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nouklea · 6 months

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Fic Tag Game!

I was tagged by @beri-allen, @writerrose1998, @cosmic-lullaby and @wileyonce. Thanks! <3

20 questions below the cut:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your AO3 word count?

136,228

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Wednesday for now. I used to write for StarWars (see question 12) but no traces remains from that era.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Woe of Wrath

I'm on my Way

Variations on a Main Theme - 1

A Second Chance for a First Impression

Five Minutes Earlier

5. Do you respond to comments?

As much as possible. Usually I respond to every comment, even if it's just to say a quick Thank You. The only fic on which I haven't done that is Woe of Wrath, if fell into limbo and I have a hard time focusing on it right now. And I feel kind of weird to answer comments after several months of silence, but the more I wait the weirder it gets...

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Doomed is a Dead Dove Do Not Eat fic. The entire text is dark, including the ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I will go with Double-Date With Dad. Farewell Xavier Thorpe ends on a really good note too (if you are not a fan of Xavier).

8. Do you get hate on fics?

It never happened. Fingers crossed.

9. Do you write smut? What kind?

I try. I find it difficult for two reasons. First, it's tough to avoid clichés. When you read smut, you end up noticing some general patterns, and I do my best to stay away from those. Second, I'm not a fan of some popular kinks, for instance I can't stand the expression "good girl", and therefore I'm not interested in writing it, even if I keep reading authors that use them. Some people probably think my smut fics are boring, too soft, too ordinary. But I don't care (yeah, I do, but shh).

10. Do you write cross-overs?

No. And I have a really hard time reading cross-overs too. And I hate cross-overs in tv shows. Complete respect to authors, however. It's just not my thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. I guess I could translate my own fics in French since it's my native language, but for now I don't see any reason to do so.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, I did. It was a weird kind of toxic partnership. The other person was responsible for writing the general plot (because my ideas weren't good enough), and I had to turn every page he wrote into a three-pages long section, adding descriptions and filling the blanks. And correct the spelling and grammar, and add better vocabulary...

13. What WIP would you like to finish but doubt you ever will?

I hope I will finish every WIP I currently have, even if they tend to pile up (WIP bunnies...). My biggest challenge is to go back to Woe of Wrath. It is my first fic, it is a multi-chapter one, and I started to write it just to let the steam out after a twenty-years-long writing hiatus, so the outline was not super clear, there are many plot holes I try to fix, the sentences and vocabulary are bad... I know where I want to take the story and how it ends, but it's hard not to want to start over.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

For fanfics I'll say Weyler because it's the only thing I've ever written. Now besides that... For those who read Guy Gavriel Kay, I'm forever bound to the Diarmuid/Sharra ship, followed by Paul/Jaelle. Quite fond of the Clary/Jace ship in The Mortal Instruments (The books! Don't talk to me about the movie or the tv show!)

15. What are your writing strengths?

No damn idea. I've been asking myself the same question since I was thirteen.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Probably not being able to answer question 15. Imposter syndrome.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

In French it's not a problem, of course. I've done it in Impulsion. I have studied Latin for two years in highschool so I felt comfortable enough to translate a few sentences in Woe of Wrath. For other languages, I would only do so if I can find a beta reader fluent in this specific language to correct the grammar. I cringe everytime I read English fics with badly written French dialogs, it makes me loose the focus on the story (Same for tv shows, by the way. Come on, you have 2 millions $ to produce an episode and you can't find someone to double-check your French sentence?). It's really hard for me not to comment with a correction (AO3 etiquette: do not provide corrections unless the author specifically asked for it). I don't want to inflict that on my readers by butchering their native language.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars. It was a long time ago (in a galaxy far far away), when there were only three movies and a few books (Timothy Zahn forever!). And for those who wonder how old I am, I used to write with WordPerfect, DOS version (it was the pre-Windows era). It had a blue background (terrible for the eyes) and some keycodes you had to use to change the font to bold or italics. Since you can't visualize anything in DOS (it's not a wysiwyg), it used colors, so you had to remember what it meant (yellow letters meant italics...). And I used to save those texts on a floppy my mom took to her office to print.

19. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

It's not a popular one, but I really like Monologue for a Hyde. I like the tone. Pretty happy with Fuck Me Once Shame on You, Fuck Me Twice Shame on Me, too.

20. What fic would you want to rewrite one day?

Woe of Wrath without a doubt. With a proper plan, and a lot of plot holes avoided (that damn cellphone...)

I will tag the Death Metal and Glitter Club members whose Tumblr ids I know, aka @anotherbluesunday, @tastethesetears, @darling-gemini, @darlingfuego,

As well as @broken-everlark, @persephoneed, @bithablu, @allergictocolor and @insomniac1994.

#tag game

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lovemyromance · 2 months

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SJM, is this your burner account?? I’m onto you 👀😂

yes 😩 you caught me 😔

I’m trying to test out new ideas, do you think you can help me?:

What if … the cauldron was made… by Danika??

All roads and loose plot holes must be tied up by Danika, right?

Or, Or what if Tharion is secretly Lucien’s child 😱

And Shh, you didn’t hear it from me, but Tamlin is actually Fenrys under the control of the Koschei & the Crown 🤫🤫

And ACOTAR6 is actually a Snow White and the seven dwarves retelling where Amren is Snow and the inner circle is the dwarves. 🫣🫣

What do we think? Personally, I think it’s still a better plotline than the random savior-complex Illyrian thing, or the healing journey of one of many many many characters that has had trauma in ACOTAR

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marvelouslytrekking · 3 years

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Idk if you're still doing your secret list thing but.... Peggy and 25? 💚

Pairing: Peggy Carter/Stark!Reader Word Count: 788 Warnings: A few swear words A/N: Okay this got a little away from me! But I hope you enjoy! Also I got sucked into watching the first episode cause I was trying to remember exactly what she was helping Stark with (not that I actually even used that detail but shh it’s fine!)

You rolled over in your bed, ready to snuggle back up with your girlfriend but you found the bed empty. You sighed before sitting up while rubbing your eyes. You left the bed and headed towards your kitchen, there was a chance that she had just woken up and needed a drink or something.

You shouldn’t have been surprised, the last few weeks she had been sneaking out during the night. At first you let it slide, you trusted her and knew that her job made it so she wasn’t allowed to tell you many things, but this felt like too much.

You looked at the clock and noticed it was nearly 4am. You decided that you wouldn’t sleep knowing she was out there doing god knows what, so you would just stay up and when she got back you were going to question her. You needed to know.

Around an hour later you heard the door open quietly. You watched as Peggy moved through the room as quietly as possible, not noticing you at first.

You cleared your throat, her head shot up to you, surprise written all over her face.

“What are you doing awake?” Peggy asked you.

“What am I doing awake?” You repeated her. Anger bubbling to the surface. “What the hell are you doing sneaking off in the middle of the night?!”

“You know I can’t tell you.” Peggy sighed.

“Like hell you can’t!” You yelled. It was one thing not to know detail but with her sneaking around, not even telling you goodbye, you couldn’t help but think the worst. “Tell me where you have been sneaking off to!”

“I-” Peggy paused, you could tell she was going to try to avoid the question again.

“I want an answer, goddammit!” You yelled. “You have left in the middle of the night nearly 4 times now! I don’t understand, I know what your job is, if it was for work you could just tell me you were leaving for work. This is something else. I know it. You either need to tell me what’s happening, or you need to find a new place to stay.”

You hated the thought of Peggy leaving, but you just couldn’t continue to not know what was happening.

“Okay.” Peggy sighed. She could tell you were serious and she hated to keep secrets and she definitely didn’t want to lose you. “Let’s sit.”

You follow her to the table and start to fidget with your tea, suddenly finding the mug very interesting.

“It’s nothing that you’re thinking it is.” She started. “I am just doing some work that is off of SRR’s radar. I didn’t want you to know because I didn’t want to put you at risk.”

“What is the job?” You asked. You believed her, you had honestly figured it was something like this. Peggy was not the person that would ever cheat. But sometimes your brain starts to go down dark rabbit holes.

“I-” Peggy sighed, you knew she wanted to keep it a secret but also knew you deserved to know. “I’m helping your brother. Trying to clear his name, figure out who stole his tech.”

“Oh of course it was fucking Howard.” You groaned, “I should have figured, he always loved to steal women from me.”

Peggy snorted at that, “I promise he won’t be stealing me from you.”

“He better not, I’ll beat his ass.” You joked. While you did hate the idea that Peggy was probably in even more dangerous situations at your brother's expense, you were happy to finally know where she was going. You also were happy to know that with Peggy on your brother's side, his name might actually be cleared.

“I can always help, you know.” You told her after a pause. You watched her frown.

“I want you to stay as far away from this as possible.” She told you. “It’s already bad enough that you now know. Please just keep yourself on the low profile.”

“Okay,” You sighed, you never really could argue with her, and you understood if you were caught doing anything it would just look worse. “Just promise to try to stay in bed a little longer?”

“I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try.” She gave you a tight smile.

“Good, and from now on, you tell me when you’re leaving at night.” You told her. “Just so I don’t wake up worried.”

“That I can promise.” She agreed.

“Good, now let’s go to bed, I’m exhausted.”

“Agreed.”

You slept much better knowing what Peggy was up to, even if you knew it was dangerous. You also were already plotting on ways to help even though you had said you wouldn’t.

#Peggy Carter/reader #Peggy Carter x reader #Agent Carter x reader #Agent Carter/reader #agent Peggy Carter x reader #agent Peggy Carter/reader #Peggy carter #Agent Carter #Agent Peggy Carter #Aimee writes #Aimee writes drabbles

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goblinwithaheart · 3 years

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Unexpected But Not Unappreciated

Dabi x Reader

18+

Word count: 3,500

Dabi's a smartass, and that's putting it lightly. He mouths off one too many times and you decide to do something about it. Unexpectedly for him, you take the wheel in this encounter, and he's all but along for the ride.

PWP/Plot what plot; light dom/sub; afab reader; dirty talk; choking; use of safewords; reader has established quirk

A/N: first fic posted to tumblr! find me on ao3 @ goblinwithaheart and this fic here

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Now, how did we end up here? Dabi thought, his back pressed against the plaster wall of the dingey hole you’d found yourselves in.

Your fingers curled around his throat, a controlled transformation causing sharp, black talons to dig into the scarred skin. You stared up at him, usually so small and demure, your pupils turned into predatory slits. Your grip tightened, and Dabi reflexively swallowed around the pressure you exerted. He felt his Adam’s apple bob against the strength of your palm.

At any point he could engulf the whole room in his hellish blue fire. Dabi knew this--it would be easier even than just batting you away, which was a far cry from difficult in the first place. But there was something about this moment, the feeling in the air, some sort of electricity in the atmosphere, that implored him to see where things were going.

Your lips quirked up, revealing sharp teeth. Every bit the predator, your countenance grew challenging, dainty jaw setting and head tilting. Dabi continued to stare down at you and take in the moment, the inherent threat failing to land. “Care to run that by me again?” You asked, your accent as terrible as always.

And shit--what had he even said? Something smartass for sure, that was a given. But… as he stood there, your hand around his throat, your soft, plush body pressed against him--and that fucking fire in your eyes. Dabi couldn’t remember. Couldn’t think of much beyond the current moment.

Beyond the bulge of his dick pressing against the zipper of his jeans.

Your eyes darted down. Shit, she noticed. Dabi cursed internally, but didn’t allow himself to outwardly express his reaction. He kept his expression level and disinterested, but when you turned your eyes back to his, your pupils dilated back to big, black circles. You must have been able to feel his pulse begin to beat a rapid tattoo under your fingers.

Your smile widened, sharp teeth growing dull. Dabi felt the sting of your talons fade, though your grip remained snug around the column of his throat. “You’re kidding,” you said. A breathy chuckle left you, and ostensibly, you were mocking him. But Dabi could hear the huskiness in your voice. “This does it for you, Dabi?”

