i know everyone’s super preoccupied with bi!dean and oh boy do i get it but have we considered the absolute chaos that is fresh bi!dean and recently human!cas.

cas comes back from the empty totally human, and he and dean just... avoid each other in the bunker because cas is embarrassed and doesn’t want to pressure dean and also well well well if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions--while dean is quietly freaking out because he loves this man but he’s human now and what if he’s changed his mind? he might have changed his mind. he is definitely sleeping in his own room because he’s changed his mind.

and dean’s love confession, when it does happen, is something halting and loud. blurted out like an argument--I love you, okay?!--because he’s trying, he’s really trying, but big emotions still make a powder keg of him, no matter if they’re not rooted in anger. and cas is overjoyed, and they kiss a lot, but there’s this weirdness surrounding sex because, hey, the last time cas slept with someone he was killed, and dean’s relationship with fucking has been equal parts trying to put food on the table + a tool for care and positive touch. 

and then it also turns out that you don’t just un-learn 41 years of repression because a really great guy is in love with you. so dean postures for people needlessly, and is equal parts an embarrassed, proud, terrified mess in public with cas, while also sometimes flirting with the waitress on autopilot. he stops himself from touching cas only to remember he doesn’t have to, and sometimes he’s brave enough to keep reaching but sometimes he isn’t. and every day, he wishes he was more open, more honest, just... better to cas. and every day he is, a little. 

and while dean is out here being a complete mess, our friend castiel is coming to terms with the fact that he’s mortal now. the first time he gets injured, there’s hell to pay; he won’t stop bitching and moaning. his first cold? fucking forget it. he’s unbearable. he’s grumpy, and feeling helpless sometimes makes him mean; he’s petty and bitter and he spends whole days in the gym working himself to the bone. he goes for long runs. is neat as a pin. won’t quit on research until he’s asleep on top of the book. when dean gets hurt, he forgets he’s human and presses two fingers to his forehead--cas can’t fly away but he disappears for two days. when he informs dean that he’ll be driving an motorcycle from now on, dean has a fucking heart attack and the argument lasts for a week. 

it’s hard; cas needs things dean’s only just starting to be able to give himself, and dean needs stuff cas is only just starting to learn--i love you isn’t that enough?--but like... there’s so much that’s so good. dean being so blindly happy that he forgets to be afraid or self-conscious, dean shyly pecking cas’s mouth in the parking lot of the mini-mart. cas forcing himself not to run, but to get... comfortable; he starts to leave his 50 used mugs all over the place, and forgets his socks in the dean cave after date night. cas learning to drive a motorcycle and taking dean flying, beaming the whole time as dean hangs on for dear life. cas channeling his frustrations into crafting (badly). 

they sleep together half a dozen times before it gets really really good--before cas stops thinking and dean quits worrying; cas makes some lame joke when he’s half inside him and dean can’t stop laughing. they both realize that there are a lot of different ways and reasons to sleep together; that it can be intense and aggressive and slow and sweet and silly and fun.

there are good days and there are bad days, and one morning dean wakes up and realizes he doesn’t feel conflicted or ashamed anymore. one morning, cas looks at dean and realizes he actually really likes being human. are they absolutely obnoxious about their new discoveries? of course they are.

but sam and eileen have had to bear witness to every other obnoxious aspect of their relationship, so what’s one or two more?

The Chain - Chapter 4/15

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Fandom: The Bad Batch (Star Wars)

Characters: Crosshair, Hunter, Howzer, Rex, Wrecker, Tech, Echo, Omega, Various Clones

Relationships: Crosshair & Howzer, Crosshair & Rex, Crosshair & The Bad Batch, Crosshair & Omega, Hunter & Rex, Hunter & Omega

Additional Tags: Redemption, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Found Family, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Graphic Violence, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: One year after the events of The Bad Batch, Crosshair struggles to reconcile his choice with the harsh truth of the world around him. He finds enlightenment in the most unlikely of places and realizes he may have made the wrong decision. But is it too late to do something about it?

Two years after the events of The Bad Batch, Rex reluctantly agrees to allow Hunter and his squad to help him rescue a man who's been captured by the Empire, an Imperial double agent who's cover has been blown. What Hunter thought to be a simple extraction ends up having far greater consequences for their squad than he could have ever anticipated.

Chapter Warnings: None

Right actions in the future are the best apologies for bad actions in the past.

Tryon Edwards

Rex never struck Hunter as the type to let his nerves get the best of him. That one attempted fist fight with Crosshair when rescuing Echo notwithstanding, Rex was always calm and level headed when they worked together in the past. Skako Minor, Anaxes, on Bracca - it was clear why Rex was the Captain of the famously wild Torrent Company and essentially the de facto commander of the infamous 501st Legion. His calm and steady presence along with his cool confidence made him exactly the kind of guy people naturally gravitated to, naturally turned to for leadership.

Which is why it was weird that Rex seemed fidgety in a way he’d never seen from the man before. Anyone who didn’t know him wouldn’t notice, but Hunter could see the way he kept fiddling with the buttons on the controls needlessly. He could hear the leather of Rex’s gloves squeak as he clenched and unclenched his hands periodically. And only Hunter would be able to hear the way Rex kept consciously making an effort to unclench his jaw and stop grinding his teeth.

After the fourth time in as many minutes that Rex flexed his fingers, Hunter finally spoke up.

“Are you alright, Captain?”

Rex glanced at Hunter, hands deliberately stilling in his lap as he sat up straighter.

“Yes,” he said. “Just restless, I suppose.”

Hunter nodded, staring out at the streaking blue and white light of hyperspace through the viewport of the freighter’s cockpit.

“This operative of yours,” Hunter said after a moment, “you two are close?”

Whatever response Hunter was expecting from the other man, it wasn’t for him to laugh. Even Rex seemed startled by the response, looking sheepishly over at the sergeant.

“Sorry,” Rex said, rubbing a hand over his head. “I just- I certainly never expected to be, but… yeah. Yeah. I suppose we are.”

“You don’t get along?”

“We didn’t at first,” Rex said, crossing his arms across his chestplate. “ Manda , I used to hate the guy. But… he’s a good man. The more I worked with him, the more I spoke with the people he helped, I realized that. He’s done a lot for our brothers.”

Hunter nodded slowly. “How did you two meet?”

“Oh, uh—“ Rex twitched again as he went to fiddle with the pilot controls. “We met back during the war.”

“You served together?”

“Ehh,” Rex hedged, “Only a couple of times towards the end.”

Hunter waited for Rex to elaborate but the other man was silent, continuing to mess with the controls. The ship was on autopilot, so he wasn’t actually doing anything. He listened as Rex’s heart rate slowly started gaining speed.

“So… who did he serve under? Maybe I’ve heard of—“

The navicomputer beeped and Rex’s shoulders slumped nearly imperceptively.

“Why don’t you go back and check on the others?” If Hunter didn’t know any better he’d say Rex sounded… relieved? “We should be arriving soon and we still need to rework the plan now that you all are here.”

Hunter frowned. Rex studiously avoided his eyes. He wasn’t ignorant to the fact that Rex was purposefully trying to get rid of him - the man was apparently as good at lying as Wrecker - but he wasn’t sure why.

Finally Hunter nodded. He tapped his bracer against Rex’s pauldron and made his way out of the cockpit.

Rex mumbled something under his breath as the doors slid shut, but the hydraulics were too loud over the man’s voice for Hunter to be able to make out what was said.

He found everyone in the hold, Tech, Wrecker, Boil, Echo, and Omega sitting around the floor in a circle, with Gregor on a bench in the corner cleaning his blaster. He walked in just as Echo laughed at whatever the reg had said.

“Still, I’m glad to see you,” Boil said as Echo’s laughter died down. “Cody mentioned that Rex had found you, but I didn’t get the chance to reach out before… well…”

Echo smiled sadly, resting his flesh hand on Boil’s shoulder.

“It was always entertaining to listen to Rex rant to Cody about all the shenanigans you and Fives got into.”

“Yeah,” Echo agreed, voice gruff. “Though from what I hear, you and Waxer certainly kept Cody on his toes.”

Boil laughed.

“True. Usually it was Waxer making the plans. I somehow always ended up getting dragged along.”

“Yeah, I know how that goes.” Echo sighed. “I’m sorry, by the way. I read about Umbara. I can’t even imagine--”

“Don’t be,” Boil sighed, rubbing at the red scar on the side of his shaved head. “It felt unbearable at the time, but… sometimes I… sometimes I’m almost relieved? Force, that sounds horrible but it’s true. Sometimes I’m relieved he was gone so he wasn’t forced to become monsters like we were. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if they were the lucky ones.”

“You’re not a monster, Boil,” Gregor piped up from the corner. “Whatever the chip made you do wasn’t you. You had no choice.”

Boil nodded slowly, fingers lingering on his temple.

“I still did it, though.”

“I know what you mean,” Wrecker said quietly, eyes on the ground. “When my chip activated I nearly killed my squad. If Rex hadn’t been there to stop me, I would have.”

Omega scooted closer to Wrecker and grabbed his hand, leaning her head against his shoulder. He smiled down at her.

Boil looked sympathetic. “It’s a good thing Rex was there, then. Rex was the one who picked up my ship when I left Corellia. I wish I could say I was surprised to see he’d made it out, but I don’t think I was, really. Cody always believed Rex would survive all of this.”

“Did you…” Echo trailed off, rubbing his neck awkwardly. “Did you… work with Cody while--”

“No,” Boil said firmly, shaking his head. “The GAR structure reorganized surprisingly quickly after the order went out. The 212th was recalled back to Coruscant and was divided up after that. Ghost Company went to Grand Admiral Tarkin while Cody and the other Marshal Commanders were sent to work directly under Palpatine. I haven’t seen Cody since we arrived on Coruscant after Uptapau.”

They were all quiet after that, heads bowed in remembrance of both their fallen and lost brothers. Besides Omega, everyone in the ship had worked under Cody’s command at some point and respected him for the great leader and big brother to all clones that he was. To imagine the strong willed, compassionate, selfless man under the direct control of someone like Palpatine was almost too much to bear.

It was thanks to Cody that Hunter and the others had even been allowed off Kamino. He’d been able to pull rank and convince Nala Se and the other Kaminoan scientists and trainers that the Unit 99s, of which Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, and Wrecker had been the last of, could be useful in the war. If it weren’t for Cody, they would have spent the rest of their days toiling around in Tipoca City, completing test after test until they were finally deemed too “defective” and decommissioned like the others in their unit, or put on janitorial duty like 99.

