sisters, they had all went to the beach. Her smile turns into a full blown grin, remembering how she played volleyball with the Kurosaki family on the beach sand. Her, Karin and Yuzu had built sandcastles while Ichigo stretched out on a beach towel laying in the sun while Isshin swam.

She gave a small laugh remembering how at some point Ichigo had managed to sneak up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist before running into the water with her. She had screamed in surprise and ended up hitting him over the head before he dropped her into the water. But she had gotten her revenge when she knocked his feet out from under him and he landed on his butt in the water. His family had watched the scene unfold and laughed at Ichigo's landing.

She set her hair brush down before looking at herself in the mirror. She looked as happy as she felt. She exited the bathroom, her thoughts going back to the last two days. The day after the beach, Ichigo had taken her to a new arcade that had opened up a year prior. He showed her how to play all the games, and was once again shocked to find she was realy good at arcade games too. Afterwards, they had went to dinner, and then ended their day on the roof top looking at the stairs.

Making her way down stairs, she turned on the kitchen light and went to make a pot of coffee. Ichigo had shown her yesterday how to do so. She was the first one up, deciding not to wake Ichigo. His nightmares had gotten better since a few nights prior when he had had the nightmare about Ginjo, but she knew he still needed all the sleep he could get.

Waiting for the coffee to brew, she stood in front of the kitchen sink, looking out the window to see it starting to become daylight out. She was excited for today, they would be meeting back up with their friends again. She really hoped she would get a chance to talk to Orihime alone.

While deep in thought she did not notice Ichigo walk into the kitchen and stand behind her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders before kissing her neck. She smiled before turning her head to look over at him. Her and Ichigo had become even closer since that night they had opened up to one another. They were already so close since they had been reunited, she didn't think it could be possible for them to become even more connected then they already were.

"You're up early, even for you." he teased softly, laying his chin on her shoulder.

"I could say the same for you."

He could hear the smile in her voice before she turned around to face him, laying her forehead against his chest as her arms wrapped around his waist.

"You must be excited to see our friends, again, hmm?" his voice was still teasing, but she didn't mind. She lifted her head up to look at him.

"You know me all to well." she stated before leaning up to give him a short kiss.

"Damn right." he whispered before cupping her face and bringing her lips back to his. Rukia was still not used to how he made her feel. She understood now what the girls in his High School had meant when they said the phrase "butterflies in your stomach". She felt them every time he touched her. She reluctantly pulled away, smirking at his comment before walking past him to get to the coffee pot.

"You never did tell me what we are doing today."

She stated as she poured her coffee and went to make his. She arched an eyebrow as he deliberately ignored her, he had a smirk on his face as she made his coffee.

"You're not going to tell me, are you?" She asked him, trying not to smile. He knew that she hated surprises; but why did he have to be so cute about it?

"Nope." he said proudly, as he gently grabbed his coffee cup from her hands before ruffling her hair with his other hand. She batted his hand away playfully, before grabbing her cup and sitting at the kitchen table beside him.

"Give me a hint at least."

Ichigo tried not to look at her, knowing with that tone of voice she was giving him the puppy dog look which she was way to good at. But he couldn't help but gaze at her, silently cursing himself as he did. He scowled, before a grin broke out on his face, her facial expression just to comical and adorable not to find joy in.

Damn Midget.

"Fine. You're going to need to wear shorts or jeans instead of a sun dress today."

Rukia pouted at that. She liked her sun dresses. Plus that didn't really give her much of a clue to what their destination would be.

"That is a terrible hint, Berry."

She said before taking a sip of her coffee. She pondered over it while Ichigo finished his coffee before getting up to start making breakfast. He opened the fridge and pulled out the cartoon of eggs, all the while hoping Rukia would enjoy later today with their friends.

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After their breakfast they watched a little TV before deciding to get up and get ready for the day. Rukia listened to Ichigo's hint and wore a pair of black jean shorts along with a purple tank top that had the cute Chappy symbol that rested over her heart. Once ready, she exited the bathroom and went downstairs to see Ichigo waiting by the front door in a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt that had the "Nice Vibes" logo in white bold lettering. She took in his appearance, noticing once again how much older he has gotten since they first met when he was fifteen.

"Ready?" he asked her, while putting on his shoes. She nodded her head, slipping on her converse before walking out the door behind him. Wherever they were heading, had to be by train. Rukia had forgotten how packed the trains usually were. She held onto Ichigo's hand as they rode to their destination, standing up since all the seats were taken. She looked out the window to see the city passing them by. She pondered where they could be going, knowing Ichigo she was sure wherever they were going would be fun.