Dabi remained steadfast in his silence. Partly because he wanted to be a huge bastard about it, partly because he wasn’t sure what would come out of his mouth. You took note of the man’s stubbornness and tightened your fingers more, your delicate digits pressing deftly into the arteries at the sides of his neck.

Dabi’s own hands flew to grip your arm, his large palms nearly engulfing your entire forearm. “Hey now,” he rasped, voice raw from the pressure and heady from the surge of lust coursing through his body. “We haven’t talked safewords yet.”

He’d meant it as a joke. Another smartass remark like the kind that got him into this situation. But the way your eyes practically lit up..

“Just say red,” you said. He felt your other hand brush across his thigh before you gripped the hard outline of his cock through his jeans. You pressed yourself even closer against him, your ample breasts squishing against his chest to create some positively tantalizing cleavage. “No reason to mess with the classics.”

Dabi smiled, one side of his mouth pulling against the staples in his face. “I always had you pegged for a freak.” He hissed a breath through his teeth when you squeezed his dick. But that smug smile came back immediately. “You fake good girls always are.”

“Fuck off,” you retorted before pulling him down to press your lips against his in a heated kiss.

Dabi was pulled forward and down, his bright blue eyes widening for the quickest second at his counterpart’s sudden action. But when his mismatched lips met your plush, soft ones, he allowed himself to sink into the moment. You pushed your tongue into his mouth and Dabi couldn’t help the groan that bubbled up in his chest.

Fuck, who could blame him though? It’s not like he hadn’t entertained the idea of fucking you before. At one point he’d even had a plan to make a move on you--at least he did until he found out you could transform into a seven-foot-tall demon monster and had way too much fun maiming jerk-ass guys who looked at you for too long.

But this? Oh, this was better than he even thought. Dabi moved his hands to your hips, squeezing the soft flesh beneath his palms. You growled against his mouth, stopping your hand palming his hard cock to move his grip to your ass and guiding him to squeeze.

“Touch me like you’re going to fuck me, goddammit.” Your tone left no room for argument, and honestly, it made Dabi a little weak in the knees.

“Yes ma’am,” he answered, cocky as all hell, his large hands kneading into your flesh like he wanted to own it.

“Mm, good boy.” You purred, and the sound of your arousal-thick praise sent shocks of pleasure down his spine.

God, when he’d imagined it, he thought you’d be this submissive little brat. Let him do whatever he wanted to you. Your body was practically made to be tossed around and told what to do. And he always thought you’d look so good on your knees for him. But you were nothing if not a walking contradiction. Look one way, act another. Kept him more than interested, he knew that.

You separated from him with a desperate gasp. You looked so debauched, Dabi thought. Delicate hair a mess, lips kiss-bruised, cheeks flushed. With the way you were playing him like a fiddle, he was sure he looked much the same.

He didn’t get to ponder the sight for long, though. You had always been surprisingly strong, even in your un-transformed body. And the way that you manhandled him to the dusty floor was nothing short of hot as fuck.

You were on him again, thick thighs straddling his hips, your mouth nipping and sucking the scarred skin on his neck. Dabi grabbed your hips and ground against you, forcing a tiny sound from you. Good fucking god, that one sound really set him off. He wanted more of those. He wanted more of you.

He pushed his hands under your shirt, your hot skin jumping beneath his fingertips. Up and up he went, finally cupping his large hands over your breasts. The tips of his black-painted fingernails peeked under the collar of your tank top, low hem affording the view.

You batted him away impetuously, moving down to begin working on the unmarred skin over Dabi’s pectoral. “I thought--” Dabi hissed as you bit down “--that you wanted me to touch you.”

“‘M busy,” you replied. Dabi was going to pop off with another smartass comment, but the thought died as you moved further down, your fingers busy undoing his jeans. You wasted no time freeing him from the confines of his traitorous pants, your small hand wrapping around the hard, hot length of his cock. “Ooh,” you cooed.

Dabi raised himself to rest on his elbows and the most smug, shit-eating smirk split his features as he peered down at you. Dabi knew what he was working with, had been on the receiving end of more than a few astonished and impressed stares. And you were looking at his cock with absolute hunger, your hand gently stroking up and down, both your eyes and your fingers roving over the series of piercings decorating the underside.

“Never seen you speechless--ah!” Dabi’s sarcastic comment cut off as you quickly sank your mouth down onto him. You drew yourself back up before llicking a wide stripe from base to tip, taking care to run the tip of your tongue between the metal bars. You engulfed the head of his cock again and god, he could lose himself in that hot cavern, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked. “Fuck, angel. You’ve been holding out.”

You only hummed, reaching out to plant his hand into your hair, encouraging him to fist the soft strands and bob you up and down as he pleased. And he did, roughly gripping your hair and tugging, pulling your sweet mouth up and down his length. You squeaked at his rough treatment and then moaned in turn, the vibration feeling amazing as he pushed you down, the head of his dick pressing against the back of your throat.

Fuck, much more of this and he was going to bust, and he wanted nothing more than to pour his load right down your throat. Dabi groaned and the image conjured up in his mind: you peering up at him on your knees, tongue out with his cum dripping down your chin.

“Fuck, babe--god, your mouth is so good.” Dabi panted, fingers tightening in your hair. He could feel that pressure building, his lower abdomen flexing as pleasure ignited the nerves up and down his spine. You were taking him so perfectly, your tongue laving over his length, hands taking care of the rest of him that didn’t fit in your mouth. “Shit, I’m gonna cum!”

And just like that, you tore yourself away, leaving Dabi tethering just on the edge.

“Ah!--What the fuck,” the desperation in his voice was almost embarrassing. Dabi’s hips jerked on their own, but the weight of your body stifled most of the movement. You were clever enough to have also gotten hold of both of his wrists, your nails digging into the scarred skin there, preventing him from finishing what you’d goddamn started. He craned his head up, peering down the length of his body to see you grinning at him in utter delight. “You bitch,” Dabi panted, eyebrows drawn up and together in frustration.

“Shh,” you soothed, leaning down to give the head of his cock a tiny kitten lick. Dabi jerked again in response. “I’m not done with you yet.” You sat up once more and hungrily raked your eyes over him. If Dabi had still been familiar with the concept of shame, the sheer lewdness of your stare may have embarrassed him. “God, don’t you look so handsome underneath me. All desperate, wanting to cum so bad.” You flicked your eyes to his. “Color?”

For a moment, Dabi was confused. His mind was focused on the singular goal of getting off, all his thoughts hazy through the fog of pleasure coursing through his body, his desperate need to cum. Then he remembered, and dropped his head back to the floor with a dull thud. “All green,” he groaned, “just fucking touch me.”

You chuckled darkly. “Good boys get rewards, Dabi.” He felt you release his hands, and he peeked back down to see you run your hands up your thighs. His gaze zeroed in on the movement. Your palms caressed over your hips, across the dip of your waist, and rested to cup the globes of your breasts. Your hands kneaded the supple flesh through the material of your oversized tank top. “Show me you can be a good boy and I'll let you cum.”

Let him cum? Normally, Dabi would have scoffed, unimpressed with that little power play. He wasn’t in the habit of having anyone let him do anything. But this time… It was doing it for him. Maybe it was something to do with how he’d imagined fucking you more nights than not recently. Or maybe it was how he’d seen you mutilate men for looking at you wrong, but were doing this with him, of all people. Or, just maybe, the thought that you could give him a run for his money, give as good as you got and never, ever back down got him harder than fucking diamond.

But it didn’t really matter why, did it? Dabi reached out, leaning to grab you by the hips, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your leggings. “Come sit on my face,” he growled, “and I’ll show you how good I can be.”

Your eyes flashed in excitement, though it was quickly covered with a veneer of cool confidence. You rose and quickly shucked off your bottoms--no panties, Dabi noticed with a smirk--and situated yourself above him, hovering for a moment. But Dabi was not a patient man on his best days, and quickly wrapped his arms around your thighs, pressing you down and burying his face in your cunt.

Above him, you gasped as he began his onslaught. God, you were already soaking wet, he thought as his tongue dove through your folds. He struck the swollen nub of your clit with the flat of his tongue, eliciting a small moan from you. He wasted no time in wrapping his lips around it and sucking mercilessly.

“Ah!” You gasped, bending to grab a fistful of his hair. You rocked your hips against his mouth, and Dabi wasn’t sure if you were feeling too much or were chasing after it. “Ngh, Dabi, fuck!” You moaned obscenely, and the doubt quickly erased itself from his mind.

He lapped at you, alternating between teasing licks and pointed flicks. He felt every tremor that shook your muscles, the stinging in his scalp from your fingers twisted in his hair, and heard the filthy moans that he made spill from your mouth.

You were grinding against him in earnest now, panting Dabi’s name as you chased your orgasm on his face. He focused on your clit, manipulating it in the way that made you tense and frenzied above him. You ground down harder, and he was beginning to realize he’d need some air soon. But damn if suffocating between your thighs wouldn’t be one hell of a way to go.

“Yes, yesyesyes! I’m gonna cum--fuck, Dabi, I’m gonna--!!” Your words died with a sharp gasp, followed by a strangled moan as your whole body tensed above him. Your back arched and Dabi felt you trembling under his hands as he worked you through your orgasm. You pulled yourself up and away abruptly, yanking his head back when you teetered on the cusp of overstimulation.

Dabi looked up at you, your skin flushed pink, hair tacky against your sweaty forehead. Your chest was still heaving up and down as you returned his stare, eyes glassy.

Proud of the destruction he wrought, he smirked, tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his lips, collecting your wetness to savor the taste. The pornographic visual must have reignited the lust in you, as your glassy eyes quickly cleared and your wicked grin returned.

“Was I a good boy?” Dabi questioned smugly.

You repositioned yourself in a flash, straddling your hips over his, your slick heat rubbing over the pierced underside of his cock. You fisted your hands into the collar of Dabi’s shirt, roughly pulling him up until your mouth crashed into his.

Dabi’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second, never unimpressed with your aggressiveness, before kissing you back with equal fervor. Your tongue delved into his mouth, curling against his, and you groaned as you tasted yourself on him. That fucking sound--shit, all of you in this moment--was so goddamn erotic. Dabi felt his dick twitch under you, so close to what he knew was going to be an absolutely magical pussy.

You smiled against his lips, your hands smoothing over his collarbones to rest on his shoulders. “Oh, yes,” you said, “a very good boy.” You raised your hips, one hand reaching to grasp his cock, teasing the head against your soaking folds. “So very, very good…” You bit your lip and moaned as you sank down on him.

Dabi’s head lolled back as he was overcome with the feeling of your tight heat enveloping him. “Fuuuck,” he sighed, hands instinctively gripping your hips. “God, you’re so fucking wet.”

You giggled impishly, languidly rolling your hips. It was nothing short of a tease, Dabi thought. “Mm it’s all for you, my good boy.” A moan ripped its way out of his throat, that sweet little nickname heightening the fuzzy pleasure encompassing his body. “Ooh,” you grinned, picking up the pace as Dabi allowed his torso to slump back to the floor. “You like it when I call you a good boy?”

Dabi refused to dignify that with an answer, already feeling the unmarred skin on his face heating up with blush. You retaliated against his silence by stopping your movement altogether. He let out a frustrated groan and tired to thrust up into you, but you pressed down more firmly, stifling his attempts. “Just--fucking move,” he growled, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips.

Quick as a flash, you reached out and wrapped your fingers around his throat, tiny digits pressing against the arteries beneath his jaw. Dabi’s eyes shot open, craning his gaze to carefully peer at the woman atop him. You smiled down at him sweetly, still managing to look positively debauched. You shifted a little, the small ember of pleasure forcing an inhale from him, not that it helped the fogginess that was slowly overtaking his brain.

“I asked you a question,” you said. You raised and lowered your hips so, so slowly, your plush, hot walls clamping down on him. “Do you like it when I call you a good boy?”

The stubborn, rational part of his brain absolutely railed against the entire concept. He was not a good boy. He wasn’t even a good person. But the way you were saying it, that it was you saying it…

“Yes,” Dabi rasped.