“What about you guys?” Boil’s quiet voice sounded overly loud in the solemn silence of the ship's hold. “How did you survive the order? Did the Commander get you guys out too?”

“No,” Tech said, adjusting his goggles. “Our chips were never activated. They malfunctioned due to our deviant nature from the other, regular clones.”

Boil cast Wrecker a sidelong look.

“But I thought—“

“His activated later as an effect of repeated head trauma to the chip’s implantation site.”

“Well, I’m glad you guys didn’t have to experience that. Though, I imagine it must have been a very difficult situation for you surrounded by everyone else.”

“Heh, you could say that again,” Wrecker grumbled under his breath.

“We’ve essentially been on the run from the Empire for the last three years,” Echo said. “The vod’e pretty much attack us on sight.”

“You said the Commander helped you escape recently?” Omega piped up from under Wrecker’s arm.

Boil nodded slowly, gaze trained on the ground.

“I’ve only been on Yavin for about a day and a half,” Boil said. “The Commander got me out just a few days ago”

“And then he was discovered,” Tech said succinctly. Echo smacked his arm.

“Yeah,” Boil said quietly, running his hand over his hair. “Extracting me was a risk, from what Howzer said.”

“It was a different op than the usual extractions,” Gregor said from the corner. “Typically he just gave us foot soldiers that he could say were killed in action on missions. Two or three at a time, buried under flimsiwork and red tape. He’d splice the system and mark them as KIA. Apparently the Empire doesn’t care much if they lose one or two rank and file clones.”

“I was higher up in the command structure, though,” Boil added. “I was a lieutenant on Grand Admiral Tarkin’s security team. He was attending some diplomatic event in Corellia and I was assigned a protection squad. The Commander caught me as I was coming off my shift and took me to some tiny infirmary in the hotel. Stunned me and took my chip out. I barely knew what was going on when he told me that he was getting me out of the Empire and we needed to hurry.”

“A natborn Imperial officer helping clones?”

“No,” Boil shook his head, “he is a clone.”

Everyone was silent and Hunter frowned. A clone commander working from within the Empire?

Gregor paused his cleaning and looked up at the group, eyes flickering from them to Hunter, who still lingered in the doorway.

“A clone spy within the Empire?” Tech asked skeptically. “Without his chip?”

Boil nodded. “I wasn’t sure at first, either. He never took his helmet off and he didn’t sound like any clone I’d ever met. But he understood what it was like when I woke up freaking out, asking questions, getting angry. He talked me down, told me that he knew it was disorienting to wake up suddenly in control of your own body after so long but we didn’t have time for an existential crisis so I needed to get myself together.

“So what has he been doing?” Echo questioned. “Just… pretending his chip is active?”

“I guess so. Howzer confirmed it later. They’re pretty close, I guess  - I thought Howzer was going to lose it when the distress signal went off.”

“How did the Commander get his out?”

Boil shrugged. “I didn’t ask.”

The room fell silent at that.

Something about the situation prickled at the back of Hunter’s mind. Maybe it was just the similarities to their own brother. Crosshair had chosen to stay with the Empire as well, even when out from under the chip’s influence - though there was no denying that Crosshair’s motivations and this Commander’s motivations were extremely different.

Crosshair chose to stay, to leave the team, their family, behind for selfish reasons - ego and power and a place in the new galactic order. This Commander chose to stay not for himself, but to help those who couldn’t help themselves.

The knowledge burned something inside him, but Hunter buried it down.

This is who I am. .

“We all thought he was crazy when he reached out to Rex,” Gregor piped up, his blaster discarded on the bench next to him. “The whole thing was his idea. We warned him it was suicide, but he didn’t care. Rex thought he’d be dead within a month, but he’s been helping clones get out for nearly two years now. Howzer kept telling him it was time to get out before he got caught, but he wouldn’t listen. Now here we are.”

“I tried to get him to come with me. Told him if they found out what he’d done, they’d kill him.” Boil snorted. “You know what he said to me? He said ‘ stop being a noble di’kut and get in the ship before I stun you and put the chip back in. ’”

They all frowned at the threat, Gregor giggling from his place in the corner.

“I’m glad to be going back for the Commander,” Boil said. “Obviously I wish it were in better circumstances. I know it was his decision to stay behind, but it still felt wrong leaving him there, you know? Colt always said we never leave a man behind.”

“Yeah,” Echo said quietly, eyes meeting Hunter’s across the room. “I know the feeling.”

Hunter held Echo’s gaze, same as he always did when the topic came up over the last two years. And same as every other time, in the face of Echo’s admonishment, Hunter said nothing in return. There was nothing to say that hadn’t already been discussed at length.

Repeatedly.

Loudly.

Wrecker and Tech glanced at each other over Echo’s head while Omega averted her eyes to the ground.

The ship shook as it dropped out of hyperspace and Hunter took that as his que to get moving.

“Rex said we’ll be touching down soon,” he said, stepping fully into the room. “We should start getting ready.”

As the others moved over to Gregor to begin gearing up, Echo stood and held Hunter’s gaze a moment longer. Hunter shook his head and Echo sighed before moving to join the others.

He had a feeling they’d be having that discussion once again once this mission was over.

Hunter felt a hand in his and he looked down to meet Omega’s eyes. She smiled sadly at him, squeezing his hand. He squeezed back, but couldn’t quite drudge up the willpower to smile in return.

“C’mon,” he said instead, “let’s gear up.”

She nodded and walked over to the group, helping Echo loop his pack over his scomp arm. Hunter watched them all and tried not to think about the weird feeling lingering in the back of his mind.

~

“Alright,” Rex said as the ramp to the ship lowered. They’d landed in the forest, hidden at the bottom of the mountain the same as they had last time. Gregor helped Tech and Rex navigate the ship to an area below the mountain where there was a hidden entry point similar to the vents they had escaped through last time.

“Echo, Hunter, Tech, Boil, and Gregor - you’re with me. Wrecker, stay with the ship.”

“Wha- oh, come on!” Wrecker said, slipping his helmet up to stare at Rex with wide eyes. “I can help!”

“You will help,” Rex held his hands up placatingly, “we need someone to stay with the ship that can meet us at the exit. I get a feeling we’re going to need to make a quick get away.”

“Aww, why can’t Tech do it?”

“We need Tech to help Gregor and Echo hack the systems,” Rex explained calmly. “This is a stealth mission, Wrecker, and those aren’t your, uh… strong suit.”

Wrecker groaned, pulling his helmet off and slunking off to sit on a crate. Omega patted his hand.

“Sorry, Wrecker. But I just can’t take any risks with this.”

“Nah, I understand,” and to Wrecker’s credit, he did sound like he meant it.

Rex nodded and gestured for the others to follow him off the ship.

Before Omega could get far, Hunter grabbed her elbow.

“Omega.... I want you to stay on the ship with Wrecker.”

Omega frowned.

“Why? I can help!”

Hunter sighed. She stood with arms crossed as she leveled a glare at Hunter and her eyes filled with that stubborn indignation she’d been showing more and more since she’d reached her teenage years.

As she got older, every time she glared at him like that she looked more and more like--

“We’re walking straight into an Imperial base,” Hunter said, trying to keep his tone as even as possible. “You remember what happened last time.”

“It was my idea to help on this mission.”

“It was,” Hunter conceded. “Though, you didn’t exactly talk it through with us before offering.”

She had the grace to look a little chastised at that.

“This is dangerous, Omega. High level stuff, not what we usually do. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

He trailed off and the fire seemed to go out from under Omega with her disappointed sigh.

“Fine,” she said. “But I don’t like it. If you get caught again, we will be having words.”

Hunter chuckled. “Noted.”

Her eyes searched his face a moment longer before she flung her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest.

“Be careful.”

“I will,” he rested his chin on top of her curls. “I promise.”

Hunter’s commlink beeped and Rex’s voice filled the room.

“Hunter, let’s move out.”

Omega pulled back and crossed her arms as Hunter pulled on his helmet. She waved to him as he walked down the ramp, her and Wrecker both watching as the group started making their way toward the base of the mountain.

Hunter stared up at the mountain as they worked their way through the forest, his mind jumping back to the last time they had been on this planet, attempting a rescue from this exact base. Hopefully this time went better than the last. Hopefully no one was captured again. Hopefully they could get in and out without alerting anyone, though his squad was never that lucky.

Hopefully Crosshair isn’t here, Hunter thought as they climbed into the vent shaft. They hadn’t seen nor heard from Crosshair since the day they left Tipoca City. The Empire was large and the Galaxy even larger, so the chances were slim. He hoped. He really wasn’t in the mood to deal with a family reunion today.

The things that I dislike about "Big Mouth" are as follows:

One-dimensional characters. All Jay does is fuck pillows and other non-sentient objects; all Andrew does is whack off all the time (both of them need to be chemically castrated and sent to therapy); all Lola does is be annoying and the female version of Cartman; all Caleb does is say random things that no one cares about and states the obvious; all Lars does is act like Craig Tucker in Timmy Burch's body; all Cheryl does is want to fuck his own cousin; all Vicky does is be an unbearable redneck stereotype who pursues Nick to the point of acting jealous whenever he looks his eye at someone else (like Jessi, for instance).

Portraying people the same way that "Family Guy" does. Which comes as no surprise, seeing that co-creator Andrew Goldberg used to write for FG. Along with cutaways that serve nothing to the plot and pop culture references that its target audience (teens who are going through puberty and young adults who went through puberty a decade ago) will not get, it also doesn't shy away from offending a group of people--such as the case with "Florida", for instance. Leave the offending groups of people to "South Park", thank you very much.

Dropping the c-word around like it's a British show. Apparently, all four creators of this show attended the same "be edgy as possible and drop c-words and homophobic language" school as The Whitest Kids U'Know. Speaking of homophobic remarks (Judd, Val and Kurt are 100% offenders in the department), it's not 2007 anymore. It disgusts and offends me that that type of "humor" still exists in these shows. Seriously, when you're on the same level as one of the worst sketch comedy shows of the 21st century, you're immediately on my bad side.

The non-sentient stuff such as talking pillows and talking snatches and talking dicks. The Hormone Monsters and Monstresses are one thing (because they are manifestations of teens' hormones), but to go down the same route that every other adult animated show has gone down and have basically everything talk is another thing. Can't anything be realistic or in this show's case semi-realistic for once? Just because it's a cartoon doesn't mean you should be non-realistic.