Once they reached their destination, they got off the train and walked a few blocks; Ichigo's hand still holding on to hers. Eventually, they made it to a building where Rukia noticed a sign at the top that said "Rock Gym."

"What is a Rock Gym?" she asked him, confusion evident in her voice. He remained silent, unable to keep the grin off his face. She looked over at him and scowled, she hated when he ignored her questions. Rude.

They entered the building and Rukia noticed their friends not to far away. She waved over to Orihime who was holding Uryuu's hand. Orihime waved back enthusiasticly before skipping over to her two friends; Uryuu practically being dragged behind her. Chad followed behind them, an amused expression on his face.

The two girls hugged before Orihime started jumping up and down in excitement.

"It's good to see you both! I'm so excited, I've wanted to go Rock Climbing for awhile now!" She stated gleefully. Rukia furrowed her eyebrows, still not understanding what this 'Rock Gym' was.

"What is rock climbing?" She asked, looking over to Ichigo and expecting an answer this time. He looked down at her, a deadpan expression on his face.

"It's when you climb rocks, Rukia."

Hearing his answer, she rolled her eyes and scowled again before stomping on his foot. Hard. He gave a yelp, before giving her a heated glare. Orihime couldn't help but laugh as Uryuu snorted and Chad broke out in a grin.

"That's for being a smartass, you fool!"

"Yeah, I guess I deserved that." he muttered, looking at his girlfriend who had her arms now folded and expecting an explanation to what she had asked.

"Okay, so the people here will get us hooked up to wires and a harness, and then we climb. That's pretty much it."

Rukia nodded, becoming excited now that she knew what they would be doing. She would make sure to win against Ichigo. Orihime clapped excitedly, bouncing from foot to foot.

"I won't take the credit for this idea. Uryuu knew Orihime has been wanting to do this for months now and brought the idea up yesterday."

The group of friends watched as Orihime wrapped her arms around her boyfriends neck, thanking him repeatedly as the Quincy turned bright red; refusing to look at any of his friends. They all knew he was not a PDA kind of person, so this was rather amusing to witness.

Once Orihime settled down, they were led to their rock gym, as Orihime and Uryuu were getting set up to go first; since it was two at a time. Ichigo, Rukia and Chad watched as the couple began to climb up the rock wall.

"I'm going to beat you to the top, you know."

Ichigo turned his gaze to his girlfriend, who was smiling teasingly at him. He knew she loved competition, they definitely had that in common.

"Oh, really now?"

"You know it."

The pair watched as Orihime and Uryuu began their way back down to the ground. This would be fun.

"You're so on, Midget."

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Rukia had to admit, this was fun. The first time up, she had won. Ichigo pouted on the way back down. They watched as Chad and Uryuu got set up and climbed next.

"You got lucky, midget."

She snorted, deciding to be silent rather then rub her victory in. He had been almost as fast as her. Apparently over two years of no battling Hollows or enemies, did not take away any of his physical strength. It made her happy to know.

Once Uryuu and Chad had come back down, Orihime and Rukia climbed together. The Shinigami noticed Orihime was also rather fast. She wondered if she had kept training after the war with Aizen.

She suddenly heard laughter from below them and looked down to see Ichigo holding his sides laughing at something... but what, she did not know. Weird. Orihime heard and looked down as well.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Orihime asked curiously.

"Fool, you better not be laughing at me! I will end you!" She shouted down, as he went silent and smiled up at her. Their eye contact made her heart race, which only increased when he broke eye contact with her; trailing his eyes down. The two girls watched as Uryuu then leaned over towards him and said something that made Ichigo's face turn red as he tried to not look at Rukia. Her face grew flushed, realizing what was making him blush.

"I can feel you looking at my ass, Ichigo!"

He face grew bright red at her words, probably very thankful at this point in time that there weren't many people around to hear his Shinigami girlfriend. But that did not stop their friends from laughing at Rukia's comment and Ichigo's obvious embarrassment.

Once the two girls climbed back down, Rukia and Ichigo got set back up. He was still slightly red from her comment, and she couldn't help but smirk over at him before starting to climb. He followed her, before they reached the very top she stopped and he stopped beside her.

"Ichigo, would it hurt if someone fell from this height while attached to these wires?"