You softened your grasp on his neck and Dabi’s brain was flushed with oxygen. The sensation was heady, his body tingling all the way to the tips of his fingers. You returned to your slow pace, and Dabi moaned, grateful for any sort of friction, even if it was achingly slow. “What’s your color, good boy? Do you want more of that?”

“So--ngh--so fucking green, babydoll.” You seemed pleased, the tempo of your thrusts increasing. “God, your pussy is amazing; fucking riding me like that--so perfect.”

“Mm,” you moaned in response to his praise, pace increasing in earnest. You’d lift almost all the way off, until just his tip was still cushioned inside, then smoothly slide back down, taking him to the hilt, seating his cock so deep inside you. “Keep saying sweet things and I’ll let you cum inside me.”

Dabi’s eyes were half-lidded in pleasure, already he was approaching his orgasm, even more intensely than the first time. And with your filthy mouth saying such enticing words, Dabi knew he wasn’t going to hold out much longer.

“Choke me again,” he commanded.

Your expression was nothing short of delighted. “Now that is a sweet thing.”

Dabi screwed his eyes shut when you replaced your hand and squeezed, that pressure making his whole body figuratively ignite. You rode him with determination now, gasps and pants and little moans falling from your lips as you began to lose yourself in your own pleasure.

He could feel the molten heat pooling at the base of his spine as black dots began to crowd his vision. His fingers tightened into your skin, surely leaving bruises that would match the splay of his hands.

“Are you gonna cum?” You panted above him. “I can feel you’re on the edge. Come on, be my good boy. Be my good boy and cum for me, Dabi.”

Right at the precipice, you withdrew your hand from his throat. The rush of blood flow coupled with your breathless entreaty had him cumming harder than he ever had in his life. Dabi gasped as the pleasure overtook him, then settled into a low groan as you milked his cock of every last drop.

You settled on his lap, face the perfect picture of satisfaction. “Fuck,” Dabi cursed on a sigh, running one hand through the sweat-dampened locks at his forehead. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

You giggled as you dismounted from him, nonchalantly stepping over to your discarded leggings, leaving Dabi to lie on the cold floor and resituate himself, feeling thoroughly used in the best way.

He tucked himself back into his pants and looked over in time to see you pull your leggings on, not caring at all about the drips of his cum painting the insides of your thighs. Fuck, if his soul hadn’t just left his body, he’d be up for round two after seeing that. But right now he was craving a smoke and a nap, and wasn’t looking forward to the trek across town to his bed.

Dabi sat, blue eyes fixed on you still, one elbow resting across his raised knee. His sex-addled brain was still trying to process what had just happened when you turned to him, your usual sweet, disarming smile in place.

“That was a lot of fun,” you said. “Maybe next time I can be your good girl.”

Dabi’s following smirk was entirely involuntary. “I think that can be arranged.”

#my hero academia #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #dabi x reader #NSFT #minors DNI #bnha x reader #mha x reader #y'ever wanna just ch*ke somebody when they're being a smartass?#and also f*** them?#here we are

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kazuharem · 4 years

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“The Most Important Person” ↠ Lucien x MC [SMUT]

AO3 Link: Here

Pairing: Lucien x MC (Female)

Warnings: overstimulation, unprotected s&x, multiple orgasms, jealous!Lucien

Description: Jealous Lucien smut from “True Love Date.” That’s it

Summary: Lucien shows her just exactly who the most important person to him was.

Word Count: 4,013

Author’s Note: This is my entry for Day 6 of Kinktober. I used this Kinktober 2020 Prompt

Day 6: Free Use

Also, requested by Icy~ ^-^ Inspired by this little section from my "Partners in Pleasure" fic: The Lucien who had slammed her into the wall with a dangerous “Tell me,” hissed angrily through clenched teeth when she was asked about the most important person in her life. The Lucien who had tortured her so ardently that very night as he grit out a “You don’t want to make me jealous again, kitten,” before thoroughly ravaging her.

I'm pretty sure every Lucien stan who is a writer have written some version of this. This is my take. Also, I've taken "overstimulation" as in "fucking brainless" which also translates to "too many damn orgasms" in my book. Enjoy!

[DISCLAIMER] As always, the characters, art, music do not belong to me. The only thing I own is the plot. Lines that are taken directly from the "True Love Date" will have * in front of the text.

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“If you don't mind, I'll walk that line Stuck on the bridge between us Gray areas and expectations But I'm not the one if we're honest But I wanna sleep next to you And I wanna come home to you I wanna hold hands with you I wanna be close to you”

Troye Sivan – “Talk Me Down”

*“So, Professor Lucien, is there anyone you’re crushing on here?” Kiki asks Lucien amidst boisterous cheering.

Lucien chuckles as he looks over at the girl, whose cheeks were blazing scarlet. “Yes,” the answer slips easily and naturally out of his mouth.

She ducks her head then, trying to tug her hand free from Lucien’s grasp, but he holds on tight. The crowd of her coworkers cheer and spin the bottle again. The neck of the bottle comes to a stop in front of Lucien again and everyone burst into loud exclamations once more.

“Who is it? Who?” Everyone clamors around Lucien in excitement, trying to force the answer from his lips.

He gazes back at her and her eyes skips from him, staring pointedly at the wall behind him. Lucien smiles amusedly and downs the shots, much to everyone’s disappointment. A wave of warmth spreads from his throat, blossoming outward from his chest.

Her coworkers continue to play until the bottle stops in front of her. “Finally, it’s the boss’s turn!” Kiki grins widely as the mood suddenly changes, everyone leaning forward in anticipation.

“Tell us who is the most important to you and why,” Willow announces after a dramatic pause. She winks at Kiki and adds, “Be specific.”

Lucien could hardly admit to himself how eagerly he awaits her response, stiffening up and holding his breath.

She sighs and chances a peek at Lucien, cheeks and ears turning a rosy shade of pink as she prepares herself. *“Because I got to know this someone…” she begins shyly, blushing harder. “He…showed me a brand new world. He’s gentle, but not pretentious. A mystery, but also clear as day.” She starts slowly, but her voice begins to pick up enthusiasm as she goes on. “He can see all of my thoughts and he teaches me the ways of the world.”

Lucien’s hand tightens on his glass as he desperately tries to swallow the prickly feelings that were threatening to engulf him. For some reason, he didn’t like where this is going. There was a thought that nagged at him in the back of his mind. He had seen her chatting cheerfully with that officer…that-Gavin. Had heard her burst into excited laughter when she was on the phone with Kiro. Had witnessed that damn CEO, Victor, picking her up in his stupidly expensive sports car. Could she be talking about any one of them?

She leans forward unknowingly, as she continues, *“When I meet setback, he’d guide me with patience and understanding.” Her voice has a tender lilt to it.

Lucien savagely downs the contents of his glass and sets it down before he could crush it. The warming effects of the alcohol disappears and all he could feel is the thudding of his heartbeat roaring in his ears. The only thought that rages through his mind is who, who, who?

*“He is…very important to me,” she concludes softly with a small sigh, a rare smile breaking through her features.

Her coworkers collectively release their breaths.

*“That was visceral! I bet the person isn’t here or else Boss wouldn’t have said all that!” Someone chimes teasingly.

“Yeah! You know how shy Boss is!” Another person laughs noisily.

The comments grate at Lucien’s ears and he grinds his jaw. A different kind of warmth, one that is white hot, courses through his veins.

“I really want to know who it is!” Kiki wonders aloud.

Lucien silently takes another shot, trying to quell the rage that was slowly building inside him. His vision starts to blur, but he pays it no mind.

She laughs quietly and shakes her head. “Let’s just continue the game,” she hastily directs their attention back to the bottle on the table.

Coming here tonight…was a bad idea, a thought pops up unbidden. Lucien tosses back another shot, missing the worried glance she throws in his direction.

The party continues, but Lucien’s mood worsens, along with the drunkenness of the crowd.

At some point, she slips to the bathroom and when Lucien couldn’t take the burning question any longer, he says some stupid excuse to her coworkers and leaves to go find her. The question bores a hole in Lucien’s mind as he stalks silently along the dimly lit hallway.

Who is this important person?

His fists clench and the scowl on his face deepens. The alcohol he had drunk earlier blurs all thought, all reason.

Remember your purpose, Ares. A voice whispers in his mind, but Lucien shoves it aside. He could care less about his purpose at this moment.

A sudden movement catches his eye and before any reasonable thought occurs, he’s pushing the girl against the wall, his hand grabbing her wrist.

*“What are you doi-“

*“That person who’s most important to you…Who is he? Tell me,” his mouth is moving before his brain registers the words. A look of confusion spreads across her face and Lucien presses harder against her. “Tell me!” Nothing but fiery rage runs through his entire body.

Her expression softens, “It’s you…” she says, but Lucien presses harder against her, only hearing a soft buzzing. “Lucien,” she calls his name and her words finally gets through the buzzing in his ears. “It’s you I was talking about,” she murmurs, smiling. “You’re very important to me…” Stunned, Lucien loosens his grip on her as he backs away. He hears his heartbeat thudding in his ears, a roaring that reverberates throughout him and she continues. “Everything I said was meant for you to hear but you misunderstood…”

The relief flooding through him was instantaneous and he nearly stumbles. There is nothing in his eyes except for the sight of her smiling face. “I’m sorry…did I hurt you?” Lucien asks as he drops her wrist.

“A little…but I’m okay,” She smiles, and Lucien rubs her wrist gently.

“I’m…sorry,” Lucien pulls her into his arms as he breathes a sigh of relief into her hair. It should’ve unnerved him with how relieved he felt, but Lucien couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Shall we go?” She asks, voice muffled into his chest, “I think I’ve had enough.”

He agrees readily and ignores the whispers of “Stupid. You’re a fool, Ares.”

The girl in his arms robs all reasonable thought, but Lucien thinks to himself that he prefers it that way as she slips her hand into his. His only colors in the world, he would follow her blindly wherever she goes.

They say goodbyes to her coworkers and Lucien fights the urge to claim when he sees a male coworker smiling at her. Kim, Lucien remembers.

The two of them chat a little too long for Lucien’s liking, and he walks up to the pair, offering the singer a tight smile. “Shall we go?” He asks the girl, his hand naturally finding purchase on her shoulder.

She nods cheerfully as she waves goodbye at Kim and allows herself to be led away by Lucien. Lucien clenches the hand not holding hers.

Fool, a voice creeps up in the back of his mind again, but Lucien ignores it.

Lucien is silent in the cab ride home and he can feel her sneaking glances at him, questions as clear as day written on her face.

He could sense her reluctance to part as she squares her shoulders, physically preparing herself to say goodbye when they reach their respective doors. Gently, he places his hand on her shoulder, thumb rubbing a soothing circle as he maneuvers her to face him. “Come inside for some tea to sober up. You’ve drank a lot tonight.” Her eyes instantly light up and Lucien’s mouth curls up in an answering smile. He lets go of her shoulder to unlock his door. She follows him inside eagerly.

No sooner did the door close behind her, Lucien is tugging her into his arms. “Lucien, wha-mmph!” Her question is muffled by the sudden press of Lucien’s lips. “Lucien!” She gasps against his lips.

“Shh,” Lucien murmurs, taking her lower lip and biting down gently. “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I saw you today.” The sudden confession renders her speechless, but she accepts his kiss, earning a pleased sound from Lucien. She tastes the sweetness of the wine he drank earlier, and a heady feeling fills her veins, as if she could get drunk on his lips alone. He kisses her slow and sweet, pulling her snug against his chest. “I’ve missed you, my little butterfly,” The hushed whisper floats between the languid presses of their lips.

“Lucien…” her arms automatically snake around his neck, pulling him closer to her. The tantalizing way she whispers his name sends heat rushing through Lucien’s body. “I’ve…missed you…too.”