The show's misandry--which is a hatred of men. I don't know what the writing team has against men, but I am so fed up with how my gender gets the short end of the stick every chance the show gets. This is why I dislike some of Judd Apatow’s films (“Knocked Up” comes to mind).

The show's self-fellating, high-five-ing sense of breaking the fourth wall. A true sign of just how pretentious and full of themselves the creators are (and the same can be said for Trey Parker and Matt Stone).

This is minor, but all the kids having adult voices. Like most people, I cannot stand that. There's a reason why shows such as "South Park" have the adults voicing them having their voices pitch-shifted to sound like kids. So why can't "Big Mouth" do the same? I would love to see a Tumblr blog dedicated to doing that. Somebody make that happen.

All in all, "Big Mouth" is in the same category of "love-hate, but recently to the point of hating it in the end" shows such as "South Park". I can get past the stuff that everyone still complains about when it comes to puberty, because that's what literally everyone going through puberty has experienced at one point or another. If you're expecting a show about puberty to shy away from the explicit stuff, then you'd be dead wrong. But when it veers into gross-out territory, that's another way to put the show in said category. As Jeremy Scott of CinemaSins once said: stop showing people puking! Not every single adult animated show has to be needlessly vulgar and juvenile and hateful. S4 has become so into the gross-out shit a lot that the show has as a result gone downhill, and the fact that S5 ups the ante with horror-movie levels of gore is not helping any matters.

VIXX - Ravi A-Z

“Hiiii, could you please write an A to Z for Ravi?? 🙏🙏”

“vixx ravi a to z 👀thank u ❤️”

“Ravi A-Z NSFW please?”

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A - Aftercare Bless him he tries, but he’s so exhausted afterwards the most he can probably stretch to is maybe getting you both a drink...after that youre on your own lol sorry 

B - Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner) does it count if i say his favourite part on himself is his tattoos? idk, i just feel like theyre something about himself that he really cherishes, and he knows how much you like them too. On his partner, he likes the cakes, the booty, the butt meat. He can’t get enough.

C - Cum Likes to cum on your face or neck. Bonus points if you let him cum in your mouth then kiss him, it’s something he finds so unbelievably hot.

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) He really REALLY wants to record the both of yall going at it and use the audio in one of his songs, but he thinks you’d never agree to it so he’s afraid to bring it up :((( 

E - Experience He strikes me as someone who’s no stranger to one night stand kinda things so he’s definitely got a fair amount of experience. He just gives off the energy of someone who knows his way around the female body lmao

F - Favourite Position Loves having you ride him, he likes the lazy approach and watching you bounce on him is his favourite site in the entire world. Always has a soft spot for doggy as well, he’s always a fan of anything where he get’s a full view of your ass.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc) Not that goofy at all tbh, sex is something he just takes super seriously, he’s not here to mess around lmao. He’s here to fuck you up and get you shaking fgfdgdg

H - Hair (how well groomed are they) Trimmed to the point of almost being bare, but he leaves a little bit lol

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect) He has his softer days every now and then, but he’s not really all that intimate in the moment tbh. He knows that you know how he feels about you, so he doesn't feel the need to be overly sentimental when at that moment all he wants is to rail you into the mattress until you're shaking oop.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation) Honestly he probably does it basically every day; it’s pretty much a part of his nighttime routine at this point. He finds it the perfect way to relax just before he goes to sleep

K - Kinks (one of more of their kinks) For sure marking, both giving and receiving. He doesn’t even care if anyone sees them, he wears them all with pride and a massive smirk lol. He’s into maybe lowkey bdsm stuff too, just a little light pain and restraint kinda things.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do) His favourite place would be his recording studio. It’s just that bit different enough to be a lil saucy, but private enough to where he’s like 95% certain no ones gonna walk in on you. It’s the reason he bought a super big sofa to go in there tbh lol.

M - Motivation (What turns them on) He’s a simple man, literally just touch him in an even slightly suggestive way and his brain will go straight to his dick. His thighs and lower stomach are the places he really likes to be touched

N - NO (something they won’t do, turn offs) No sharing, so that means no three(or more)somes lol. You’re his and he’s yours. That’s how he wants it to stay. 

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) Lowkey the type to be more into the whole “face fucking” thing when you go down on him. He can get super intense when giving too, he wont stop until you've had a least one orgasm from foreplay alone lol.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc) I feel like he’s somewhere in the middle lol, a happy medium. Probably a little on the faster side, but not crazy rough. He’ll be sure you feel it the next day.

Q - Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc) He’s quite a fan, he thinks they definitely have their charm of just scratching that itch whenever it occurs. They happen every now and then, usually in the morning when he wakes up with a boner but has to be somewhere soon.

R - Risk (are they down to experiment, do they take risks?) To a certain extent. He does have a few hard limits, but aside from that, he’s totally open 

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last? etc) I dont think he lasts all that long, mainly because of how much energy he puts into whatever he’s doing. But providing you catch him before he falls asleep, he’d be down to go a second round.

T - Toy (do they own toys do they use them on a partner or on themselves?) Definitely owns a few. Not a crazy amount, but mainly what he considers the “essentials”. Stuff like a vibrator, blindfold, silk ties and maybe a paddle if he’s feeling extra spicy.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease) Maybe surprisingly idk, but i really dont think he’s that into teasing. I think he’d much rather just get straight to the main event then draw things out needlessly long.

V - Volume (how loud are they, what type of sounds they make) Some super gravely moans and very very sweary. Super into dirty talk also. Very much a “let the neighbours know my name, baby” kinda guy sdfds

W - Wild Card (a random headcannon) He love love looooves it when you’re super vocal, the louder the better. It doesn’t matter where you are, what time of day it is etc. He knows all the right spots to hit that’ll get you screaming and he’ll keep going until you’re as loud as you can get.

X - X-ray (what’s going on inside those pants) Average in both senses i’d say, pretty n veiny though lol

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive) Pretty high, like it’s not that high where its unbearable lmao but it’s probably a little higher than average. 4-5 times a week at most

Z - Zzz… (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Super fast lol. Pretty much as soon as he pulls out of you, he’s out like a light lmao.

prompt: royalty/arranged marriage

ship: maxian

(wtf did i just write?)

Sometime in the Future....

Ian sighed, scrolling through the internet on his holo-screen. Earth’s own Overlord Jr. was set to be married in only a few days. Something he had absolutely no choice in. He felt he was far too young to be married, especially to someone he hardly knew. She was M’xx, Princess of the planet Diomia. She was known across the galaxy for her beauty, and her oafish clumsiness. That girl walked like she was trying to start an earthquake! But Ian had only seen her a handful of times at diplomatic events. The wedding was completely cynical. 

“Mom!” He remembered arguing. “I don’t wanna marry that loud-mouthed cunt! She get’s totally shit-faced at every event! She’s a complete disaster!”

“Ian, you’ll thank me when you’re the richest and most powerful man in the Universe!” 

Of course, she was right. Ian, known by many as the Google heir, was pretty much destined to marry the Disney heiress herself. And when they did, the couple would effectively own every single company and corporation in the known universe. But come on, weren’t they rich and powerful enough? 

“Miss Google?” Ian asked his super-computer.

“Yes, master?” it answered in a robotic tone, it’s screen (the size of an entire wall of Ian’s room) lighting up as it did. 

“Is Princess M’xx hot?”

“Princess M’xx was voted 7th Sexiest Organism Alive in 4998 and 1st in 5000 and 5002.”

Ian grumbled. He could only imagine some stupid teenage boy, getting his rocks off to the Princess. If only they knew... 

“Image search,” he commanded. Instantly, the screen showed a layout of results. A regular green skinned, purple eye’d space babe. Those short locks of hair perfectly framed her soft face. Even Ian had to admit it. Those big, pouty lips, that thicc round ass. “Okay, okay. She’s hot, I admit it. So what?” At least he’d have exclusive rights to that ass. 

.....

Historic First Ever Earth-Diomia Wedding Could Improve Planetary Relations

While the Galaxy is captivated with Princess M’xx’s dress, or the Overlord-to-Be’s shoes, leaders across Solar Systems are looking forward to the Royal Wedding for other reasons. With Diomia and Earth, historically being at odds with one another, leaders hope that the love between M’xx* and Mr. Carter will bring the two planetary superpowers together. Earth was forced to apologize to Diomia for the Meme Embargo in 4923, resulting in the gifting of the Walt Disney Company and it’s assets to the planet in an attempt to mend their economy. Left in shambled after unfair, inflated Meme Taxes. Princess M’xx has long been known for her dedication to preserving and spreading memes, stating; “It’s hard to imagine a world without memes, but so many across the Galaxy go without. Like clean water and Marvel DVD’s, Memes, at least spicy ones, are a basic right.”   An enquiry conducted by the #DramaAlertJournal found that Earthlings were overwhelmingly supportive of the Princess. Diomian’s however, are mostly skeptical of the marriage. Many raising concern that Mr. Carter possesses an inadequate penis. Either way, the merging of the two planets will effect us all in the months to come.

More Articles: Ian and M’xx’s Million Dollar Wedding Cake, Why the Princess Named “My Name Jeff” Her Favourite Historical Meme, What to Expect From Ian As Overlord

Cameras flashed, reporters and members of the public crowded the couple as they exited the Church. Ian smiled his biggest, brightest fake smile, the alien Princess on his arm. The wedding had been excruciating. Unbearably awkward. But this was going to be even more awkward.

Waving to the crowd, the couple crawled inside the hover-limo. He was about to spend more than an hour, alone with someone he’d never spoken two words to. And of course, that someone now being his wife. 

As the car pulled away, off to the reception, Ian chose to stare silently down at his feet. How much did his parents blow on these shoes? 

“Uhh....” Oh God. M’xx was trying to start a conversation. Ian cringed. “Sorry if that kiss was awkward... I’ve never kissed anyone before....”

Ian forced a laugh, looking over at his bride. “Don’t worry. I don’t think there was any way to have made that kiss any less weird.”

She laughed in return. “Yeah. I didn’t even want this wedding to happen, if I’m honest.”

“What? You think I did?”

“Well... My parents said you did. They kept guilting me with how excited you were.”