He gave her an odd look, wondering what she was exactly thinking. She had a blank expression on her face, and was looking at him with obvious curiosity in her eyes.

"No, the wire would stop you before you hit the ground; and with the harness the quick stop shouldn't hurt. Why do yo-"

He was abruptly cut off when Rukia stuck her foot out and kicked his feet out from under him. He gave a loud yelp as he went down, she watched as the wire caught him a few feet before he were to hit the padding below. He was panting hard as he looked up, giving her an icy glare. Their friends watched on in amusement, Orihime giggling behind her hand.

"What the hell was that for, Midget?!"

Rukia gave him a huge grin before deciding to kick her feet off the rock wall so she could fall back down beside him, her stop looking completely graceful compared to his.

'How the hell did she do that and make it look so easy?!'

She unbuckled her harness, landing on her feet as she walked the few steps needed to be beside Ichigo who was still giving her an irritated look.

"Just felt right." she stated cheerfully before giving him a soft kiss on the lips. His bush returned as he looked away from her while he unbuckled his harness.

"You're lucky you're cute, Kuchiki." he muttered under his breath. She pinched his cheek before turning and walking towards Orihime.

"Orihime and I are going to take a break and get something to drink, you boys have fun!"

"I need girl talk." Rukia said while smiling at her orange haired friend, and with that they headed towards the refreshment counter.

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"How have things been with Ichigo?"

Rukia sipped her soda before looking over at her friend, and muled over her words. The first word that come to Rukia's mind was 'Perfection' But even that didn't seem like a good enough word to use for their new relationship.

"Perfect. Beyond perfect."

Orihime watched intently as Rukia answered her as she looked down at the table with a growing smile on her face. Orihime couldn't help but smile too, reaching a hand over to her friend to squeeze her hand that was resting on the table.

"I knew you would come back, Rukia."

The Shinigami lifted her head up to look back at her friend. Somehow through everything, Orihime had always kept so much faith in Rukia. The more she thought about it, the more it made her emotional. Rukia squeezed her friends hand back before speaking.

"I hate that he had to lose his powers to defeat Aizen. He shouldn't have had to lose such a huge part of himself." Rukia trailed off, turning her gaze to watch Ichigo in the distance.

"After we said goodbye.. not a day went by that I did not think about how to return his powers back. I just wanted him to be happy."

Silence overcame the two girls as they both remembered the day Rukia and Ichigo said goodbye. Orihime took a sip of her drink, watching Rukia's face turn somber.

"Rukia, you made him happy; more then his powers did. It's true, he's always wanted to protect his loved ones. When he met you, you gave him the power to do that. And he began smiling again, like he did when he was just a boy. But half of that was because of the bond you two share. You never saw the way he looked at you back then, Rukia. It was like -"

Rukia watched in amusement as Orihime lifted her hands up in a dramatic motion, fingers spread apart and waved them in a half circular motion. Rukia couldn't hold back the small laugh that escaped her.

"- the sun had finally come back out!"

Orihime beamed at her while Rukia thought over her friends words. How had she never noticed it back then? Her and Ichigo had been so close. They may have bickered a lot but he had been her best friend since the night they met, even if she did not realize it at first. Had she been in denial about him possibly having feelings for her? Had she been in denial about her own feelings for him? She remembered how her heart almost broke in two as she watched him black out and hit the ground after defeating Aizen.

"I was so lonely before I met him. I didn't believe I needed friends or anything outside of being a Shinigami and doing my duty." Rukia places her elbows on the table, putting her chin in her hands, as her gaze goes to ichigo again and she can't hold back her smile.

"But then I met him... and over time it all just started making sense." She continues to smile as she watches him climb the rock wall beside Uryuu. Orihime turns her head to watch the two men climb as well; an they both laugh as Uryuu kicks his right foot out, kicking Ichigo's feet out from under him. They heard Ichigo yelp (which sounded more like a girlish scream) on the way back down.

"WHAT THE HELL URYUU, YOU TOO? YOU GUYS ARE ASSHOLES."

The girls burst into laughter, and laugh even harder when Ichigo gives the Quincy a middle finger who gives him the middle finger back in return. Once calmed down, the girls settle back in their seats in comfortable silence. Until Rukia remembers what she wanted to ask Orihime..

"Orihime, I want to ask you something.. but I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything.. I.. I know you used to have feelings for Ichigo and this is an awkward topic-"

Orihime gave her friend an odd expression, before shaking her head, laying a hand on her friends arm, silently urging her friend to let her speak.