Her admission makes him pause. Pulling away slightly, he peers into her beautiful eyes and swallows hard when he sees nothing but the reflection of himself. Her eyes had only him. Lucien tries to push down the prickly feelings he had been feeling throughout the entire night, but to no avail. He wanted to claim her, to make her his, so that she wouldn’t ever look at another man. “Butterfly…” he lets out a breath, the small puff of air hits her lips and she shivers. “Won’t you give yourself to me tonight?”

She gazes upwards at him, and Lucien knows he’s hopelessly and irrevocably fallen into her trap.

So much for the feeble attempt to stay away.

“Yes…” her voice is quiet, but Lucien hears it all the same. He tucks a finger under her chin and leans closer, their breaths mingling.

“Then would it be okay for me to have you however I like?” His words ghost over her lips and he could see her lips tremble from the sensation.

Her cheeks flush and Lucien’s eyes were dark. The unmistakable hunger swimming in his irises makes her swallow. “Have me…Lucien…”

With that invitation, Lucien surges forward, slotting his lips against hers. His tongue prods the seam of her lips, asking for permission. When he was granted, his tongue enters to taste her mouth as he slips a leg between her thighs, trapping her against the door. “Will you give all of you to me?” Lucien asks, fingers caressing her face.

She nods breathlessly, “Yes…I’m all yours...”

It was like a switch had flipped. Lucien grinds his leg against her as he presses a hungry kiss against her open mouth. She gasps at the friction and Lucien slips a hand under her blouse, teasing and tracing tantalizing circles on the heated skin. “That’s good to hear, kitten,” he growls against the shell of her ear before licking at her lobe, “Because you sure didn’t act that way earlier.” His lips trace blazing kisses along the span of her neck and his hand ducks under her skirt. “You’re already so wet,” he whispers silkily. “Naughty girl, don’t you know what I’m about to do to you?” He curls his finger into her as she arches against him with a whimper.

“Lu-Lucien,” she stammers as her knees buckle. She holds onto Lucien’s shoulders for dear life.

“Shh,” Lucien shushes her by laying the slick finger he had just buried inside her against her lips. “Look how drenched you are for me.” And only me, he adds silently as he dives back to attack her mouth, picking her up when he did so. He maneuvers them expertly into his bedroom, setting her down with care on the bed and undresses her reverently. Lucien shrugs off his turtleneck and takes a moment to admire the sight of her naked body, a stark contrast against the black sheets. “Look at you,” he sighs as he settles between her legs. “Look at how perfect you are.” Her entire body flushes the prettiest shade of pink and she averts her eyes. “Don’t hide from me,” Lucien chides as he kisses a trail up her thigh, across her stomach, between the valley of her breasts, up, up, and up until he comes to a stop in front of her lips. She sucks in a shaky breath and holds it as he watches her, violet eyes nearly black. “Do you trust me?” His question is electrifying, causing the blood in her veins to heat up. She nods slowly.

Much too trusting, Lucien thinks, if only she knew…

He pushes these thoughts away and presses a quick kiss against her lips before undoing his belt. Before she could ask what he’s doing, she feels warm leather wrap around her wrists. “Lucien…” Her hands are bound with his belt and he pulls her arms over her head.

“I’ll make you feel good, kitten,” he promises as he trails fiery kisses across her collarbone. “Like no one else ever did,” his words are muffled by her skin. He presses open-mouthed kisses on her chest, and she inhales. Lucien smiles as he slowly takes one of her breasts into his mouth, tongue running circles around the nipple. He makes a noise of approval when it receives sufficient stimulation. Lucien descends upon her other breast and she moans breathily. “You sound so nice,” he murmurs, voice muffled by her breast as he teases the sensitive skin, and it pebbles under his touch. He moves downward, tongue washing a lazy stripe across her belly and she shudders. “I’ve thought about this all night,” Lucien whispers when he reaches her inner thighs. “Actually I’ve thought about this for many nights. But particularly tonight,” he laps close to her heat and her breaths hitch. “I’ve thought about the way you would taste; how would you look when you’re in the throes of pleasure, pleasure that I have given you.” He doesn’t give her time to react to his words before he buries his head between her legs

“Lucien!” The sudden movement makes her jerk in surprise, but the belt prevents her from releasing her arms. Lucien holds her down as he pushes his tongue into her, and she moans helplessly.

“You taste absolutely divine, kitten,” his low voice is electrifying and sends sparks throughout her entire body. “Just like the way I imagined.”

She bucks into his mouth and he growls approvingly, fingers digging into her hips. His tongue delves faster, and her moans get steadily louder. “Lu-please, please.” She’s begging and Lucien doesn’t hesitate to suck at her swollen clit with relish.

Lucien works his tongue sinfully and she’s positively keening, “I need you to come into my mouth, kitten,” he says as her thighs begin to shake, squeezing his head. “Come on.”

He nips at her clit and all of a sudden, she’s coming hard, Lucien’s name spilling out in a broken cry from her lips. Lucien licks her quivering slit obscenely as she turns into a trembling mess.

“Beautiful,” Lucien breathes. He doesn’t give her time to relax before he’s sliding two tapered fingers into her wet folds, tongue lapping lazily at her sensitive nub.

“Lucien-ah!” She arches off the bed as he furiously pumps his fingers in and out of her. Her wrists strain against their bindings only to struggle helplessly with nowhere to go.

“I have to say, this is better than my imagination,” Lucien’s voice is deep, seductive, and lazy even.

“Lucien!” She whimpers and her walls clench on his fingers.

“You want to come?” Lucien tongues her clit, “Then come for me, beautiful girl.”

As if his command was a spell, Lucien watches, enraptured as she falls apart again, her fluttering walls clenching and unclenching his fingers. Her eyes rolling back in pleasure, her body arches only to fall back down onto the sheets. Lucien’s name is the only thing on her lips as she pants, dazed and quivering.

He quickly sheds his pants and crawls back to her, taking the incoherent girl in his arms. “You’re perfect,” he whispers before flipping her onto her stomach. “You’re perfect in every way.” He cages her in with his body and presses soft kisses along her shoulders. “Beautiful. I am forever awed by you,” He punctuates every word with a kiss.

She feels his throbbing length at her backside, and she whimpers, “Lu-Lucien…”

“Tell me you want me, kitten, tell me you want only me.” Lucien whispers into her as he hooks an arm under her stomach and holds her upright against him.

“I…want only you,” she gasps, hips unconsciously grinding against his cock and Lucien hisses.

“Good,” Lucien sounds pleased, “You don’t want to make me jealous again, kitten.”

That was the warning she receives before Lucien sheathes himself fully in her wet folds and she moans lowly, arching into Lucien’s chest.

“God…” Lucien bites back a curse as he begins to move, “You feel so good.”

She whimpers at the praise, hips struggling to keep pace with Lucien’s thrusts. “Lucien…Lucien…”

“Let it out, kitten,” Lucien growls into her ear as his other hand reaches between her legs, “Let me know who’s making you feel this good, who’s fucking you like this.” Every savage roll of his hips accompanies every word.

“Lucien!” She cries out, knowing that every thrust brings her closer to destruction.

“That’s right,” He hisses as he laps at her pressure point, “Only I can make you feel this good.”

The girl is sobbing and nodding deliriously as Lucien rams into her. “Yes-yes… only you… Lucien…” She’s chanting incoherently. “Please, please,” she doesn’t even know what she is begging for at this point.

Lucien pinches her swollen nub and suddenly the coil in her stomach springs free. She’s crying as she comes, her orgasm ripping through her body in pure pleasure. She falls against Lucien’s chest, the only thing keeping her upright was Lucien’s arm around her waist. “Beautiful,” Lucien whispers as he sits back, taking her with him. “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now, undone because of me.” He leans back and spins the boneless girl to face him. “You’re absolutely perfect, beautiful butterfly,” He murmurs reverently. “You’re mine. Mine alone.”

She only nods as her chest heaves. “Y-yours…” she chokes out.

Lucien rearranges her legs, so she was straddling him and pulls her tied hands to rest on his shoulders. Without warning, he grabs her hips and slips his cock within her folds again. A sharp cry escapes from her as he brings her hips down on his.

“Lucien… please,” she’s moaning as he repeatedly thrusts upward into her, fucking hiccupping sobs from her.

“Come for me, kitten,” he growls as he holds her limp body against his chest. She’s too far gone to respond and shakes her head weakly as her body trembles from Lucien’s merciless onslaught. “You can do it,” he grits out, “Come for me. Only me.”

“Lu…” she chokes out, unable to form complete words. “Please,” The plea falls on deaf ears as Lucien relentlessly impales her on his cock. “I can’t…” Her words end with a broken sob.

“You can,” Lucien hisses as she clenches deliciously around his cock. “You’re doing so well, taking my cock like this…” He whispers praises as he continues to abuse her oversensitive bundle of nerves. “Won’t you come for me, butterfly? I want to feel you coming on my cock.” Lucien’s fond voice belies the filthy words.

“Lucien…Lucien…” she babbles his name in incomprehensible moans, head lolling to the side. Lucien follows her head and captures her gasping mouth in a heated kiss.

“Come for me, butterfly. Come. For. Me.”

And suddenly her body seizes before she trembles violently, the full force of her orgasm tipping her into Lucien’s chest as she twitches from the sheer pleasure coursing through her body. Lucien languidly fucks her through her orgasm as he presses kisses into her temple. Gasping, she struggles for breath, utterly boneless.

“You did such a good job,” Lucien groans into her hair as his hips slowly comes to a stop. He sits up and gently flips them so she’s on her back. Lucien removes the belt binding her wrists together. “You…are so beautiful…” he whispers as he leans down to press his lips everywhere he can reach. Lucien cups her face carefully, as if afraid she’d break, his thumbs swiping across her tearstained cheeks. “You are entirely perfect…So kind…So caring…You leave me in absolute awe.” The praises rain down like his kisses.

Shakily, she opens her eyes as Lucien’s words register themselves slowly in her dazed mind. He watches her, a look of unmistakable tenderness is on his face. “Lu…Lucien…” she pants as she reaches her freed wrists towards him. He leans in closer so she can wrap her arms around his neck.

“Do you know why I was away for all these weeks?” Lucien murmurs as she tries to kiss him sloppily. She mouths aimlessly at his chin, his neck and Lucien continues. “It was because I was scared and overwhelmed of my feelings for you…”

The hushed confession bade her pause, her eyes widening. “Lucien…” she whispers shakily and raises a hand to cup his face.

Lucien nuzzles into her touch, pressing soft kisses to her fingertips. “I’m…not a good man,” he says haltingly, and she opens her mouth to object, but Lucien shakes his head at her. “I’ve never pretended to be a good man in the first place…I didn’t have…good intentions….I don’t deserve you…”

“Stop,” she says, and Lucien closes his eyes, sighing. “Lucien. Stop.”

“You’re much too trusting,” Lucien murmurs and there is a touch of self-deprecation.

“Don’t say that again,” she implores, “You know how I feel about you. You know I made my choice.”

There is a light chuckle as Lucien opens his eyes again and she is floored by the infinite amount of love that pools in those violet irises. “You didn’t let me finish,” Lucien smiles, reaching up to caress her hair. “I may not be a good man, but what I feel for you…is absolutely sincere. That is something you can count on.” He says those words with finality, leaving no room for argument.

“Lucien…” she whispers and her eyes are teary again. He presses his forehead against hers, inhaling her scent.

“I’m sorry I got carried away…The thought of someone else having you…the thought of you looking at someone else…” Lucien’s voice drops off apologetically.

It’s her turn to shake her head as she embraces him tighter. “Lucien…I’m yours…I’m all yours…”

Lucien’s voice is hoarse with emotion as he speaks, pressing her into the mattress gently, “Then allow me to have you, to love you…”

“Absolutely,” She whispers against his lips and he begins to move, their fingers interlacing with each other as he sets a slow pace.

With every thrust he drives into her, she feels the amount of Lucien’s love for her. With every kiss he gasps against her lips, she knows that the kisses were cementing Lucien’s love, sealing his love deep within every inch of her, a secret branding that only the two of them know.