“Those lying bastards...” Ian muttered, though his tone remained playful. M’xx giggled. She really did look great today... Her bright purple eyes sparkled as she laughed, and her flower adorned brunette locks clung to each side of her face. But that was just the problem. It was about the only thing he knew about her. M’xx was the Princess of Diomia, she liked memes and every time Ian saw her at an event he pictured himself bending her over a table. But he couldn’t tell anyone what she was like day to day. What the alien liked to eat, or watch, or even a favourite colour. 

“Worst part. They’re going to print close-ups of that awful kiss everywhere!”

“Yeah....”

Over the course of the reception, the couple did get to know each-other. Or rather, speak to each-other and learn superficial facts. Though, Ian had to admit, as the night went on he was becoming more and more comfortable around his bride. Of course, the two were also becoming drunker and drunker. By the time the limo made it’s way back, Ian was all set for a goodnights sleep. That is, before a stern reminder from his parents. “I don’t care if you think it’s embarrassing! It is extremely important you go back to that hotel room and consummate your marriage!”

...

“This hotel room is fucking crazy! It’s enormous!”

“Aren’t you used to being rich yet?” Ian yawned, kicking off his dress shoes. 

“My species doesn’t spend money on luxuries like this.” The Princess explained. The honeymoon suite was not only needlessly large, but fuzzy and pink. Coupled with her green skin, it looked absolutely eye-bleeding. At least to Ian. “Unzip me!” the alien commanded. Ian did, her wedding dress falling to the floor. She flopped down on the sofa, unstrapping her shoes and massaging her swollen feet. Ian was leaning on the arm of the sofa, struggling to shed his many layers.

“Hellooooo Drama Alert Nation!”

“Turn that shit off!” The blare of the TV was already giving him a massive headache. M’xx didn’t listen, just turning the volume down a little instead.

“It’s about us,” she said.

Ian raised an eyebrow, glancing at his own picture on screen. He plopped down beside the bride, admittedly curious. 

“But was the marriage a set-up?” asked the Gnomarian host. “For more on that, we go to Xana and Leafy in our New York studio. Guys?”

The scene cut to two anchors in another studio with the same obnoxious hashtag and popcorn branding decorating the walls. A three eyed blonde woman and a typical Grey with emo hair stared into the camera. “Thank you, Keem. Leafy and I attended the wedding, and let me tell you that couple did not seem like they even knew each-other, let alone were in love. ”

“What would that blonde cunt know about love anyways?” Ian scoffed. “She’s the most hateful bitch on the planet!”

“I didn’t even know they were there....”

“I hate this whole news network. It’s just a bunch of gossip.”

“I kinda like Leafy.... “

“Ugh! Why!?”

“He tells it like it is.”

“He’s just an insecure jackass...”

“....Couldn’t agree more, Leafy. If Ian lost all his money and broke both his legs, I would be genuinely happy. Now, talking about the kiss...” 

Like an instant reflex, M’xx switched the TV off as soon as he saw a glimpse of the kiss photo. “No fuckin’ way!” Tossing the remote away, she lifted one leg onto the sofa so she could lean against her knee. “This is so much more stressful than I thought it would be....”

Ian turned to her. The way she was sitting drew his gaze to her crotch. The sheer-white panties left nothing to the imagination. Though, not quite what Ian had been expecting.

“Why are you staring at my penis?”

“I just.... Didn’t expect you to have one....” He looked back to her face, a perplexed look crossing her features.

“Why?”

“Well, I.... I just....”

“Everyone on my planet has a penis....”

Ian blinked. Couldn’t anyone have given him a little information before the wedding? How was he supposed to know that? Even Drama Alert didn’t know. “Then why are you a Princess?” Why would a species like that use gender’d terms? 

“Princess is just a rough translation. It’s easier than saying, ruler with one penis.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? No offence, but your species if fucking stupid.”

“Fuck up. Your species is way fucking worse than mine....” 

“Are you even a she? Or a he? Or what do I call you?”

M’xx shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. Those words don’t exist in my language.”

“Well... Do you feel like a guy or a girl?”

“What a stupid question. I feel like a Diomian with one penis. I’m a Princess, but that doesn’t make me an Earth-girl.”

“Wait.... Does that mean other Diomian’s have more than one...?”

M’xx’s eyes widened a little. “You mean... You don’t have more than one!?”

“No!”

“I’ve only ever seen porn with a one-penised one and a four-penised one. I wasn’t expecting this to be a same-penis number marriage.....”

“Me either....”

“What were you expecting?”

“Well. I guess I just assumed you had a pussy. Course, you’re not even from Earth I don’t know why I’d assume that. But if you all have dicks, how do you have kids?”

“What do you mean? The couple spits in a tube and sends it to the lab, where they grow the baby.... What the fuck is a pussy!? I thought this was an Earth creature! Like a Pokemon. ”

Ian sighed. “Miss Google....” The hotels computer lit up. “Image search Earth Woman.... Uhh, painting...” He didn’t want to freak M’xx out with some pornographic image. The computer pulled up an Ancient stature of some Goddess, her name lost to time. The Princess tilted her head, staring at the image in utter confusion.

“There’s nothing there!” Ian just shrugged in response. Ian was not going to go all into human anatomy right now. “Disney-Assist!” M’xx’s watch lit up. He held it up, showing off it’s projected holographic planet. “Image search, Diomian penis!” Ian’s eyes practically bulged out of his head at the series of images suddenly flashed before his eyes. It was horrible! Like a nightmare! Green, lumpy penises. On top of each-other, growing out of one another.... It was downright disgusting... Was he going to have to look at something like....

“T-take off your panties... Show me your dick....”

M’xx giggled. “If you insist!” He turned his watch off, standing before Ian and wiggling his hips. Sliding down the lacy panties, his penis spring out as he did. Ian felt relieved. It was an ordinary, human looking penis. Well, apart from being mint green. Still, nothing Lovecraftian. “What do you think?”

“It’s very nice...”

“That didn’t sound very enthusiastic.”

“Sorry. I’m tired....”

“But it’s our wedding night. Aren’t we going to at least fuck?”

“Ugh, no. Just.... Put that away and go to sleep.”

“What the hell? You can’t order me around. I’m a Princess, remember?”

“Yeah, and now you’re my wife.”

“So?”

“Don’t you remember your vows, dear? Love, honour and obey?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

M’xx scowled. “Fuck up. I don’t take orders from you, or anybody else!”

“Oh, really?”

“Really!”

The Princess was awfully cute when she was worked up. Ian thought to himself for a moment, concluding maybe he wasn’t as tired as he thought. “So... You don’t take orders, huh M’xx?”

“No.”

“You’re not gonna be a good little bitch, and do what I tell you?”

“Don’t call me a bitch...”

“Give me your panties.” For someone who didn’t like taking orders, M’xx sure obeyed that one fast. “You wanna get fucked?” M’xx nodded. “Then get in bed.” Again, without hesitation, M’xx did as Ian told him. Ian threw off his boxers, climbing on top of his bride. He ran his hands along her smooth, nipple-less chest (different, but not bad, Ian decided.) M’xx shuddered at the touch. “Do you like that?” M’xx bit back a moan, nodding. Purple pupils dilated. Ian took the Princess’s delicate wrists in one hand, tying them to the bar of the bedpost with her panties. “How many of those giant alien dicks have you sucked?”

“None,” M’xx answered honestly. “I only know from porn...”

“That’s okay, that’s okay....” Ian ran his fingers through M’xx’s soft hair. “You’re gonna use all that porn you watched, you slutty little Princess, and suck my Earth-Cock. You wanna be just like those porn star’s, huh?” M’xx nodded. “That’s a good girl,” Ian praised. M’xx would usually find it disrespectful to be referred to with an Earth word like ‘girl’. But being disrespected was turning him on.... Ian shifted, so he was on M’xx’s left, kneeling on the bed. “You better be good, bitch.” M’xx grinned, taking Ian’s dick in his mouth, trying to do just what she remembered. She was relieved honestly. An Earth dick was probably much easier to take in her mouth than the one’s she had seen online. Just as she was getting the hang of it, Ian pushed her off by the forehead.

“Was I doing it wrong...?”

“No, Princess. You’re a natural,” he breathed. “I just... Ever since I first saw you, all I could think about was burying my dick in your juicy fucking alien ass!”

M’xx stared up at him, his mouth forming an o shape. “Really?”

“Yeah... Fuck, it just looks so fucking good in your slutty little outfits...” 

M’xx yelped as Ian entered him. Ian’s dick slid in easily, thanks to the slick alien spit. But M’xx had never been stretched like this before. “Ian...”

“Shh, shh.... Just hang on, I promise...” Ian got a little deeper with each thrust. Hitting M’xx magic spot sooner than he anticipated, judging by the change in expression. Diomian anatomy, he guessed. He felt M’xx relax around him. 

“Fuck... Ian.... That’s.... I never felt anything that good....”

Ian smirked. “That’s why.... You should trust me, Princess. I know what’s best for you better than you do...”

“Mmm....”

He could feel himself getting close. He would have happily cum deep inside M’xx’s ass, but had a better idea. He pulled out, the Princess letting out a whimper at the loss. He gave his dick a few last tugs, cumming all over M’xx’s chest and face.

“W-what.... What is that?” The Princess looked confused, but still blissed out. Of course, they reproduced with spit in a laboratory. They had no reason to ejaculate.

“It’s cum... Try it...” He commanded, untying her.

M’xx, eyes still locked with Ian’s, obeyed. Swiping some from her face with a finger, she tasted it. 

“You like it, bitch?”

“It’s weird....”

“Well, you better get used to it. You’re gonna do what I tell you, aren’t you Princess? And you’re gonna be covered in that a lot more than you aren’t.”

“Oh, really?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Think again...” Before Ian could even think of a response, the Princess had grabbed his wrists, flipping the two over so he was now in the vulnerable position. She must have been hiding that strength.... “Alright Ian, you pathetic one-penis earth gir-BOY!”

“Come on, M’xx...”

“That’s Princess M’xx, cunt!” She slid upwards, sitting on Ian’s chest. “What the fuck are these?”

“Those are my nipples! And you’re fucking hurting them!”

“Good, they’re fucking weird! Anyways... You’re gonna suck your Princess’s dick!”

“Oh, that’s what you want? Desperate to get off, are we?”