"Rukia, it's true I did have feelings for Ichigo. I thought I loved him. But then I realized I loved the idea of him.. I loved that there was someone out there that cared enough to protect me. I was younger back then and confused."

Rukia listened to Orihime explain, a shocked expression on her face. Rukia had really thought Orihime had been in love with Ichigo at some point in time.

"After the war with Aizen.. it did hurt to see he was hurting. I tried to be there for him, so did the others. But after he had said goodbye to you, I knew I did not love him. I realized I wasn't sad knowing he didn't love me. I was sad that a good friend was hurting. And then when Uryuu and I started hanging out, everything just.."

Orihime leaned her head in her hands, staring off into the distance with a dreamy expression on her face.

"Everything just fell into place. He was always there for me. He went out of his way for me, constantly. Those nights he started coming over when I was having night terrors, he was such a gentleman and would sleep on the floor in my room. If I happened to fall asleep on the sofa he would carry me to bed and tuck me in; and I knew what was happening between us. It's just right."

Rukia watched her friend talk about her relationship and it warmed her heart to know Orihime was so happy. she deserved it more then anyone else she knew. "OH! I'm sorry, this wasn't supposed to be me gushing over Uryuu!" Orihime blinked a few times, looking embarrassed as a blush settled upon her cheeks.

"Don't be sorry, Orihime. You're happy, and I love hearing about it." She said sincerely, smiling at her friend. Orihime smiled back before lifting her drink up.

"So, what did you want to ask me?"

Orihime sipped her drink as she waited for her friend to reply. She was not about to expect the question Rukia was going to ask her.

"Have you and Uryuu been.. intimate?"

Orihime's eyes went wide as she spit out her drink, slapping a hand over her mouth so she didn't hit Rukia in the face. Rukia slightly jumped, not expecting that. Maybe she should have waited to ask...

Rukia quickly grabbed some napkins, handing them to Orihime who quickly wiped her face and the table. She then leaned over the table to Rukia, motioning for her to lean in also.

"Do you mean as intimate as it can get?" Her friend whispers in her ear. Rukia pulls back, stiffling her laugh. She could only nod in response, while feeling her face flush. This was such an awkward topic for her. She watched her friend lean back into her seat, as her face turned red.

"We have. The first time was a few months ago actually."

She spaced out for a moment before shaking her head and bringing herself back to reality. She looked over to Rukia who's face was bright red, looking down at the table. Had they..

"HAVE YOU AN-"

Rukia bolted up, quickly leaning over the table to put a hand over her friends mouth while shaking her head no. Orihime mumbles some incoherent words behind her friends hand before Rukia slowly takes her hand away and sits back down. She sighed, not knowing where to begin with this.

"The night I came back.. and after we had confessed to one another and talked about everything.. we probably could have if we let it get to that point. But I think we both know we may not exactly be ready for that. I don't want to rush it.. but I remember how we've been apart for over two years. I never thought we would get this chance. I still have to return to Soul Society soon, I still have to do my duty. But I want to share everything with him.."

Rukia trailed off, her hands folded in her lap; trying not to dig her nails into her skin. The topic made her anxious and confused. Their bond was strong and unbreakable, and she knew he knew that too. She wondered if it would even be rushing it if it were to happen.

"I think you both will know when the right time will be. I was scared at first too. Uryuu was my first. I wasn't scared of it happening, just scared that I wouldn't know when would be the right time for it to happen. Then it happened, and afterwards I wondered why I even worried to begin with."

Orihime grinned at her friend who was deep in thought thinking over her words. Maybe it would be best to just let things happen and not worry about it. Rukia gave her friend a grateful smile.

"Thank you, Orihime."

The two friends sat in comfortable silence while they finished their drinks, once done they got up and headed back to the group.

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Rukia could barely keep her eyes open. Rock climbing had been fun, but tiring. She enjoyed being able to lay down and not do anything. She had spent over two years helping Ukitake run their division and training; she forgot what relaxation felt like. After doing something along the lines of a physical work out for the first time in days, her body was tired and she was excited to curl up in Ichigo's bed and sleep.

They had come home afterwards, and ate dinner with his family. They had watched some TV with his family after dinner until she started falling asleep. Ichigo had gently woken her up, choosing to throw her over his shoulder and carry her up the stairs. She yelled at him in annoyance before she gave up and waited for him to set her on the bed. Afterwards, she changed as he got ready for bed in the bathroom.