She comes first with Lucien’s name leaving her lips and she holds onto Lucien as he pants. His hips stutter to a stop as he gasps her name, spilling heat deep within her.

“I love you…I love you…” She murmurs when Lucien slumps forward into her, panting into her neck.

He shakily reaches for her as he rolls onto his back, taking a moment to catch his breath. And when he speaks, his voice is full of raw and pure emotion.

“I know I don’t deserve you…I’m not going to be any greedier and ask for forever, but…can I trouble you to stay with me at least a little longer?”

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Song of the Dark Crystal liveblog pt 16

Song of the Dark Crystal by J.M. Lee because Amri joined the party -victory jingle-

Last times on book: Kylan, Naia, and Tavra have traveled to Hole in Ground to find a magic firca that will help them warn all Gelfling about the Skeksis. They meet with Maudra Argot who agrees that they can have the flute after dream-fasting with Naia. All they gotta do is take her lazy son Amri with them when they go. That’s a win-win stipulation honestly.

Chapter 16

Tavra makes a scene

When Naia and Kylan leave the maudra chamber with Amri, they find that Tavra has bailed. Kylan worries that she got impatient and just set off for Ha’rar without them. On the one hand, no more of her negative attitude but on the other, for some reason, Kylan would miss her.

As they leave the maudra chamber, Naia tells Amri that he doesn’t have to come with them when they leave the caves if he doesn’t want to. Amri just goes shh because Argot has ears like a hollerbat.

When they’ve gotten back to the central cavern, Naia repeats herself.

“It’s not that I don’t want to leave,” Amri replied. “I would just rather go anywhere else than Ha’rar. Eh! I suppose I should be pleased that Maudra Argot is letting me leave the cave at all. Oh well, at least I might have a chance to surprise the All-Maudra. Oh, I can’t wait to see the look on her face when a Grottan appears in court!”

Kylan is surprised at the youthful energy Amri has compared to how serious he was when he was guarding the tunnel. But I suspected all along that Amri had little shit energy!

Its that picture of him resting his head in his hands and just smiling at spooking the visitors.

They go looking for Tavra in case she’s still somewhere and also because nobody likes the Vapran here. But Amri has an idea of where she might have ended up.

He guides them up a stairway to a round half chamber with a fire pit. Three Grottans are chilling around the fire with reed instruments playing the same sounds in different keys and making a lovely adagio.

Tavra isn’t at the firepit but from the ledge of the chamber, Kylan can see most of the cavern.

While he scans, Naia (who isn’t that invested in searching for Tavra) starts talking to Amri (even less interested in searching than Naia). She tells him this chamber reminds her of the Great Smerth, which makes Amri excited. He’s heard of the Great Smerth, and the Cradle-Tree.

“All our people can fit inside,” she said. “And its heartwood echoes with the sound of music and birds during the spring festival.. Great Smerth is old and wise. I’m not sure any tree is like the Cradle-Tree.”

“In that case, I would like to visit both. Can you arrange this?”

Amri is delightful. Why hasn’t anyone told me how delightful he is?

Naia asks if all the Grottan live near this cavern or whether they’re spread out throughout the whole cave system. Amri tells her that there are only thirty-seven Grottan and that they all live near the grand chamber.

Only thirty-seven??

That’s so few!

“Thirty-seven,” Naia said. “At least it must be easy to hold village meetings!”

Amri laughed, a sound that was almost comedic in itself, such a bubbling, goofy noise coming out of what Kylan had originally seen as a serious, frightening creature.

“Yes! We shout into the heart of the cave, and the echoes take care of the rest. No need for gatherings when you can holler. That’s what Maudra Argot says. Ahh... I can’t imagine with it must be like to be Vapra or even Sifa, with so many Gelfling to call kin. I couldn’t remember all their names. I can barely remember the names of my cousins.”

Amri is a delight.

And, it occurs to me, kinda a foil to Naia. He too dreams of all the things out there in the wider world, lives in an isolated clan, and is the maudra’s child.

It also occurs to me to wonder if Deet exists in this continuity.

I feel like this series’ MO is to use the secondary cast. Rian and Gurjin tend to wander off instead of sticking in the plot too long. Brea and Deet haven’t been mentioned or seen.

But the small size of the Grottan tribe does make me wonder about Deet.

The background music stops and Kylan spots Tavra near the base of the cavern, waving her sword at some Grottan.

Dammit, Tavra, the one thing Kylan asked was for you not to start any fights! He said please!

“Why get into a fight at a time like this?” Kylan panted.

“Who knows what’s going through her head these days!”

Ha.

When Kylan and Naia reach where Tavra is, they realize it doesn’t look like a fight. The Grottan look like they’re trying to help Tavra but are warded off by Tavra waving her sword and telling them to back off. Some Grottan make peaceful gestures, others just nope nope nope right out of the situation.

Tavra is also bleeding from the neck, which she blames on the Grottan.

“One of these damned Shadowlings attacked me in the tunnel!” Tavra hissed through clenched teeth. “Ambushed me in the dark with a knife and ran off before I could pay back the favor. Come and get it, cave crawlers! Try once more to cut a daughter of the All-Maudra!”

One of the Grottan shouts that nobody touched her.

Tavra lets Kylan check the wound where “a sharp blade had cut her white neck, narrowly missing her crystal earring.”

Hmmmm. HMMMMMMMM.

I have theory.

Maybe my suspicions of her weird behavior are getting carried away but IF Tavra is being controlled by spider and the mysterious crystal earring that keeps getting attention drawn to it is related, Real Tavra may have regained control for a second and tried to cut off the earring.

It would explain why the Grottan seem confused and are trying to help her despite not liking Vapran.

I might be speculating wildly though.

Kylan and Naia get the Grottan (and second best boy Amri) to leave so Tavra will calm down enough to let Naia heal her.

Naia asks what Tavra was doing in the tunnel where she was attacked but Tavra says she wasn’t doing anything and changes the subject to whether the cool flute has been gotten from the Grottan.

They tell her that Amri is going to show them to the firca and then come with them to Ha’rar.

Tavra is displeased.

“Oh? My life is in danger and you’re still thinking of trusting them and staying in these caves?”

Naia easily heals the cut because ‘tis just a flesh wound but Kylan is still worried about Tavra. When he was checking the wound, he noted her skin was really cold and suspects that she’s not doing well at allll.

“Tavra... are you all right?” he asked, the question coming out much meeker than he would have liked. There was no way she would respect him with a voice like that! He tried again, and it sounded better, stronger: “If you’re suffering because of what happened at the castle, you can tell us... We want to help you.”

He expected an immediate denial, but got an uneasy silence instead. Naia arched a brow as if to say what are you doing? but she didn’t interfere.

“You’ve just seemed... different, is all,” he continued. “You don’t have to be strong for us. We know what you’ve been through. And we’re not trying to delay your return to Ha’rar -- it’s just that we promised to take care of our part of this.”

Kylan held his breath. Any moment, he thought, Tavra’s protest would begin. Before it kept him from saying the rest of what he wanted to say, he said it.

“I understand why you want to be home, and we want you to be home, too. So you can rest.”

“Tch, you do not understand me at all.”

Kylan is shocked silent by Tavra’s cold reply but Naia is pissed.

You can tell from the clenched jaw and the angled-back ears (ear body languuuuuage).

She decides that they’ll just go and get the firca right now. Get the show on the road. She sends Kylan to go find Amri while she keeps an eye on Tavra.

#dark crystal #the dark crystal #Song of the Dark Crystal #liveblog #Kylan #Naia #Tavra #Amri

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coffeestainsandcashmere · 4 years

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Everything you write is amazing Cashmere! so can I prompt Draco Theo and Hermione and movie night? Maybe a Sci fi or an animated movie? Because I would love to read your take in Draco and Theo involved in muggle activities

Movie night is here!! Thank you so much for this prompt. I hope you enjoy it!

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“Godric,” she exhaled, lying with her head on Theo’s stomach on the lawns outside the castle, staring up at the sky above. “I can’t believe all our exams are over. It feels like a movie…”

“A what?” Theo murmured, his hand pausing as it raked gently through the wild curls that spilled over his torso and onto the grass on the other side.

“A movie,” she said and then went still. “Please don’t tell me you’re too ‘pureblood’ to know what a movie is… please…” she groaned.

“I’m too ‘pureblood’ to know what a movie is,” he deadpanned. “Draco?”

She shot a look over at Draco, who was sheltering under a nearby tree like a vampire with his back against the trunk, trying not to burn to a cinder while Theo and she lounged about like kneazles in the heat. Despite the shade, he was only mostly succeeding; a definite flush brightened his cheeks. With one knee bent and the other leg straight out, he looked like a reclining Norse god, and she nearly forgot to be amazed about the fact that neither boy had ever even heard of a movie, before Draco shrugged. “No idea.”

“Didn’t you take even one module of Muggle Studies?” she asked, sitting upright, fairly certain that the terms of Draco’s probation had included mandatory Muggle Studies classes. Her hair stuck out behind her in a mess of tangled curls, only adding to her look of dishevelled disbelief.

Theo chuckled. “Sure we did.”

She pursed her lips and folded her arms. “And you spent the entire time sitting at the back, feeling each other up under the desk, not listening to a word, correct?”

Draco at least had the grace to look abashed. “Enlighten us then, Granger. What, pray, is a ‘movie’.”

“Movie, from ‘moving pictures’,” she said, trying not to sound like a miffed professor and failing. “It’s a story told on a screen, like a play I suppose. It’s a bit like a wizarding photograph, but it’s much longer, has sound and music, and isn’t looped.”

“Oh,” Theo said, not quite understanding, clearly.

“Muggles make them for entertainment mostly,” she said. “They have all sorts of amazing computer graphics and effects, and even some that feature magic.”

Draco scowled. “But… the Official Magical Secrets Act…”

Hermione barked a laugh and he blushed and looked away. “It’s not real magic,” she said. “It’s based on muggle folklore usually, or it’s just someone making it up for the purposes of the story. We’ll have to watch one some time.” Then she grimaced. “The only person I know who has a TV and a DVD player is Harry at Grimmauld Place. I’d have to ask him if we could borrow it. I think he had electricity installed.”

Theo looked at Draco. “I only got half of that last bit…” he said, and Draco twitched his eyebrows in agreement.

A month later, Theo and Draco flooed into Grimmauld place and stared around. Draco had a particular look of foreboding in the set of his eyebrows and the jut of his jaw - so much so that when Hermione rushed into the room at the sound of their arrival, she ground to a halt.

“Draco? What’s wrong? It’s just a movie. And if you’re worried about making a fool of yourself, just imagine how many questions I had when I first learned about the wizarding world…” The lightness in her voice died as she watched him swallow thickly.

“It’s not that,” he said immediately. He was still clutching Theo’s hand so hard their knuckles had gone white. When he saw the way one eyebrow rose in confusion, he growled, “It’s been a long time since I was here, that’s all.”

“Oh,” she breathed and then repeated the sound as understanding dropped through her like a stone. “Oh. I didn’t know you’d ever been here…”

“It’s a Black Family house, Hermione,” he said gently. “And even if Potter’s godfather was only my first cousin once removed, we did visit Aunt —” as always, he choked on Bellatrix’ name. “Aunt Bellatrix here once or twice when I was very young.”

“Draco, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think…” she began, but Draco cut her off by stepping close and putting his hands on her hips. He kissed her and she smiled. “Is it ok?”

“Yes, Hermione,” he said softly. “With you, anything’s ok.”

“Flirt,” she quipped, shifting back and glancing at the other boy. “Hey Theo.”

He smiled. “Hello love,” he grinned over Draco’s shoulder, joining them and kissing her in greeting. “All set?”

“Mmm,” she nodded. “Come on. We’ve got the full muggle experience tonight… Takeaway from down the road, muggle drinks…”

Draco and Theo shot each other matching, comedic looks of feigned wariness, and she smacked them both on the chest.

“Stop that,” she groused and they both laughed.

“Lead the way.”