“Shut up! Get on the ground! On your knees. Kneel before your Princess!” She demanded, rolling off. Ian could use the oppurtunity to get back the upper hand, but decided to play along. He kneeled down on the fuzzy pink carpet, M’xx sliding off the bed and looming over him. “Go on,” Just like before, M’xx found himself overwhelmed with the feeling. Who could ever anticipate such a weakening, overload of pleasure. Ian grabbed her ass from behind, and M’xx didn’t complain. Course, it was weird to suck someone off without the ‘big finish’ so to speak. Still, at least M’xx could still orgasm from his dick.

“Mmm.... Ian that was so good....”

“You give a mean one yourself.”

“Is this what love feels like?”

“Umm... Let’s see how we feel about that in the morning....”

Gladiolus cheating on S/O Part 3

Hey guys :) Here’s the last part of Gladiolus’ cheating.

Poll results are at the bottom so I won’t spoil the outcome^^.

1st Part ; 2nd Part ; 3rd Part  // Noctis cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Prompto cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Ignis cheating 1 ; 2 // Ravus cheating

Words: 3700+

Genre: Angst, heartbreak, getting better, life changing decisions

Spoilers: None

Trigger warnings: Cheating, depression, disability

There was no light at the end of the tunnel. She tried to move on, tried to find forgiveness in her heart for him but it was impossible. Gladiolus' selfishness and ignorance regarding her complicated pregnancy were what caused her physical disability.. How could she ever forgive something so severe, something so life changing?

She was missing out on her baby's life, couldn't take part in most activities, couldn't teach her how to walk or write, couldn't even protect her alone. It was all Gladio's fault.. And that upset her greatly. Nonetheless, she tried. She really did. Eventually, she finally gave in and even exchanged kisses with him - for the sake of Heather. Although it hurt her and every physical intimacy reminded her of how other females had the privilege to touch him, too, she thought of her little girl that wanted her parents to be happy so badly. Heather was old enough to understand that they had been fighting, that something was wrong. Of course, she always asked, was noisy but to fix it, she always demanded her parents to hug. Each and every time, they did as she asked, holding up the façade of a happy family. Both wanted their daughter to experience that happy, unbreakable family. But it was unbearably hard.

All Gladio's 'I love you's, subtle touches, delicate kisses.. They kept breaking his S/O's heart. Over and over again. For the moment it lasted, it felt good.. But so bittersweet. Knowing she was slowly but surely sliding out of his hands worried him greatly. He bought gifts, made food, invited her to dates but it wasn't easing the pain in her heart. With each improvement she managed to accomplish, he started getting more anxious about her leaving. Imagining to lose both his girlfriend and their daughter scared him endlessly. Gladio was well aware that this was his mistake, that he was the one causing all this; it was his dream to make it all up. But that was a dream that would probably never come true.. He'd have to live with this guilt until the day he'd die. All he could do was support her, pay her bills as much as he could and care for their daughter. He dedicated his life to them.

Therefore, seeing his best friend carelessly flirt when his girlfriend surely upset him. He was boiling with jealousy every time he witnessed it. That she didn't care about it, even played along, only made it worse. His fear mixed with anger and he couldn't stop himself from letting it out. Instead of turning his anger at his girlfriend or daughter, he spent hours at the gym, worked out mercilessly. His behavior didn't stay unnoticed, his S/O knew something was off.. And she also knew what it was. But it actually didn't bother her all too much; it only gave her more time with Ignis. 

Although she knew she shouldn't, she really enjoyed spending time with him. He always listened, always lent a hand, always understood. On top of that, he always gave her adorable compliments. Ignis was a great friend.. And deep down she slowly started falling for his beautiful eyes and that wonderful smile. His hugs were great too. And his words, his accent were undeniably charming.

That she was growing feelings for another man ended up disturbing her more than she imagined. It felt so wrong but so right. However, she knew she had to hold back. Gladio, even though he did it himself, didn't deserve to be cheated on. So for the time being and until she was certain about her feelings, she just hopped in on the flirting but denied anything physical. That little bit of flirting was already enough to make her feel bad.

At least Heather loved Ignis, too. She considered him her uncle, always played with him whenever she could. In some way, he took her mother's role. All her mother could do was sit and watch.. Until Ignis changed that. He helped her sit on the floor, made sure pillows were supporting her back, giving her the ability to sit comfortably. While she still couldn't move her right arm, she could at least use her left arm to hold up her daughter's favorite toy. What really made this special was that she could finally cuddle her properly. They could lay next to each other on some pillows, have naps together. It was a nice change. All those months before, her back hadn't been stable enough to support the ability to sit, she would've slumped. But now that it was fine, her hard work paid off, new possibilities were opened to her. Enjoying more time with her daughter was one of them. Yes, she still needed help getting on and off the floor - but this was still a huge difference. Heather immediately approved of it, couldn't wait to cuddle her mom. Much to everyone's surprise, that little kid was incredibly understanding about her mother's condition. She didn't understand entirely but was raised on knowing her mother couldn't feel some parts of her body, sometimes couldn't be with her in return - but that she loved her regardless of that. It was insanely cute that, nowadays, she kept asking her mother if she could feel her legs or if she could help make them better.

Of course, that little bundle of joy lover her father, too. She loved being with him, play-fighting with him, playing with his hair. Heather appreciated that after working for so long, he came home. She was always the first to "run" up to him and hug his legs. He was often in charge of telling her about his adventures - she's always been very curious. Those were usually her bedtime stories. Those two were as good as inseparable. And that was exactly why Gladio's S/O was scared of breaking up with him. As time passed by, her curiosity for Ignis grew immensely.. But she didn't want to lose her baby. And aside from that, she felt terribly selfish for wanting to leave Gladiolus but she couldn't go on. Being with him felt more and more wrong with each day passing by. Kisses, sweet caresses, loving words - it all felt like lies. Her kisses began to get sloppier, her touches didn't feel as soft anymore and when Ignis finally confessed his feelings for her, she knew it had to come to an end. For too long had she been living with this lie, it was slowly eating away at her seams. The former love of her life deserved the truth.

"Gladio.. Can.. Can we have a talk?" she asked, sitting on the couch with a book in her lap.

It was Saturday evening, Gladio had just brought Heather to bed. The couple shared a lot of laughs today, both were in good moods for once and actually got along. A lot of the times they ended up arguing once their girl was in bed.. But today they both seemed to be fine. So his S/O finally collected her courage to tell him the truth.

"Sure.." he replied, biting his lip hard.

He knew. He knew their relationship was crumbling, that her interest was decreasing just as quickly as he love for him. He knew Ignis had feelings for her - they were best friends.. He had to confess to him, too. Losing her was still his biggest fear but during his workout sessions, he came to the conclusion that he'd have to let go if that's what she wanted. He'd still support her. But the future of their tiny princess would be altered.. And that's what worried him most. So far he couldn't tell if she'd choose to stay with him or her mom.. And he didn't want her to have to choose either. All these decisions scared him tremendously. He didn't want it to end but he would accept her decision.. At least that's what he told himself over and over again.

"Come sit with me" she smiled softly, patting the spot beside her.

Without saying another word, he walked over to her. This scenario already reminded him of when he introduced the idea of celebrating their 9th anniversary. The sadness in her eyes, the tears.. It upset him. After his confession, she stopped speaking to him for at least a week.. It hurt him, but he knew he deserved it. He hated himself for what he did. Needlessly to say, they didn't celebrate their anniversary. It was just another normal day. 

"What's on your mind?" he spoke, returning a faint smile.

"Gladiolus.. I.. I have to be honest with you.." she started, gulping between her words, "Our.. Our relationship - oh, six - I think w-we both know it's not exactly going uphill.."

That was all he needed to hear, tears shot in his eyes. That was it.

"I.. I treasure you. We spent good years together, had lots of fun but I.. I've been thinking a lot about us recently.. And..- we can't go on this way" she broke to him, her own eyes slowly filling up with tears; this was more difficult than she imagined it to be, "I'm hurting. I know it's been years since you c-cheated on me but I.. I can't forget it. I can't unsee it. Whenever I look at you I see what you did with those two girls. Right now, while I know you're extremely busy, I can't help but imagine that you have some kind of 'fuck buddies'. I.. I don't think I can ever regain my entire trust in you."

"Did you think about Heather in this?" he immediately returned, his heart racing a mile a minute yet feeling like it had been torn from his chest.

Although he tried to prepare for this, he currently didn't know what to do.

"Of course I have, Gladio. I know that we have a beautiful daughter that's unfortunately caught up in this. I know I'm probably selfish for wanting to end our relationship. But.. But we're both getting older and I don't want to waste your time any longer.. I don't want you to think I'm using you" she explained, folding her hands in her lap, "I really wanted us to work out. I promise I tried hard to ignore my own feelings in this.. But I can't. I.. I love you as a friend and you definitely still mean the world to me along with our daughter.. But I don't think we can work this out.."

For a few moments, silence surrounded the former couple. Neither knew what to say. Gladio fought his feelings. His self-hatred, undeniable anger and frustration but also his sadness. He had never experienced such heartbreak before.

"You're not wasting my time, I'm grateful for every moment I can spend with you.. And I don't think you're using me…" he started rambling on words, "I.. I-.."

"I'm sorry Gladio.." she apologized, quickly reaching out for his hands to hold them, "I know this is sudden.. But I can't keep this from you any longer.."

They had been together for long enough, she knew when he was struggling with his emotions. As someone that grew up without being allowed to show any kind of sadness, not even hint at it, these situations were new to him. He had yet to learn how to handle it, often just got angry at himself for feeling the way he did. His head lowered, he glanced at her hands. Back when he first found out about her pregnancy, he wanted to get married to her right away. Before he gave in to temptation, he was furiously planning on proposing to her. After everything went to hell and back, he refrained from doing so. He wanted to wait for the right time.. Now he knew that time would never come. Looking at her empty hand - the hand that was supposed to hold his ring - made him regret never asking her. Sure, she would've probably declined but at least he would've let her know how much she truly means to him. He felt like he missed out on that, perhaps didn't give his all. For just a moment, he intertwined their fingers, squeezed her hand tightly. It was his way of releasing emotions. He didn't want to cry..

"I.. No. - Ignis told me about his feelings for you.. It's because of him, right?" Gladio smiled sadly, slowly turning his gaze over to her.

"I c-can't deny that" she returned, sucking in her lip shortly after.

"If you two start dating, I hope he knows what a damn jewel he's got" Gladio stared right into her eyes as he spoke.

"That's n-not..-.." she rung for words, wanting to talk herself out of it.