Once he was done and re entered his bedroom, Rukia was under the blankets laying on her side; facing him. She had her eyes closed, waiting for him to get into bed next to her. She felt the bed shift and him slide into bed under the blankets next to her. When she opened her violet eyes, she saw him laying on his side facing her; his brown eyes looking back at her.

"Thank you for today."

"Stop thanking me for things, it's weird."

She scoffed at his comment; lifting her hand up to smack him on the arm but he caught her small wrist in his hand.

"Heh, too slow."

"I will push you off this bed again."

"I'll take you down with me."

She couldn't help but laugh at his witty retort. She had missed this, all of it. She did not know what she did in her life to deserve him, only knew that she couldn't imagine ever having to say goodbye to him again. The thought of it hurt her to the point of tears.

"What's wrong, Rukia?"

She blinked then, noticing he had let go of her wrist and was giving her a very concerned look. Her eyes stung, and she took a shaky sigh, trying to keep her emotions at bay.

"I'm still not used to this." She whispered, softly laying a hand on his arm. She met his gaze and watched as his eyes grew soft.

"I'm not used to someone loving me like this."

Her walls came down again but it did not frighten her. She knew he understood. The look on his face said it all. He lifted his arm to gently take her hand in his, holding it between them. He leaned down, kissing a fingertip before looking back up at her. Her breath caught in her throat, heart racing. Would she ever get used to the way he looked at her?

"Does it scare you?" he asked her in a small voice, a voice Ichigo rarely used. He settled their joined hands closer to him, his lips staying on the back of her hand. He waited patiently for her reply, as she gained the courage to say what was on her mind.

"No. I'm only scared of losing you again."

She did not expect to see the smile that overcame his face, as he let go of her hand to reach and stroke her cheek. The was room silent as he brought himself closer to her, so close she could feel his breath mingle with hers as he gave her that same look from the night she returned.

"Rukia, you never lost me to begin with."

Before she could reply back, his lips were on hers. She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, and kissed him back. His arms went around her as he deepens their kiss before pulling away to bury his face in her neck. She felt his breath on her neck before he kissed her shoulder, his arms tightening around her waist.

"Where do we go from here, Ichigo?"

Her question was a whisper, afraid to even ask. He knew she didn't want to leave his side again.

She knew he had a life here and she couldn't take that away from him. He slowly pulled away from her, their eyes meeting.

"I don't know. But I do know you're stuck with me. I'm not going anywhere." She figured he would say something along those lines. She reached her hand out to lay over the front of his shirt, feeling his heart race under her fingertips.

"I know we haven't discussed about possibly telling Soul Society, or if we even should. Because we don't know what could happen."

His gaze returned back to her violet eyes as she spoke. He knew this was a topic they needed to talk about. He gave a small sigh, slightly squeezing her waist where his hand rested.

"You know I'll kick anyone's ass who tries to break us apart. Remember the last time they took you away from me?" She snorted, poking a finger into his chest as he smirked beside her.

"I distinctly remember you destroying half of the Seireite, so yes." her voice sounded witty, a coy smile on her face.

"You are a war hero, after all."

Rukia pondered over that. Would it really be that bad if they found out she was in a relationship with the man that defeated Aizen and saved worlds? The man who was willing to give up his life to save everyone else?

"I'm also a Shiba. Aren't they a noble clan?"

She looked up at him then, seeing the thoughtful expression on his face. Her eyes widened with the realization. How could she forget about that important fact? He had noble blood in him. Technically, if he lived in Soul Society with her, their relationship couldn't be frowned upon considering she was also part of a noble clan, even if it was through adoption. She was still a Kuchiki, therefor still a Noble.

"What?"

He watched as Rukia's eyes widened after he brought up the fact that he is a Shiba. He raised an eyebrow once she moved to sit up beside him. She was still deep in thought.

'He is still living, they may not accept the relationship until he passes on. Which hopefully will not be for many more decades..'

It hurt her heart to think that, but she knew she did not want to take this life away from him. Then again she knew that was not her decision to make, that choice would always be his. But in the end, he would be with her by her side. That was more then enough for her.

"Rukia, what is it?" he sat up next to her, leaning his head down to look at her lost in thought. He watched as she grinned as she met his gaze.

"I do not know if they would still accept our relationship with you still alive, even though you are a Shiba. But I am part of a Noble clan too. They could not completely be against our relationship once you have passed on to Soul Society. That's a long way off.. but it's a start."