“It’s literally just come out in the muggle world, but Harry got a copy from somewhere… Don’t ask. It was probably through a contact in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts office or something.”

As the opening text of The Phantom Menace rolled past and the space ship chugged into view, Hermione’s gaze flitted to the boys’ faces. As an entire planet filled the screen, with space ships dotted before it, their eyes went wide and Draco actually sat up a bit.

“You’re telling me muggles made all this up,” he breathed. “Without magic…?”

“Shh,” she giggled. “Yes. Just watch it.”

Before the alien chancellor had finished his first lines, Theo interrupted, nearly choking on the Thai food she’d ordered in for them; something spicy for Theo and something blander for Draco who couldn’t handle even the faintest hint of chili. Theo lowered his fork and blurted, “What the fuck is that? Do muggles have monsters like that? Is it from a zoo or something?”

“No, silly,” she snickered, clapping her hand over her mouth to stem the rising tide of laughter. “It’s a costume with animatronics.”

“Anima-what?”

“Animatronics. Robotics… it’s a whole field of study that includes puppetry, anatomy and mechatronics.”

He fell silent, obviously filing the questions away for afterwards, but under a minute later, Draco had another question. “The ones in the brown robes… are they… wizards?”

She shrugged. “After a fashion, I suppose. They’re called Jedi. Perhaps this wasn’t the best film to start you off on… Maybe I should have started with the original ones… I get the feeling that Draco would like Han Solo… Theo’s more of an Obi Wan I think…”

They had no response to that, but the boys sat there enraptured as the film got going. Yes, they asked questions, but more often than not, they just stared, slack jawed, as the movie unfurled.

Draco gripped Theo’s hand and commented that pod racing looked like a savage form of quidditch, and she had to agree with him. Hermione rested her head on Theo’s shoulder from the other side of the sofa and sighed as the film played out. She’d already cried at Qui Gon’s inevitable end, scoffed at the plot holes, and speculated excitedly about the next one with Harry, so she just sat back and enjoyed their enjoyment. It suddenly felt strange to see two men her own age who had never heard of Star Wars. She felt like a muggle for a heartbeat and her chest clenched oddly.

Draco looked sharply at her, his eyes leaving the screen. “You alright?”

She smiled. “The force is strong with you…” she grinned.

A tiny frown flickered on his face, but he looked away and she nuzzled against Theo’s side, letting her hand wander idly down over his thigh.

In the flickering light of the television, there were no separate worlds then. Muggle, wizarding, it made no difference. Wherever she was, she was at the heart of things.

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If you enjoyed, please reblog and share! I’m new to the fandom on here and appreciate all the help I can get!

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a-merman-not-a-guppy · 4 years

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15-20!

15. What’s your proudest moment/accomplishment in BDRP?

Man uhhh I think Finn revealing himself as a merman to Nemo is one of my big ones? It just it was so good and getting there was amazing. I just really really felt good about that? Also back in the day I wrote Rhiannon and I won’t lie, writing her blatantly murdering Snow was pretty good. I’m still pretty proud of that lol.

16. What thread that’s not your own do you remember watching closely?

In recent memory the whole Loud Bell thing. I was so hooked to that. I mean who wasn’t really? I didn’t think Lou would actually just straight up make out with Hades so I’m boo boo the fool xP

17. What locations do you normally use?

Hatter’s. Lol also Secondary for obvious reasons, and I very much love using the lake now too. Those are kind of the main ones though Hatter’s is my go to.

18. Pitch three different plots for characters that aren’t your own? What plotting opportunities may your peers be overlooking/missing out on!?

Nemo and Huey hang out cause Nemo needs a tutor and Huey’s an uber nerd? That’s not a big plot I just would like to see friends and siblings mingle more. That’d be nice.

Ariel and Nemo team up against Ashley A to protect their friend. idk again same reason as before I’d like to see them interact. I think they’d have an interesting dynamic. I’d want to see if they’d get along or not. Especially with some jealousy on one end over a shared friend. Idk just bring them together so I can read it all. Thank you.

Also what would be kind of funny is an awkward Al and Roo encounter now that break up’s happened and all. Maybe I’m just someone who likes putting people in weird situations.

These aren’t that grand of ideas. lol sorry

19. Write some love for three Muns of your choice!

Alex has been super great to talk to and gripe about our characters some. It’s been really fun to share pictures and make jokes and I’m looking forward to making more jokes and stuff now that we have muses really interacting. Thank you for bringing the kickass Nyx. She’s dope as hell and all your ladies really are. I’m really excited to write with you more. =]

Hannah is so sweet and like has some super cool characters man. Always ready to hit me up with stuff (i.e. Finndri now) and plays my nerd brother and so many other babes I’m just firmly attached to. She’s done a great job. Not to mention we can be our Army selves and groan about how good looking Yoongi is and Yuta and ugh. I’m glad we’re friends.

Emma seriously great to plot with and I love the element of chaos you bring with Phineas because it gets my Louie muse like lit. I’m always like ‘oh boy these two really’ and I think you just have such an enthusiasm to jump into things and you were cool with me creating chaos with Wilbur and I love that. Thank you for creating chaos with me.

Lauryl introduced me to Jimin and therefore introduced me to BTS and so for that alone I must love her. xP Moving past that Lauryl is one of the best storybuilders and has taught me a lot about writing. Seriously. The reason my characters have more depth now is cause of the writing tips stuff that Lauryl put together. Literally genius. And then of course she’s got super dope characters, all of them really. You know who my lauryl biases are so I’ll leave it there. You rock.

[okay shh this is four leave me alone]

20. Write some love for three Muses of your choice!

Al though. He like really surprised me and came at me and stuff. Like I remember when I joked like ‘haha what if Al and Kanga just go on one date’ and Pet and I just haha’d you know and then it actually went really well? and things progressed and now I just have an Al hole in my heart cause I’ve grown attached? This just shows what a great write pet is really to make people truly care about this character. He’s so interesting and multifaceted and I’m excited to see how he fits in with the knights and where he goes from here. He’s awesome.

Olaf. I had to like pick between a billion of lauryl’s characters but I’m going to just barely pick to love on him over Nemo because Olaf’s story is so unique and creative and it’s been so magical to see the way you’ve shaped him lauryl truly. I think it’s also helped open my eyes more to like aro stuff. I mean you know you know about something but then you really get to learn through the writing and through Olaf’s story and I think that’s really special. I also love how warm and bright Olaf is. He brings a good presence to the rp.

Roo. My son! My baby daddy! Ha. Honestly hilarious I can put both of those in one line but Roo is such an interesting character. It’s been really interesting to get a sense of him as a kid and the way that he is with Ashley. I’m really looking forward to seeing where he goes from here and how he deals with things (and how he maybe might see his mom differently for the decisions she’s had to make). Idk he’s got an engaging story. I’m excited to see more.

#ohphineas

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makeste · 5 years

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ITP: an incomplete but lovingly assembled list of people who have it out for my kid

hi anon, thank you!!

and omg. I... don’t know, lol. like, I’ve thought about it before, but I always just ended up going “???”. there just doesn’t seem to be anyone tailor-made for him, and it’s honestly weird. shounen tropes have taught me that these things are always foreshadowed in advance. so where is it? WHERE IS THE FORESHADOWING, WHERE ARE MY TROPES. he literally got kidnapped by a whole troupe of them and not a one made any real effort to click. that was like the villain equivalent of The Bachelor and it still didn’t get us anywhere omg.

anyways, since I’m undecided, I’ve taken the liberty of listing and rating all of the Possible Bakugou Antagonists I could think of on a scale of 1 to 10, and I’m not gonna pretend like I didn’t enjoy every second of it, either.

Spinner - 1/10

no offense Spinner. you’re a great guy. but we just didn’t connect. you have absolutely nothing in common. those sparks just aren’t flying. I’m sorry. you’ll find someone someday I know it just keep being true to yourself.

Stain - 1/10

gtfo.

Mr. Compress - 2.5/10

I have no idea who Mr. Compress will end up battling, but it won’t be Bakugou. how do I know this? I just know.

Dabi - 3/10

honestly, Dabi kind of has chemistry with everyone. so it’s a shame he’s already spoken for. by three other people, no less. between Endeavor, Shouto, and Hawks, he’s really got his hands full already. it really is a pity because he was the one who actually kidnapped Bakugou, like grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him through the portal and everything. but he has beef with too many other people to make room in his fridge for even more. sorry Bakugou.

someone from the Liberation Army - 3.5/10

they had better not! he deserves someone more interesting! but, the one thing they do have going for them is their fierce commitment to the whole QUIRKS ARE SUPERIOR!! ideology, because I do have to admit, there’s a part of me that does like the idea of Reformed Shithead Bakugou Katsuki taking a stand against some prejudiced dickbags. so yeah. but also, no.

Twice - 4/10

honestly this rating is too high. there’s no chemistry here either. but on the other hand, Twice is basically the Kirishima of villains, and I just really enjoy the concept of him antagonizing Bakugou lol. plus he does have the whole Satisfying Cannon Fodder thing going for him too on account of he can clone himself x infinity and just attack Baku in waves only to get repeatedly blown up. this does win him extra points, because I feel like one of the important criteria for a Bakugou Antagonist is the ability to actually put up not just a good fight, but an entertaining one, and that’s pretty difficult against a quirk like Kacchan’s. so yeah. this honestly won’t happen but if it did I would be down for it.

Gigantomachia - 4.5/10

on the one hand, Machia is insanely powerful and definitely a worthy antagonist. but on the other hand he has no personality whatsoever aside from LOYAL TO AFO!!! so yeah, he gets mad points for being a challenge, but I can’t see him having staying power.

okay so now we’re done with the ones who really have no chance, and on to the ones who genuinely could really pull it off. starting with...

Toga - 6/10

okay so Toga is pretty much a lockdown for being Ochako’s main villain honestly. but I’m gonna give her a decent score anyway, for three reasons:

(1) I love her.

(2) Bakugou is thus far the only male character in the series who’s actually had a real fight against a female character, and not pulled any punches. yeah boy!! he’s a feminist! so I would kind of love to see this even though Horikoshi probably won’t. boo.

and last but not least, (3) THE MIND GAMES. omg. who wouldn’t love to see Toga transform herself into Deku or Kirishima or BEST JEANIST NOOOO or Camie or whoever else you can think of that might fuck with Bakugou’s head. yesssss. god I love Toga so much.

anyways!

Hagakure the U.A. traitor - 7/10

see above re: mind games. you’ll notice that the top tier of this list consists solely of villains who (with the exception of Tomura) all have the whole Now It’s Personal thing going for them. this is especially important because there is no clear-cut candidate to be Bakugou’s antagonist yet. so if he’s going to get one, they’re gonna have to get cracking on that bad blood between them so he can get his vengeance on. anyways the traitor will probably wind up being someone else’s main villain in the end, but they still get a high score because they would do an excellent job if they did end up being Bakugou’s villain.

Hawks - 7.5/10

on the one hand, not an actual villain. but on the other hand, YOU KILLED MY MASTER angst for daaaaaaaays omg. holy shit. Hawks what kind of hole have you dug yourself into?? you probably think you’re so slick you can just fly out of any and all metaphorical holes. BUT NOT IF THE HOLES BLOW YOU UP, HAWKS. anyways yeah. I don’t think Hawks will be a final villain, but as things currently stand there is a very high likelihood of there being at least some temporary antagonism between them, and my verdict is: bring it.

Shigaraki Tomura - 8/10*

the * is there because this score is contingent on Deku and Bakugou facing off against Tomura together. as it is, Tomura’s been built up to be Deku’s antagonist, so he’s not going to go after Bakugou instead unless Gang Green is also there. even though Tomura did engineer Bakugou’s kidnapping and all but single-handedly launched his character development into orbit, so there is history there! but yeah, I just can’t see it happening unless they double team him. that being said, the odds of that are actually pretty good IMO, hence the high score.