"It's okay. I appreciate your honesty. And if you two really find happiness within another then.. I'm happy" he smiled through his pain, concealing it, "I don't wanna stand in your way."

Knowing him all too well, she knew that he was lying. He was hurting badly.

"Gladio.." she just breathed out, her eyebrows lowering to a gentle frown.

"I.. I'm sorry for my mistakes. What I did was indeed unforgivable.. I don't blame you for not being able to forgive and forget - I couldn't either if I were in your position. Nonetheless, I.. I was hoping my actions would prove to you that you mean the world to me" he gave in and admitted, "I was hoping we could eventually get married and become a real family. I'm sure Heather would've been perfect as the flower girl."

As she heard that, she couldn't help but shed a few tears. Imagining the scene in her head was adorable.. But it was truly unfortunate that it would never happen.

"Oh-.. I'm sorry" he apologized as he realized that she started crying and quickly used one of his hands to wipe her tears away, "I didn't mean to make you cry. D-don't feel guilty.. Or selfish. If being with me isn't good for you and you'd prefer to be with Ignis.. Or alone.. Then that's totally fine. I don't want you to torture yourself for me. I'm sure Heather will understand.. She always does. She's a smart kid."

Feeling his hand against her cheek one last time made her choke on her breath. Realizing that this would probably be the last time he'd do that suddenly hurt a lot more than she imagined. Even though she firmly believed that breaking up with him was the right decision, it still hurt. Over 9 years can't be erased that easily. 

"I-I don't want us to break up on bad terms. I still want to be in touch with you. I want to know how you're doing. I still want to be there for you.." she input quickly. 

"I know, I know. You're a good-hearted person. I've been able to experience that for long enough to know that you're a literal angel" he smiled at her, "I'd love to be in touch with you as well. And I hope you know that, no matter what, you can always talk to me."

"Thank you" she returned, swallowing down more tears.

"We'll probably take a few days.. Maybe even months to figure all this out. Do you want me to sleep on the couch until we find a solution?" he suggested, trying hard to maintain a calm demeanor and to not break down.

"No.. No, this is our bed. I trust you not to try and funny business. And I don't want you to be uncomfortable.." she shook her head, "But we..-.. I really want us to continuously raise Heather together. Maybe we can.. Slowly introduce the idea of us not dating anymore to her but in a way that she knows we don't hate each other. I don't ever want her to think bad of you, nor do I want her to think bad of me because of our decisions."

"I agree.." he nodded, "She loves both of us. She wants to be with both of us.. - I don't know how we'll do this when either of us moves out. She's so young.. I don't want her to have to choose between either of us.. Nor do I want her to just stay with either of us and miss the other one. We.. We really need to make sure she doesn't suffer from this."

"Yeah.. That's my biggest fear" she lowered her head.

"No, don't worry. We'll find a solution" Gladio returned right away, trying to be uplifting. 

"I hope you're right" she replied.

Afterwards, both remained silent for a few minutes, just taking in each others presence. Gladio was on the brink of crying, he was fighting hard.

"I'm surprised you're so.. Calm.." she broke their silence.

"Well,.. I.. I figured I had lost. From the moment I saw Ignis flirt with you, I knew my time was running out. When I was working out, I contemplated how to react when you'd break the news to me. At first I was convinced I'd beg you to stay.. Because that's what I want. But then I realized how selfish it would be. I love you.. And I only want what's best for you. And if someone else is better for you than me.. Then I'll support you getting with them. I decided to accept reality. All those past years, you've been rather cold to me - which is fine, I understand - so I tried to prepare for the worst" he explained, lowering his head once again, "But I don't feel prepared."

"I'm sorry" she apologized again. 

"Don't be. I should be the one apologizing. I kept secrets from you because I knew I'd lose you. That was wrong. I should've never betrayed you… because you honestly don't deserve that. While you were carrying the most wonderful gift one could ever ask for, suffering tremendous pain all the while, I went out to be the worst of a boyfriend I could possibly be" he frowned about his own behavior as he spoke, "You don't deserve this. You deserve better."

"As dumb as it may sound.. We all make mistakes. I still think that you're a good person. Aside from those mistakes, you've always been a good boyfriend. Yes, my pregnancy was shit. We were both acting up during that time. But I appreciate you. You will always have that special place in my heart. I will always love you in some way" she tried to comfort him, knowing that he was fighting his tears.

As she said that, he cracked a smile: "You'll always be special to me, too. And of course, I'll always love you."

Again, silence filled the room as the two just stared at each other, smiling faintly. "Can I .. Have a hug?" Gladio asked, feeling that his wall was about to crumble.. But he didn't want her to see.

"Anytime" she replied, smiling softly while she embraced him with her arms.

The second the former couple hugged, he started sobbing. He tried to suppress it.. But couldn't. Instead of showing her his face, he buried it in her neck. He wanted to take her in deeply one last time. At the same time, he didn't want her to feel guilty. Tears unwittingly left his eyes. He held her tightly, yet was so careful not to crush her. With each moment, his heart broke a little more. He lost her. He lost the one he loved so much because of his own mistakes. Probably to his best friend, too. She rubbed his back, tried her best to comfort him. After so many years of dating she knew how he was. She knew he didn't want her to witness this. It took him a while to finally regain his composure. Then they went to bed.. Just like they did through all those years.

For months, that cycle repeated. They had yet to figure out how all of this was supposed to work out. Their master plan was two connected houses. Or looking for two apartments that were in the same building, optimally even connected as well. Meanwhile, they slowly introduced to Heather that the love they shared was a different kind: a friendship one. She probably didn't quite understand that yet.. But she was happy for them nonetheless. She really was just a cheerful child.

Ignis and Gladio's ex got closer in no time. Yes, it hurt the shield greatly.. But he loved both these people so much, he tried his best to just be supportive. Eventually, they decided to start dating but they took it very slow. Heather wasn't supposed to know yet. But that also meant that Gladio received his final goodbye kiss. The former couple kissed one last time before she got together with Ignis. And that kiss lingered on his lips for ages. Probably forever.

As months passed by, they finally found two suitable apartments that weren't too expensive but wheelchair friendly. The contract was signed and within a few more days, they moved in, started living separately. It was a huge step for both of them. They missed each other.. But Gladio's ex at least had Ignis to dry her tears. 

Heather had a room at both their places. Her parents had keys to both apartments. They remained good friends after all. Sometimes they even had sleepovers, typically when Heather was sick. She was their top priority and whenever she was sick, she tended to cry for both her parents. She needed both of them. It was a little complicated but definitely manageable.

Gladio was willing to pay for both their apartments on top of all the bills. He still blamed himself for everything and refused to force another burden on his beloved ex by dropping his support. Of course, she highly appreciated it but she also began looking for minor jobs once her health allowed it. 

The relationship with Ignis and her was going incredibly good. He did everything for her, loved her endlessly. That she wasn't ready for too much physical intimacy didn't bother him. He knew her story and was willing to wait no matter how long it'd take. He was serious about this. And grateful that his best friend wasn't acting up about it. They remained friends, spoke about everything. Gladio never failed to remind him that he should better treat her right. 

The life of the former couple was changing greatly but their relationship even improved. They were better friends than they used to be. They were closer than they used to be. But nonetheless, they were separated. 

Deep inside, Gladiolus hoped that someday, he would be given another chance.. That someday, they could be the tiny family they always wanted to be. But if that someday would ever happen, was written in the stars.

Poll results:

Masterlist ; 1st Part ; 2nd Part ; 3rd Part  // Noctis cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Prompto cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Ignis cheating 1 ; 2 // Ravus cheating