With that said she reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers together before leaning into him. He couldn't help but smile. He knew she did not know yet if they should tell Soul Society. But if for some reason they had to, it would be okay.

Nothing or no one was tearing them apart again.

Ichigo couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he leaned back into the bed, bringing Rukia with him. She laid her head on his chest, arm wrapped around him as he reached up to stroke her hair, feeling content and at peace. He closed his eyes, before leaning down to kiss the top of her head as he closed his eyes. The smile was still present on his face as he spoke to her, before drifting off to sleep.

"It's a start."

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War for Genius - Chapter 10. Relations and news

Hello everyone!! Here’s the newest chapter! I want to thank to Empro8 for her help editing it 😊. You’re really helping me a lot with this.

This chapter is quite emotional, it has some family feeling moments, and OMG! I really feel sad for Donald, Dewey and Louie in this one.

Even that, I hope you’ll like it, so here we go

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Donald was desolated. A week had passed and there was no news from Huey. Every passing day made the sailor-dressed duck feel more and more desperate. Ten years ago, he lost his sister, and that hurt him… almost as much as the disappearance of his oldest nephew. But the difference between Della and Huey was that Della was an adult who made her own decisions, even if he hated the consequences it brought.

Huey in the other hand was an innocent child who was forcibly taken away from his home and kept separated from his family.

"Calm down Donald, we'll find him.” uncle Scrooge had told him, but... was his uncle really convinced of it?

Donald didn't know what to do. They didn't know why Huey had been kidnapped. But there was one thing that Donald was certain about, and it was that the culprit is Mark Beaks. They had no physical proof of it, but Donald felt the surety inside him and inside him knew it must be Mark Beaks.

"He’s given us access to all building’s parts, including the restricted section. He has even offered to be present when we register his other properties." that was what the officer Cabrera had told them when she and her agents finished their Waddle’s building registry.

Although Beaks’ cooperation with the police force might look like a sign of innocence, the sailor-dressed duck that wasn’t fooled. To be fair, Donald didn’t understand much about police investigation, but after years of seeing his uncle’s work the sea duck had a hard time believing that the leader of a technology company would be so cooperative, especially running the risk that with those registers’ information from one of his secret projects will be filtered.

Everything was too suspicious.

Donald sighed. So far, whenever the police had contacted his family, it had been to tell them the same thing: That they still had no clue to the whereabouts of the red-dressed triplet. It seemed as if the boy had vanished in the air.

Donald sighed again. He was perfectly aware that he wasn’t the only one suffering. His uncle Scrooge seemed to be moving heaven and earth trying to find his eldest grand-nephew, hardly even minding the expenses if it meant his nephew home safely.

Beakley had turned to keeping the family together as much as she could, knowing that she couldn’t allow them to lose hope that Huey would return.

Duckworth had become very silent. Although it was true that the ghost barely knew the boys, in the short time he knew them he had grown fond of them. Knowing that one of them was missing... left the Ghostly butler quite affected.

With regard to children... Webby kept searching maps and more maps, trying to determine possible places where Huey could be hidden. In addition to drawing a kind of network centered on Huey, his hobbies, likes, friends, enemies and, in short, all the information related to the triplet dressed in red. A commendable task, but Donald knew that it would be very difficult —maybe even impossible— for the young girl to determine the location of her missing friend by applying that search method.

And finally, Dewey and Louie. Donald knew that his nephews were probably the ones having the worst time. Well, even if they didn't admit it as openly as Huey, they all liked being triplets, and to know that one of them was missing... it was as if they were missing a part of themselves, and both ducklings were aware of that.

Donald understood that feeling perfectly. It was the same with Della. Both were twins, and when Della disappeared... Donald felt a deep emptiness that he didn't know if he could ever fill. But over time, and thanks to his nephews, Donald managed to (more or less) fill the void that Della left. Yes, his nephews saved him. Each one of them had certain attitudes, gestures, procedures, and small details that, to a greater or lesser extent, reminded him of his sister. And that made Donald feel that he hadn’t lost her at all, not while he had the children with him.

But Dewey and Louie... they needed their older brother, much more than Donald needed him. Without him, the two younger triplets seemed lost, like souls wandering aimlessly.

Speaking of his kids, maybe it wouldn't hurt to see how the boys were doing. So, the uncle went to the triplets’ room and slowly opened the door. At first, he was scared when he didn't see any of them in their own beds, but then he realized that they were both curled up and sleeping together in the older triplet’s bed. Donald couldn't help but be moved by that, it was as if Dewey and Louie felt that by sleeping there, they had their older brother closer.