All For One - 8.5/10*

same deal as Tomura! but he gets a higher score on account of him actually being the final villain. so if you, like me, believe that the series is building up to Deku and Bakugou working together to become The Greatest Heroes as a team, then you have to assume that this battle is inevitable. unless you’re all-in on Tomura being the final villain instead, in which case see the previous entry.

confession time: I’ve had this plot bunny?/headcanon?/?? thing in my head for the longest time in which the League launches a huge attack on U.A. near the end of the series, and either AFO or Tomura goes after All Might and almost finishes him off, but then Bakugou steps in before they can finish the job, and proceeds to take them on solo. and he puts up an insanely good fight, but loses in the end (because he’s still just a kid! HIS TRAINING IS NOT COMPLETE) and nearly dies and/or has his quirk stolen, but then Deku and/or the others show up, and the villains leave (for some reason. shh). it’s my self-indulgent hurt/comfort as-a-result-of-being-a-self-sacrificing-badass fantasy. anyways then he probably passes out in All Might’s arms or something because I love me some Dad Might angst also. the thing is, if Bakugou ever finds out about Nighteye’s prophecy, there’s a good chance he’ll react even worse than Deku, because it already almost came true, and it would have been his fault. All Might actually went into the Kamino battle thinking that was the end for him, even. willingly ready to give up his own life to save this kid. can you imagine if Kacchan ever learns that. anyways so yeah the idea of him taking a potentially fatal blow for All Might in order to stop the prophecy coming true is something that’s stuck with me for a while now. and it has just about nothing to do with Final Villains, but I just thought I’d throw that out there because that’s one way to establish some Now It’s Personal hella beef between two characters for sure. having one of them nearly kill the other while targeting his mentor lol. anyways I went off on a real tangent, my bad.

so now, drum roll please! last but not least, we have...

Ujiko - 9/10

you guys. like 3/4 of the way through this post I suddenly went “!!!!” and remembered, OH YEAH, WHAT ABOUT THAT GUY WHO FUCKING TORTURED AND KILLED BAKUGOU’S CHILDHOOD FRIEND, THOUGH. holy shit. I forgot all about him. and also, what the hell, what is this thing all of a sudden where people whom Bakugou is secretly fond of keep getting secretly murdered by villains and he doesn’t know about it omg. like, why is that an actual trend. between all that and the prophecy, it’s like Horikoshi is actually just hoarding this huge pile of Things That Bakugou Doesn’t Know About Yet That Will Absolutely Fuck Up His Day When He Finds Out. like, I picture him stacking up a bunch of heavy boxes just behind a doorway and then waiting for Bakugou to step into the room so he can push the boxes over and they all fall on him and probably kill him fuuuuuuck.

anyways, but yeah. Ujiko, though. I really do think he’s got the best chance of becoming the main villain for Bakugou now that I think about it. all of the criteria are there.

(1) Satisfying Cannon Fodder - you get a Noumu! EVERY! BODY! GETS! NOUMUUUUUUUS fff but yeah. if you want bad guys for Bakugou to fight that he can blow up without feeling guilty, Ujiko’s your guy. -- though on the other hand, maybe he will feel guilty if and when he learns what the Noumus actually are. oh my god. which brings me to point two!

(2) ANGST FOR DAYYYYYYYS - hey guys, so everyone knows about this fun little thing, right?

okay so the short version is this: in a volume 7 omake, Horikoshi strongly implied that the winged Noumu who kidnapped Deku and was subsequently killed by Stain during the Hero Killer arc is -- or was -- Katsuki and Deku’s childhood friend Tsubasa. so right away, that’s fucked up. and it gets worse! because Horikoshi went on to include yet another hint tucked away in a corner of the first databook, confirming that Tsubasa was actually the grandson of that doctor in chapter one who diagnosed Deku as quirkless. the same doctor who is 99.9% confirmed to actually be AFO’s personal physician and the architect of the Noumus.

so yeah. this man took his own grandson and turned him into a lab experiment who was later murdered by another villain. and oh yes, that murder just so happened to caught on tape and subsequently went viral. holy shit.

I have been waiting and waiting and waiting for this shoe to finally drop, guys, and I’ll continue to be patient. but holy shit, though. anyways, so yeah. if/when Kacchan and Deku learn about this, I can’t even imagine how they’ll react. but it’s safe to say that Ujiko has the Now It’s Personal factor more than covered. if Katsuki is going to go on a roaring rampage of revenge toward anyone, it’s this motherfucker right here.

and last but not least, (3) Ujiko is kind of at this perfect tier of almost-but-not-quite final villain level. like, he’s the guy behind the scenes. not on the same level as AFO, but there have definitely been hints that he’s pulling Tomura’s strings more than Tomura realizes. he seems to be AFO’s right hand man, honestly. so yeah, huge plot importance here, and definitely worthy of being a foil to the series’s deuteragonist. I can definitely see it happening.

so that’s it! I’m sure I’ve missed some people, but I think I got the big ones. anyways, this has been your friendly reminder that the Noumu are going to fuck everyone’s shit up, and there are tidal waves of angst on the horizon that we honestly might not survive. good thing we have a budding hero to root for who always wins no matter what. godspeed, kid.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #daruma ujiko #all for one #lots of other villains I give up I'm not gonna tag them all #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #bnha meta #asks #anon asks #bakugou meta

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shot-of-truth · 5 years

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Toxic Valentine • Ashton Irwin

Warnings: it’s just hella kinky and contains gay stuff

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Y/N’s girlfriend, a cam girl, invites Ashton over for a stream and they have some fun.

To the person who requested this: I hope you like it because I’ve been working on it for a month now because there was always something that bothered me and I feel like this is the best possible outcome. Also, the plot for this came from @bfcalum so thank her pls

Being with my girlfriend for five years now made my realize that I didn't need a man. All men are the same; thinking with their dick, fueling their ego while talking about how long they could last during sex. My girlfriend, Olivia, was everything I never found in a man. Romantic, caring, just absolutely beautiful and the best in bed. There was just one thing about her that I didn't like. While I went out every morning at 6 and made my way to my boring job, she took a shower, shaved every part of her body and started her laptop afterwards. My girlfriend was a cam girl, a really good one if I was in the position to say that. I've never been included in her streams, simply because the idea of letting her dominate me with hundreds of people watching seemed kind of scary to me. Until she asked me one day, on Valentine’s Day. "You don't need to be scared, babygirl. My followers are so lovely, you'll love them. I promise. I'll accept it if you want to back out at some point, but please... at least try it." She swung her leg over my waist, pushing my hair behind my ear and kissing my lips carefully. "Fine.." I exhaled quietly, kissing her back while squeezing her hand, looking for reassurance.

The day came sooner than expected, a lazy Saturday that we spent on our couch watching Netflix, her cuddled up against my side. "I'm so lucky to have you, Liv." I told her, kissing the back of her head. "I'm even luckier to have you." She answered, flashing me a genuine smile. "Are you sure you wanna be in that stream?" "Yes, babe... 100%." And so I lied down on our king sized bed just a few minutes later, dressed in my favorite pair of lingerie and an oversized hoodie. "That's my lovely girlfriend Y/N." Olivia introduced me while pressing my hand, making me look up to the camera and wave shyly. "Be nice to her, she's shy.." With that, she kissed me, sweet and innocent at first, for a few minutes. Her hand ghosted over my thigh, trying to help me calm down a bit. "Let's take this off, shall we baby?" Liv's fingers made their way underneath my hoodie, shooting me a playful glare. As she started playing with my nipples and kissing my neck her eyes wandered towards the screen.

"Have you ever been with a boy, Y/N?" She asked, pulling my hoodie over my head and making herself comfortable on my lap. "No..." I replied truthfully, tracing over her bare back with my fingers. She seemed kind of tense so I just kissed her again, pulling her closer towards me. "You're the prettiest angel." She whispered in my ear. "Y/N loves being teased." She told the camera, her dark hands making their way down to my underwear. I loved her skin tone, her dark brown skin a contrast to my pale. Closing my eyes and leaning against her shoulder for support, as her fingers rubbed circles over my clit, I did not notice the door opening. I did not notice the tall boy with the red hair sneaking in and taking a seat next to me, smiling at my girlfriend. "Why don't you open your eyes, angel?" A deep voice caused me to open my eyes, letting out a scream. "Shh.." Olivia's hand suddenly wandered to my thigh.

"Trust me?" She asked quietly, taking the man's hand. I looked between them, eyeing him from head to toe, his dimples, the tattoos on his arm, muscular legs. Did I trust her? Of course I did. Slowly nodding, I made eye contact with my girlfriend. "That's Ashton... We've been friends for a few years now.. got to know each other because of streaming." I could not even comprehend what she was saying, too focused on Ashton, the way his tongue licked over his lips, wetting them and biting down afterwards, a hand in his dark red hair. "... and he wanted to join us today, that okay with you?" Olivia spoke carefully, too scared I would want to back out. My mind was clouded with thoughts, an imagine of myself being fucked by Ashton, a guy, for the first time, while I ate my girlfriend out. And that thought sent a shiver down my spine, the wetness pooling in my shorts. "Yes.."

"Louder baby.. I can't hear you." Ashton spoke behind me, his voice right next to my ear, his hand suddenly pressing down on my throat with just the right amount of pressure to make me fully submit to both of them. "Y-Yes I want you to join." At this point I forgot about the camera, forgot about the stream. The only important people right now were Olivia and Ashton. And the only important thing to do at this point was for me to pleasure them. Olivia pulled me in, crashing her lips against mine needily, like she did so many times before. "If you feel uncomfortable, you have to tell me." Ashton whispered while opening my bra and kissing my neck afterwards, his lips leaving goosebumps. The feeling of my girlfriends' hands on my hips gave me reassurance, confidence to deepen our kiss and to pull her thong down her bare legs, leaving her naked on the creamy white sheets, such a beautiful contrast to her dark skin. "You look so beautiful." I whispered, lying down between her legs.

Behind me I heard Ashton taking off his shirt, shuffling closer to our bodies, his large hands making their way to my panties. Soft lips touched my shoulder, the material of my panties being pulled down my legs, revealing my glistening vagina to the red haired man kneeling down behind me. "So wet... just for us?" Ashton smirked, his long, cold finger teasing my clit. Before I had the chance to answer, Olivia put my hair in a makeshift ponytail. "Why don't you sit on my face, princess, huh? Let me eat you out really good while Ashton fucks me?" Her eyes locked with Ashton's and he nodded, a satisfying smirk settling on his lips. I still hadn't gotten used to being around a man sexually, I never really thought it. But my worries washed away as soon as I lowered myselt onto Olivia's face, her tongue lapping against my clit, causing me to let out a surprised moan and fall forward on her stomach, my head hanging on her thigh while she sucked on my most sensitive part, looking for something to hold on to. That's when I realized Ashton was right in front of me, my hands flying to his thigh, gripping the denim of his pants. "Oh baby, isn't it a bit outrageous that your head is not between Liv's legs right now? Fucking her with your tongue?"

My head snapped up to notice Ashton's gaze on me, his hand on my cheek, stroking it softly. His black shirt was lying on the floor, offering a perfect view to his rather muscular upper body. His black chest hair and the small trail of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his boxers just made him even more perfect. Not a second later my arms hooked around Olivia's legs, my tongue collecting her juices, kitten licking her clit right after. The vibrations of her moans against my sex made me see stars, moaning her name as my tongue fucked into her heat, finger disappearing into her hole softly. The combination of the fast movements of my girlfriends' tongue and Ashton's hands squeezing my breasts made me drift towards my orgasm faster than usually. And when I saw him palming himself through his tight trousers I had no shame to reach out and slap his hand away, replacing it with my own, earning a hard glare from him. "Come on princess, take it off." In that very moment I lost it, Liv pulling me closer to her face, licking me through my orgasm as I released onto her lips and chin, my face pressing against Ashton's crotch while he took my hair in his hands. My girlfriend's hands rubbed soothing circles on my thigh, as I got up from her with wobbly legs, the red haired man immediately pulling me over, between his legs. He helped me unhook my bra, carelessly throwing it away. "Y-You need your orgasm as well.." The aftershocks rushed through my tiny body while I leaned against Ashton's chest for support, eyeing my girlfriend. "This is all about you, pretty girl."