Top Surgery, Tattoos, & Implants: Body Mods

Hey guys, as some of you know I have a skin disease, ummm…but I chose not to wear makeup today because, it just doesn't seem appropriate for the situation that we have. What I'm talking about today is a video I made on Onision Reacts where I spoke of breast implants and I said that I, or I implied - I don't know if I out right said it, but I heavily implied that people that get breast implants when they aren't needed are freaks. I lost a lot of you right now because humans are creatures of emotion and not logic - you can't listen to something all the way through if someone does something, you just react emotionally and that's the end of it. For those of you that are still here the definition of freak covers people that are abnormal. So in a big way I'm a freak. You know if you actually look at what words mean in the language that your speaking. It is very important what those words mean because otherwise what does anything you say matter, if they don't have meaning. If the words your saying don't have definitions, it means nothing. This is why definitions are so important. So when I say someone is a freak, it's not necessary an insult. First off, it's just something that people react to emotionally and has a certain impact because very few people want to be freaks. ummm, okay. I don't mind being a freak myself. I have a skin disease, like I said, rosacea. It's not fun but I don't hate myself for it. I'm not going to go get surgery for it or anything. Not that there is a surgery that I could even utilize to correct my disorder, or disease. Um, but the point of this video is that someone made a very good point that I needed to address regarding transgender people. I said if you get a breast implant that is not needed then you are a freak, or something along those lines. And people where like, what about your spouse? Your spouse has talked about how they wanted to get top surgery so they no longer have breasts. Uh, I would be unhappy with this decision if I'm going to be bluntly honest as usual. I prefer a person with breast, who doesn't have scar tissue all over their chest, and I know this is hard for some of you to receive. I know it's really hard for you. Umm, but some people have these views and if I'm gonna be thrown down for having the views that I have- then so be it, at least you know them as opposed to a lot of other people you may watch who do not tell you their true feelings. Like you find out 'Oh my god, they been a racist this whole time'. It doesn't work with me that way. If i was a racist I would of told you a long time ago. Regardless, I would not be satisfied with my spouse getting top surgery because like I said I prefer the feminism form. Now if my spouse never had breasts in the first place; I would be fine with that because there was no surgery, so was no scar tissue. Let me describe, too much information, but let me describe something for you guys. When I see pornography that shows scars underneath someone's breasts I immediately turn it off. I.. I,'m just so not attracted to fake breasts; it's unbearable. Umm and you know, people want to get breasts alterations. That's their own decision until they start encouraging other people to get the same procedure. You get the same procedure as someone you watched on youtube or something like that. That is partially on the person you watched no doubt for subconsciously influencing you. Acting like it's a good thing. And this is a first world country that most of us are living in; so this is a first world problem. You know, In many countries people have much more important things to worry about than the size of their breasts. So I think we should all stop acting like we are enormous victims of a video where I expressed my opinion and just deal with it as it is. It's an opinion and it's an opinion that I'm allowed to express. It's an honest opinion. You got it straight from the core of my consciousness and it wasn't put through filters. This is who I am, I'm not attracted to people with fake breasts. I do not find scars attractive. I am not turned on by people who, when their breasts bounce they look abnormal. It just doesn't work for me. So, back to the transgender issue. If somebody looked like a boy or looked like a girl, and they did not have any physical alterations, then that's fine. Literally my spouse could have male genitalia so long as it was natural, I would probably be very fine with that. But my issues is when that you take something that is unbroken, something that is in perfect condition and you needlessly alter it. Now if you have breasts too large, ones that will way you down, ones that hurt your back, that is clearly a disability. That's an abnormality- one you need to correct. If your breasts are super small, that's not an abnormality. That doesn't make your health worse or anything like that. So why would you intentionally make your health worse by having someone cut on you? I hope you guys are understanding my point. It has nothing to do with transgirls looking like girls or transboys looking like boys. It has everything to do with whether or not you needlessly go under the scalpel. So what I'm saying is, no, I don't support cutting up genitalia that is perfectly fine. If you want to do it, that's your choice; I can't stop you but I won't say 'yah, you should get that done' because we're human beings. We're flawed. Your genitalia will likely never look like how it perfectly would look if you where born that way. So if you want to identify as a boy. Then identify as a boy. But again, I don't see the logic in cutting on yourself just because you have an identity. I just don't understand it, because surgery a lot of times comes with side effects. It's not like someone can wave a wand and your magically the other thing. If it where like that, I would support it, because there would be no scars - you wouldn't look like something… like a science project. I know that offends people but I can't stop saying true things as I see them. That's why I'm dying probably. That's why my channels are suffering so much, probably. Because I literally do not filter things. I like saying things the way I see them. So, science project, yes I said that. If you have someone that is amazing, who would leave no scars, who would have no health risk, who would generally do a wonderful job, wouldn't leave any foreign objects inside of you, you would still be a 100% yourself, etc. - maybe, maybe that makes sense. But the problem is there are so many consequences, it doesn't make sense long term, and the influences that got you to alter your body in the first place probably weren't healthy. If I see someone that looks like a male but has a breasts; I'm going to call them a male if they want to be called that. If I see a female, but has no breasts and has a bulge in their crotch; I'm going to call them whatever they want to be called. They deserve to identify as that, but when it comes to body modifications… truth be told I have no idea. I don't know what it's like being trans. I don't know what body dysmorphia is all about. I have a skin disease but I still don't know what body dysmorphia is all about. I hope that you guys can appreciate that despite the fact I have the seemingly intolerant opinions of body modifications that are so dramatic. That I'm actually respectful enough to all of you to tell you exactly how I fell rather than BS you for the sake of approval. You know I can say things that would make you love me. I could say things to manipulate you into thinking I was just the most perfect, noncontroversial, likable guy, but there are things in this world that are more important than money. There are things more important than getting everyone to like you; because if they like this fake you- they don't really like you at all. K? So, with all that being said. To the people I upset, that was not my intention. I wasn't intending to hurt feelings. I was intending to speak my thoughts exactly as I thought them. Okay? So it's not like I make any of my videos to bully, or to gang up on people or otherwise be terrible to them. I make these videos because I see things a certain way and I want to express how I feel about those things. Just like most anyone should be able to do. Now I want to apologize for the excessive length of this video, but I feel like a lot of you appreciate me making videos like these and I enjoy talking about what's going on and where I'm coming from. And I know a lot of people will say, you know, whatever hateful thing they want to say in my direction. Obviously for the sake of hurting me, but I'm to use to this. Been doing it for 10 years. One last thing I would like to address is I have tattoos. I have them on my ankle. I have them on my waist. So you may ask, doesn't that make you a freak Greg, because you modified your body. And the answer is yes. If someone said they weren't into tattoos I would fully understand. If they said I was a freak, I would fully understand. And that's just how it is. If someone said I encouraged other people to get tattoos through my having tattoos, I would agree. I would say my having tattoos does encourage other people to get tattoos as well, as it's an advertisement. It's me, someone they may like saying to everyone else 'I approve of tattoos'. Okay? That's why I say when someone gets breast augmentation, and they have a lot of people looking up to them, that they are telling their audience that they prefer their breasts to be a certain size. And if they where the audience member that does not have breast of a certain size, that they would want to do the augmentation to those individuals as well. I'm responding with as much logic and least emotion as I can because emotion does not seem to get us where we want to be. Has not seemed to get me where I want to be. So, with all that being said I hope you better understand my position on trans, on tattoos, and on breast augmentations on hetro females. I don't know why I involved the hetro part. Females. Regardless, I guess I look forward to your feedback. Hopefully you're not too emotional, like so many people where in the past. Completely ignoring what I said and only focusing on whatever they misheard for the sake of making themselves feel better, and trying to make me feel worse.

if you're still taking prompts, can I request a Magnus/Jace high school au, please!

I am so sorry about how late this is… aiusdhfad. But at least it’s finally here?

Ship: Magnus Bane/ Jace Whatever

Bet on You

“You know, that stuff can kill you,” Jace said.

Magnus Bane pulled the cigarette out of his mouth without looking up from the book he was reading under the bleachers. Magnus was… Something else on campus. People called him a goth, but that isn’t quite right. Punk is a shade too far as well. He is himself, and there really isn’t any other social place for him. His nails painted black, and his eyeliner might suggest that he listens to too much Simple Plan, but his tastefully tailored shirts contradict it. Jace would be lying if he said that wasn’t interesting.

“Oh do they?” Magnus asked, his lips twisting up ironically, “tell me, what is it about them that can kill me? Is it the acetone? The ammonia? The Benzine? The Carbon Monoxide? The tar? The arsenic?”

“Um…”

“Don’t presume I don’t know my poisons.”

Jace raised his arms in mock surrender, “my bad.”

Magnus rolled his eyes and looked back down at his book.

“So, what do you know about Magnus Bane?” Jace asked at lunch. He’s on the soccer team, varsity, and people cling to his words. In the back of the cafeteria, eating alone is Magnus- the book he’s holding is different from the one he was reading two days ago.

“Goth,” Clary said, not looking up from her sketch book. She’s on the cheerleading team, but she spends most of her time in the art room- Jace tries and fails to pretend he doesn’t find that endearing.

“What else?”

“Uh, rich dad- not sure what he does. Mom died in fifth grade, I was in his class when he found out. It was horrible…” Clary continues, “why?”

“Nothing, just… curious.”

Isabelle is more helpful, but Jace expected her to be. She knows everything about everyone and maintains the best grades in the class. Jace has no idea how she does it, but he’s lived with her long enough to accept it.

“Talk to you later, Alec,” she said into the phone as Jace walked into her bedroom.

“How is he?”

“Apparently college boys are much better than high school ones,” she said.

Jace smiled, ever since Alec left for college, the house felt oddly large and quiet. Even though his older brother didn’t talk much, he had a way of filling space. It didn’t help that he picked a college on the other side of the country.

“What do you know about Magnus Bane?”

“What’s it to you?”

“Nothing, nothing… I’m just curious.”

Isabelle leveled him with a cutting look, the way she looks at her experiments under a microscope. Her gaze suddenly softened, “um… He has a bit of a thing for college girls. Last I heard, he was dating a twenty-two year old at the Community College- Camille something.”

“Oh… Wow, who knew that guy had so much game?”

Isabelle shrugged, “he’s hot, and he knows it. And he’s got that dark tortured vibe going, muy sexy.”

“If you’re into that sort of thing.”

Isabelle leveled him with an amused grin, “I have a feeling you are.”

“Oh, by all means, please, make yourself comfortable,” Magnus said sarcastically.

Jace plopped himself on the other side of his table at the library and opened his calc textbook. “Thanks, I will.”

Magnus had a book opened (Jace recognized it as the book the AP-Lit kids were working through) and his laptop open.

“Working on Mr. Fell’s essay? I heard it’s a bitch,” Jace commented.

“Small talk? Really? Don’t you have some sophomore cheerleader to feel up?”

“You know,” Jace said, irritation coloring his voice, “I’m just trying to be nice. You don’t need to be such a dick.”

“I neither need nor want your charity, Wayland. I’m doing just fine.”

“Maybe it isn’t charity, jackass. Maybe it’s friendship- heard the term? Or would you like a four syllable synonym? God, I’ll take ‘pseduointellectual douchebags for five hundred, Mr. Tribek’”

Magnus looked at him, surprised, “never figured you for a fan of Jeopardy.”

“There is a lot you don’t know about me,” Jace said, “but you might know that I’m a decent sports player. I can play the long game.”

“Why are you even interested?” Magnus asked, his voice filling with exasperation.

“No one seems to know anything about you,” Jace said. “I mean, they know who you’re dating, and what happened to your mom, but almost no one knows a damn thing about you. Why is that?”

“Maybe there isn’t much to know.”

“Or perhaps,” Jace said, “you’re lonely and don’t know how to fix the problem. Or maybe you’re caught up in a super dangerous, crazy mystery. Either way, I want in.”

Magnus sighed with irritation, “what makes you think I would even want your friendship?”

Jace laughed, all cocky and golden, “who wouldn’t?”

Jace walked into Magnus’s mansion, his father wasn’t there (per usual), but he wanted to see if the other boy was interested in hanging out. It seems like he might be… Busy.

“Oh yes, god, Magnus!” A woman’s voice calls out again.

Ah, Camille. One of Jace’s absolute least favorite people. When he first met her, he had been dazzled of course. But the longer he got the know her the… Creepier her thing with Magnus became. He was Jace’s age, sixteen, she was nearing twenty-two. And she seemed to rejoice in manipulating him, asking him to buy her expensive things and returning the favor with sex and praise.

And Jace knew just how starved Magnus was for affection.

It didn’t help that Jace had become increasingly attached to Magnus, his quick sense of humor and his incredibly kind heart that he hides for no reason.  He especially loves his smile, when Jace is able to really make him laugh. The way he looks down, with a big grin, as if his own happiness surprised him.

They stumbled out of his bedroom ten minutes later.

“Jace, hey,” Magnus said apparently unsurprised to see him, “want some water?”

Jace raised the glass he was already drinking from.

Magnus rolled his eyes, “always making yourself at home.”

“Stop pretending you don’t love it.”

Something behind Magnus’s eyes flashed, which looked vaguely like panic, “ha. Right.”