It made his heart ache.

Donald closed the door again, not realizing that the two ducklings were dreaming... or rather having a nightmare, and even more incredible, they were both having the same nightmare.

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Dream

Huey was sitting on the floor in a small, completely dark room. His back against the wall, his legs against his chest, and arms hugging his knees underneath his chin. The triplet dressed in red seemed thinner, his cheeks looked a little sunken, as if he wasn't eating all the food he needed.

He looked quite tired, and it was also quite clear that the boy had been crying... a lot, just as the traces of tears on his cheeks showed.

To the dude, a bucket with a roll of toilet paper could be seen, which made brought attention to the denigrating situation in which the older triplet was in.

Huey's head suddenly perked up when a noise was heard, like a spinning key. The boy instantly stood and approached the door, anxiously waiting for it to open. The door opened a little, allowing a thin line of light to enter the small space, but it didn’t open long enough for the duckling to squeeze through. In that space, Falcon Graves’ figure appeared. The duck looked up at the hawk with pleading eyes and said:

“Please let me out of here. Even if it's only five minutes.”

New tears were forming in his eyes as he watched Graves, waiting for an answer. The hawk looked hard at the boy, as if saying: ‘Get away or I’ll close the door again.’

The dressed in red duckling's eyes widened in fear and slowly backed away, allowing the hawk to enter the small space with a plate of food and a glass of water, which he left on the ground. After doing this, Graves straightened and crossed his arms looking at Huey, as if indicating that he would stay there until the boy ate.

Huey looked at the food sadly and let out a tired sigh. After accommodating himself as best he could on the ground, he began to slowly eat what the hawk had brought him, alternating it with a sip of water from time to time. It was as if the young boy knew that this was all the food he was going to eat who knew how long, so he needed to savor it.

When he finished eating, Graves picked up the empty plate and the glass and prepared to leave the room, but stopped when he felt a tug on his jacket. Looking down, the hawk saw Huey looking at him again with pleading eyes.

"Please..." said the boy in barely a whisper.

Falcon frowned and shoved the boy away, sending him staggering, but it was not enough force to make him fall.

When Huey looked up again, he saw the door close, casting the room in darkness ones again. The duckling's beak began to shake, and new tears rolled down his cheeks. All he wanted was to get out of there and return to his family... but... every moment the boy spent there, alone, in complete darkness, he felt his hopes slowly vanish like clouds on a windy day.

In the end Huey fell to his knees and his body fell forward, the only thing that prevented him from making contact with the ground was that he rested all the weight of the upper part of his body on his hands’ palms. And so, in that position, the duckling began to sob openly. Between sobs, the boy said with trembling, barely audible voice:

"Please... someone get me out of here... I don't know how long I can take it,"

And then he added:

"Uncle Donald, guys, Webby, Uncle Scrooge, Mrs. Beakley, Launchpad, Duckworth... I want to go home."

End of the dream

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Dewey and Louie suddenly shouted their older brother’s name, the scream was so sudden and unexpected that Donald jumped when he heard it and quickly returned to the triplets’ room to see how his nephews were.

When he saw them, they were both crying, hugging each other. Donald wasted no time and climbed to the upper bed, his boys needed comfort, they needed him.

As soon as he climbed into the upper bed, the two children threw themselves into their uncle's arms, crying, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. Donald hugged them tightly, because there was little else, he could do. He couldn't talk to them until they calmed down a bit.

The boys’ scream must’ve alert the rest of the mansion’s inhabitants, because soon all were gathered in the triplets’ room, contemplating the scene between Donald and his nephews. After a few minutes, the boys seemed to calm down enough to explain what happened. Donald broke away from them and asked:

"Boys, what happened? Are you alright?"

Dewey after drying his tears, looked at his uncle and answered:

"I... I had a nightmare about Huey, uncle Donald. He was locked in a small, completely dark room, and they wouldn't let him out of there..."

Louie suddenly added:

“And he was thinner, as if he was barely fed and it also seemed that he was crying… a lot.”

Dewey looked at his younger brother and exclaimed:

"Exactly!"

Scrooge who, until then had remained silent, suddenly spoke:

"Wait a minute, lads. Are ye saying that ye had the same dream?"

The two younger triplets looked at each other and then back to their great-uncle, answering:

"It seems."

Scrooge frowned slightly and then focused on the triplet dressed in green. He said:

"Okay, so... Louie, what happened next?"

The boy dressed in green seemed surprised by what his great-uncle asked and explained:

“A hawk opened the room’s door carrying a plate of food and water.”

Scrooge nodded and leaned forward urgently, asking:

"That hawk... how did he look like?"

Louie thought for a moment and replied:

“He was tall and muscular, brown plumage, dressed in a suit, hard look, thick eyebrows and head feathers combed back.”

After that description, Scrooge turned to his other nephew and asked:

"Does his description fit yours with, Dewey?"

Dewey nodded and replied:

"Yes, and he was Falcon Graves."

Donald raised his eyebrow and asked his uncle:

"Where do you want to go with this, Uncle Scrooge?"

The older duck looked at his nephew and patiently explained:

“I think the lads had more than a dream. What they saw was what Huey is experiencing.”

Webby eyes widened as she heard that piece of information. In an excited voice asked:

"Really? Like some sort of brotherly connection??"

Scrooge looked at his honorary niece and replied:

"I think it's quite likely, it is said that twins and triplets sometimes have a kind of link that holds them together even though they are physically apart."

Then he turned back to the two younger triplets and continued:

"It is likely that what you two saw in that dream was the result of this connection you have between you. Tell me, what happened next?”

Dewey took a deep breath and continued explaining:

"Graves gave Huey the food, and stayed there with him until he finished eating it. When he did..."

Dewey's voice went out, so Louie continued with the explanation by saying:

"Graves left the room and closed the door, leaving Huey again in the dark."

After finishing, the two children looked at each other with a worried expression, an expression that didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of those present. So, crossing her arms, Beakley asked:

"Boys... is something else going on?"

The children looked down and then Dewey said:

"Huey... he looked like if he..."

Louie took a deep breath and finished what the they both were thinking:

"He seemed about ready to give up."

Dewey thanked his brother that it was he who had concluded the explanation, and then, looking at his uncle Donald, the little duck dressed in blue said in a slightly anxious voice:

"We’ve got to hurry to find him, Uncle Donald, he needs us."

As if it were waiting for it’s cue this whole time, Scrooge's mobile phone rang at that moment. Everyone stared at the gold apparatus while he answered:

"Yes? Who is it?... Ah Gyro, wait I'll put you on speaker.”

The billionaire duck activated the speaker phone and said:

"It’s done Gyro, you can talk."

Soon the scientist's voice was heard throughout the room. The chicken explained:

“Yes, as I was explaining to you Mr. McDuck, my intern had the idea of designing a device capable of hacking any computer system that was within a twenty-meter action’s radius. We believe that by doing this, we could discover more information about what Beaks could be hiding from us.”

There was a sepulchral silence in the room after this explanation, until Scrooge managed to articulate:

"Gyro that's..."

Dr. Gearloose finished for him by suggesting:

"A complete stupidity?"

But Scrooge with an excited voice simply replied:

"No, genius! When could yeh have it ready?"

Gyro said:

"Oh, it's ready, you just need to install it. When would you like to do it?"

Scrooge looked at the rest of the room’s occupants, saw their determination, their readiness, and knew instantly what answer he should give. He did so by answering:

"Immediately."

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And here ends this chapter. Since it’s been a week since Huey’s kidnapping, I thought it’d be good to show how’s the family facing it. Also, I really wanted to put Dewey and Louie dreaming about Huey and what is he going through. I hope you liked it. If it’s so, please don’t doubt on leave a review, they’re always welcome 😊

Also, poor Donald, after his sister’s lost, he’s to face the possibility of lose another family member. When I first wrote this in Spanish, someone wondered how would this situation be for Donald if he hadn’t had Scrooge’s help. Imagine Donald losing Huey before he reunited with Scrooge again. He’d surely be completely lost at this point.

Well, as always, I want to tank to all the people who’s read this story, the ones who commented, those who reblogged it and: @dragonsareawesome123 @hakuneki07 @greatgamedota @ray-of-color@alphatheplant @squackcrowquack @gamerfansims389 @softlemonboi @infamousquack @gandra-deee @queenveryrandom @i-cant-find-any-creative-name @jennamberking @gizmovi @hopeless-chicana @lilmissradio @intergalacticinterference @marshmeadow12 @thesuperepicawesomefireninja @worldsbesteagle @falcongraves @welovelouie for the likes. Thank you very much, you’re amazing!!!

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