Camille ticked her eyes to Jace, then to Magnus before twisting her lips into a cruel smile, “what a cute little homo moment. Now, darling, are you going to pour me a real drink?”

He saw the way Magnus’s eyes flinched at the slur, but he didn’t comment. Jace saw his hand hesitate for a second, before reaching for a bottle of whiskey, “yes. Of course.”

Come over.

It was unusual to receive a text from Magnus, so the second he saw it, he rushed over. The lights were off in the huge mansion when he walked in, but he saw Magnus slumped over the couch with a bottle of vodka.

“Jesus, Magnus,” Jace said pulling him into sitting position, “what happened?”

“She’s been cheating on me,” Magnus said, “she… God.”

He immediately started gagging, and Jace moved a trashcan in front of his mouth. He listened to his friend dry heave for a few minutes.

Jace rubbed his back softly, “I’m sorry, man.”

“For months now. And when I found out, she just laughed. Laughed and said I was a stupid high school boy.” Magnus sounded on the verge of tears, “I thought I loved her.”

Jace didn’t know what to say, just pulled Magnus into his arms and let him cry.

“I’m so sorry, Magnus,” Jace said, and he was surprised to find he really was. He might like Magnus, but he never wanted to see Camille leave him. It strikes Jace that he’d never actually seen Magnus express any particular emotion except wry amusement and irritation.

This is much worse.

“And don’t worry,” Jace continued, “she’s failing community college, and eventually her good looks will fade. Meanwhile, you’re going to be a world famous business man with at least three fashionable ex-wives and a fleet of cars.”

Magnus let out a watery laugh, “yeah?”

“Yeah. I know you, you’ll invent some really crazy bomb to sell to the military, and you’ll call it the Camille.”

“How dare you imply that I would engage in war profiteering,” Magnus replied. His voice was still thick and full of tears, but still had that bite of good humor Jace had come to be enamored by- a good sign.

Jace rolled his eyes and tightened his arm around Magnus’s shoulders, “you know what I mean.”

Magnus said nothing and curled deeper into Jace’s chest. He really must be tired, Jace thought, otherwise he never lets me have the last word.

Something imperceptible shifted in their friendship after that, they were always close but they were somehow now even closer. They touched often, when Jace spent the night they shared a bed curled in each other’s arm.

Weeks turned into months, which turned into summer- and their relationship was as close as ever.

“Platonic cuddling,” is what Magnus had called it with a nervous laugh. Jace just smiled and accepted it. He even accepted the “platonic hickeys” they sometimes left on each other’s skin when they watched movies.

After meeting Magnus’s father, the younger Bane made much more sense. His father was aggressively conservative, and needlessly cruel- especially to his son, who he sees as a ‘useless faggot.’ Jace can’t imagine how terrible he’d be if Magnus actually was interested in same gender attraction.

But that is what Jace gets for underestimating Magnus Bane, he supposes.

“You like me,” Magnus said. It’s late and they’re laying in bed together, Jace curled up on Magnus’s chest about to fall asleep the way they usually do.

“Um,” Jace began, aiming for nonchalant but his heart is pounding, “yes? We’re friends. Do we need to walk you through the concept again?”

Magnus pushed him off, so they were looking at each other, face to face, “no. You… You want to date me.”

Jace said nothing, his eyes were wide. All he could feel was terror. Though he might be attracted to Magnus (very attracted) and like him a lot (might even come close to loving him) he really was his best friend first. The thought of losing Magnus now was close to unbearable.

“Well?” Magnus said with a small smile, clearly seeing the fear on Jace’s face, “what are you waiting for?”

“Wh-what?”

Magnus sighed and rolled his eyes, though Jace could see the apprehension and nervousness on his features, “oh you sports players, always favoring action over words.”

With that, he moved slowly (slowly enough for Jace to escape if he wanted to) to kiss him.

It was- well, it wasn’t magical. Jace’s heart was still pounding with terror, making him nearly light headed, and Magnus was too nervous and trigger shy to compensate. Still, laying next to each other in Magnus’s bed, it felt like the best kiss he ever had.

Jace relaxed finally and let his lips twist into a smirk, “I had to wait for you to make the first move, naturally. I am, after all, highly sought after.”

Magnus laughed, tension draining from his broad shoulders, “on street corners, maybe.”

Jace pinched Magnus’s arm, “asshole.”

They got quite again suddenly, staring at each other. Jace raised his hand to Magnus’s face, his finger’s trembling, “can- can I kiss you again?”

Magnus’s eyes were shining in the dark as he nodded yes, Jace swallowed and pressed his lips to Magnus’s again and this time… This time was much better. They moved in slow tandem, a soft press of limbs and lips, Jace wouldn’t help but smile into it. He smiled even more when he felt Magnus’s returning grin on his mouth.

Fuck, feeling that smile was somehow even better than looking at it.

“You can not be serious,” Magnus said looking at the jacket in his hands.

“Oh come on, babe,” Jace said with a smile, “please? You’ll look so good in my Varsity Jacket at the game.”

Magnus’s long, ringed fingers grasped the harsh fabric, and his perfectly painted nails glinted in the sun. Jace is not sure he’s ever felt happier.

“It clashes,” Magnus said observing it. “It clashes with everything. It somehow even clashes with itself. How is that possible?”

“Fine,” Jace said with a sigh moving to take back the jacket when he felt Magnus cling tight to it.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t wear it,” Magnus said with a resigned sigh and slipped the jacket over his shoulders.

It made Jace chuckle, for most of the other guys on the team their letter jackets were huge on their girlfriends. But on Magnus, who was just as tall, broad and athletic as Jace, it basically looked the same.

Still, he wouldn’t deny the primal joy of seeing his name written on his boyfriend’s back.

“You better win,” Magnus said when Jace hadn’t responded, “I’ve got a lot of money riding on this pool.”

“You bet on the game?”

“Of course, darling,” Magnus said with a glint in his eyes. “But don’t worry, I always bet on you.”

Jace pulled Magnus in for a kiss, “good. I bet on you, too.” 

So I just finished watching Hyperdimension Neptunia: The Animation.

For an anime based on a video game, I was expecting a lot worse.

In fact, it fixes a lot of the problems I had with the first game (which is the only one I’ve played). The writing is, surprisingly, not horrible. The various plotlines in the anime have actual ups and downs to them - situations that genuinely do deserve to be taken completely seriously. The game kinda just maintains the exact same tone all the way through, so it’s hard to take much of it as seriously as it wishes you would. The anime, though, has silly moments, serious character development moments, and completely ball-emptying fan service moments. Distinct and separate from each other.

The game tried to throw humor into every situation possible (or at least, the localization did), which killed tension pretty hard in any scene where you were supposed to do something other than laugh. In the anime, when the Sisters first learn to transform, they don’t shoehorn jokes in where they don’t belong. When Neptune beats herself up about how she treated Peashy, the anime doesn’t overexaggerate her reclusion to ridiculous extremes. The scene demands serious attention and respect. This alone makes the anime far better than the first game could ever be. That’s right! I said it! The anime is better than the first game!

That said, it’s not without its problems. As cool as it was to see all my favorite characters fully animated (NEPGEAR IS PERFECTION), the fight scenes were boring, for the most part. The transformation outfits are already on the borderline of what I can take seriously, but the fan service in the fight scenes was unnecessary. Like... it’s not titillating. You know what’s titillating? When the goddesses (and Nepgear, for some reason I won’t complain about) go to a nudist beach and poke fun at Japanese law’s aversion to cartoon private parts. But when they’re fighting Magiquone (because I refuse to acknowledge the ridiculous name the localization gave her), I’m too busy considering the stakes of the battle to care about seeing the White Sisters’ butts. This is also why the overblown magical girl transformation sequences annoyed me, and I’m glad they were fazed out fairly early on.

Also, the anime fails to make any distinction between shmuck enemies and Risky enemies. Maybe this is a pet peeve borne from my 102 hours of the game, but a single SP attack (or, god forbid, an EXE combo finisher) should not be able to fell an Ancient Dragon. The only way to tell how tough a battle would be was by the number of enemies. And that’s boring! Plus - and this also might be because of the game - it was a little underwhelming to never see them use their EXE attacks. Where’s my Neptune Break? Where’s my Infinite Slash? Come on, those attacks are cool! But then again, maybe that’s for the best. They couldn’t even make the SP attacks memorable.

Oh, and one more complaint about the fight scenes: they weren’t choreographed well. Just about every last one of them opened with one of the goddesses taking an attack she could have easily blocked or dodged. It’s a little hard to invest myself in a fight when the good guys act stupider than dirt.

Moving on, the story was actually fairly solid for the most part. I greatly enjoyed the Magiquone arc, especially the minor character development we got from the Sisters (as I haven’t played as them long enough to grow attached to anyone but Uni). But then the Eden arc came along and really tested my patience. My only real complaints with it are Plutia and Peashy. Good lord, they’re annoying! I think Plutia was just a test to see how slowly HanaKana was able to speak without making viewers put an ax through their screens. If it weren’t for Iris Heart, I could never have tolerated her. And Peashy? Honestly, I don’t know what anyone saw in her. She refused to respect other people’s property (going so far as to steal and even destroy it), she repeatedly got needlessly violent, and her voice was unbearable. All of this could be understandable for a toddler character, except she had no redeeming qualities. At all. Not even one. For that reason, the character drama in the Eden arc didn’t feel believable - though I still commend DavPro for the effort. It’s more than the game did, after all.

When this anime is good, though, it’s good. The island episode and the OVA in particular embody everything that the Neptunia franchise claims to be. They both were able to separate the silly from the serious, and they both had adequate helpings of both. Plus, we got some good interactions from the tropes I MEAN CHARACTERS that we all know and love. There’s also the fact that alt-Noire in the OVA was wearing the exact same outfit I had my Noire wear until I unlocked the idol outfit, so there’s that too.

My final score for Hyperdimension Neptunia: The Animation is a seven out of ten.

The other day, I made a post about the very negative impression of the series that the first game has left on me so far, but the anime is making me seriously consider getting Re;Birth 2 now. Granted, its writing achieves varying degrees of success - ranging from good to outright failure - but it at least knows what makes a story arc interesting and tries to achieve that, while the first game just fumbles around in the dark and hopes something works. I’ve heard rumors that Re;Birth 2 can get pretty serious at times, so I have high hopes for it. Once I get enough money, I think I’ll get it.

Don’t hold your breath, though - I gotta pay to eat at that maid cafe somehow.