"Gonna cum again for me, for us.. right?" His dark voice whispered next to my ear, slowly seperating my thighs, letting his hand slip between them. "Don't think I can.." I answered breathlessly, my heart beating faster than ever, a knowingness washing over me as I felt his boner digging into my thigh. He wanted to fuck me, he needed a release. My assumption was confirmed when my girlfriend placed herself on the other side of the bed, spreading her legs, revealing her glistening cunt to both of us. I wanted, I needed to taste her again but it seemed as if Olivia and Ashton planned this through because he pulled me back against his chest, as soon as I tried crawling over to her, desperately. "You're gonna suck Ashton's cock now.. Be a good girl for us, will you?" I looked up to Liv just to see her placing her favorite vibrator against her clit, her legs twitching immediately. I started wondering if the fear was evident in my actions, as I nodded, the best I could with Ashton's ring-decorated fingers around my throat, forcing me to look into her eyes.

And the next thing I knew he pulled his pants down to his ankles, his boxers following shortly after. That very moment went down in my mind as the first time I saw a real dick, rock hard, wonderful pink tip and with throbbing veins. Olivia's loud moans coming from the background encouraged me to shuffle closer to his achingly hard cock, pre-cum dribbling down his length, shyly licking it away before closing my mouth around the top part. A satisfying moan was heard from on top of me. The more I took into my mouth, the more I enjoyed it, gagging loudly when Ashton hit the back of my throat, moaning in delight. "Lie down... Face down, ass up." He commanded suddenly and just then I noticed his arms that were spattered with ink, blood moon tattoos on both of his arms, a heart next to his wrist. "Can I fuck you bare?" The deep voice spoke up and I looked up to my girlfriend in anticipation, a shiver running down my spine. We both knew that I was on birth control, just to keep the pain during my period minimalistic. “Oh I think she’d definitely love to have your cum dripping out of her pussy.” She answered after seeing the look I was giving her, lust and commitment.

Draining my eyes away from both of them for a second because I was nervous I saw all of our shadows casting on the white wall, an object that I could not quite recognize hanging from Ashton’s hand. But before I could tear my eyes away from the view on my right, I felt cool metal engulfing my wrists and immediately turned around, just to be faced with Ashton stroking his massive cock, spitting in the palm of his hand just to spread it all over his erection, having no intention of hurting me. The blood pumped through my veins so fast, I could hear it in my ears and all at once Olivia was in front of me, kissing me quickly, as if she needed it since we started. Keeping her hands on me, I started relaxing into her touch until I felt Ashton spreading my wetness with the tip of his penis, nudging my opening. “I’m here.” She told me, stroking my hair and pressing her lips to mine once again, the simplicity of this making me fall apart once Ashton began pushing inside. A gasp creeped up my throat, turning into a loud moan when he slipped all the way inside, his arm pressing me against his chest. It did hurt a bit, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle, the only thing I would have to get used to was the stretching because Ashton was by far the biggest I’d ever get. Not that I needed a dick in my life when I had Olivia.

My head was spinning from feeling so positively full, his balls pressed against my ass and once he slowly pulled back I released a loud breath I did not know I was holding. Ashton tightened his grip against my hip, one of his hands sneaking to my front just to pull Olivia over by her hair and push her against my dripping wet pussy, her tongue sliding around my clit immediately. I wanted to grab her hair, Ashton’s hair, anything, but I was restrained, much to my own dismay. The man behind me settled for a fast rhythm once he realized I could take it, obnoxiously loud moans coming out of my mouth because the duality of pleasure was something I never thought was possible. I did not even know what to focus on, Olivia licking stripes over my center or Ashton drilling my insides. Making a decision to just relax against his chest, I leaned back, his arm grabbing me by my shoulders, his hips fucking up into me in the most delicate way. Feeling Ashton’s hot breath against my ear, hearing him groan from time to time I let my hands, that were captivated between our bodies, explore his chest, nails scratching over his abs, surely leaving scratches that Ashton wouldn’t mind seeing the next day. Meanwhile Olivia’s face dived into my heat as if it was the only thing she wanted to do for the rest of her life. None of them seemed to care that I was still sensitive from my first orgasm of the night, slowly rushing towards my second one.

Incoherent mumbles leaving my lips I was left breathless, suddenly meeting Ashton halfway with his thrusts, feeling him in the pit of my stomach, jolting forwards. I never noticed the bed thumping against the wall loudly, but it didn’t seem to bother Ashton, he continued slamming into me, hard, fast and deep the constant thought of me unraveling on a dick for the first time snapping into his mind. If it was a different situation I probably would have cringed at the sound of Ashton fucking my dripping pussy, so vulgar and ignominious. I noticed a change of pace somewhere in between, he started thrusting at a different angle, probably looking for something, clueless as to what it could- “Fuck!” A scream erupting from my lips, voice trembling as Ashton started rocking into me harder, hitting that certain spot over and over until tears were spilling from my eyes, wetting my gorgeously wet, fucked face, blood dripping from my lip from biting down on it too hard.

It came slowly, and I had no idea if it was because of Liv’s wondrous movements on her favorite spot or if it was because of Ashton’s movements against my new found favorite spot, but within seconds I was panting heavily, clenching around Ashton, moaning both of their names. Olivia noticed it, of course she did, she knows everything about my body. She flashed me a sincere smile, coming up to kiss me once again and I just wanted to turn around to Ashton and tell him that I couldn’t take it anymore, that I was going to be so sore the next day, but my brain would not even let me make up a coherent sentence. I turned my head and what I saw was a sight for the heavens, sweat was dripping from Ashton’s forehead, his eyes closed and mouth slightly parted, quiet profanities falling from it while he chased his orgasm, avoiding pushing his cock all the way into me. He looked so fucked, so good and wonderful and my insides hurt but I didn’t mind one bit if this was the price I had to pay to watch Ashton cum.

Before I could comprehend what was happening he buried himself all the way inside my core, teeth sinking into the flesh of my shoulder, pain mixing with pleasure once again. Ashton muffled his moans as he shot his cum inside of me, deep, the warmth spreading inside of me, matching my hot skin. I started feeling dizzy and before I could fall forward, Olivia caught me, engulfing me in a tight hug which resulted to me nuzzling my face into her neck, at the same time I felt Ashton pulling out of me, undoing the handcuffs that I didn’t notice left scratches all over my wrist. “Let’s get you cleaned, baby, okay?” I just nodded along, feeling way too tired and way too far away to do anything as Ashton guided me to lie down on the bed and Olivia closed the computer, that I completely forgot about. I could not even bring myself to care about the fact that Ashton’s cum was dripping out of me, not even when I noticed both of them scooting closer to me. A second later I felt Ashton’s tongue come in contact with my sensitive vagina, Olivia joining him. “C-Can’t.. oh my gosh.. too much..” “But baby, we’re just cleaning you up, wouldn’t you want that? You were such a good girl for us, we just want you to be okay?” If I weren’t so tired, the fact that both of them licked Ashton’s cum out of me would get me all aroused again, but it didn’t stir anything inside of me at this point, not even when they shared a hot and intimate kiss afterwards.

“Will you come back to us?” Ashton asked sweetly, dressed in his black boxers and matching shirt, messy hair on top of his head. Olivia was dressed as well and I started wondering how long I was gone for, seeing Ashton throw a condom away. “Cuddle..” I managed to get out, feeling both of them spooning me, drifting away once again while my girlfriend left sweet kisses all over my hands, shoulders and neck. “I love you so much” was one of the last sentences I heard, followed by a quiet “she definitely is the one, Ashton.”

#5sos smut #5sos #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5sos imagines

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my100hiraeth · 5 years

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Fox drabbles: feral Fox @ the dropship

(based on this plot that I still want with people c’mon now) PART ONE HERE

ft. @heartmotivated / @respnsibility / @omousvarii , @cvckroach / @ragingicarus , @silcntmuscle , @headstrongblake , @alloyedsteel , @dievoted , @burntmctches

The sun had started to set, but she didn’t want to get up. She wanted to sit here, drifting in and out of consciousness until she finally blacked out for good. She could feel sweat dripping down the sides of her face, leaving little trails from her heated forehead down the sides of her nose and under her cheeks. To someone who couldn’t see the source, it may just look like she was crying. But she’d run out of tears... minutes? Hours? Some time ago, she had no idea how long. All that was left was fever sweat and a deep desire to finally give up. She was so tired, so hurting, so defeated... she was so done.

Uh uh. Get up. Or maybe she wasn’t out of tears, as more immediately started sliding down her cheeks at the familiar deep voice of her rebel king. She didn’t look up at him, shame filling her heart and her eyes, and shook her head at the ground, and his voice grew more emphatic. Fox. Get up.

Another voice joined him, taunting and familiar in it’s almost indecipherable humor. The camp’s enforcer, back to force her to her feet just as he’d forced the camp into whatever shape Bellamy had wanted it. You’re not giving up.

They shouldn’t be together, and yet in her mind it was the only way she wanted to see them. Together. A team. On the same side, just as they had been when the camp was filled with promise and excitement and the world was full of greatness and possibility. “I can’t.” She whispered to the dirt.

Bullshit. Of course it was Murphy who’d call her on bullshit. You can, you just don’t want to.

“Maybe I don’t!” She looked up with pained anger in her eyes, only to see nothing and no one in front of her. Great. She was hearing things now to, talking to the ghosts of people that weren’t here and weren’t even dead. Awesome. But the knowledge didn’t stop her. “Maybe I’m just too tired.” She whispered, tears dipping to the dirt beneath her.

But their voices were right, and she gripped the post of the gate and dragged herself to her feet, wavering for a minute before finally stumbling toward the dropship. She knew she needed a lot of things, but right now sleep was the only thing she could think of. She managed to trip her way into the dropship, to the back where a tattered hammock still hung. She fell into it, eyes already closing for who knew how long, listening to the phantom sounds she vaguely remembered from when the grounder’s sickness had ravaged the camp, feeling a familiar hand reaching for her forehead, cool and reassuring, the hand of a boy who hadn’t been alive to give her or his bloodied, tortured best friend the comfort they’d needed as they fought for their lives against a bio weapon they didn’t understand, though they’d both desperately needed him. There was no voice with this hallucination, but then he hadn’t been a fan of words in life, why would he use them now when she herself was fading away?

Fox! She jolted awake, falling from the hammock and to the metal floor with a yelp that quickly became a whimper. “Octavia?” She called softly. It had been her voice, right? Maybe? “Harper?” Maybe Harper’s, her brain was a little fuzzy right now. She sat on the floor for a few minutes, waiting for one of the girls to come inside, but it seemed they weren’t going to. “Guys?” She called a little louder, starting to crawl to the doorway that would lead her outside, still so exhausted, but realizing the metal bit into her knees in a way that made the drill holes practically burn with agony, and she was forced to stand on unsteady legs as she went to the sheet-covered door.

No one was there, though, and she slowly lowered herself to the ground with help of the wall until she just plopped on her butt, feeling familiar, sluggish tears coming yet again. She looked around the dead, empty space, wondering again if this was how it was going to end for her, after all the time she spent forcing herself to live long enough to get here in the first place.

Get rid of the ashes and the bones. Don’t look, just brush away. Space for a fire.

“O-tavia?” She mumbled, half delirious already again, looking around for the source of the voice that had come back to her in all familiarity. But she was quiet again. And right. She slid on her ass down the ramp until her bare feet- rough and calloused after her journey home- rested on the ash closest to her. How to get rid of it? There weren’t many options- anything that had been a tool in camp was burnt to shit. So left with the option of going inside, wasting more energy, and potentially finding nothing, she just fell to her knees and started scooping it and shoving it away from a spot at random with her bare hands, trying not to think about the fact that it was the dusty remains of human people getting all over her bare limbs.

She had to stop and rest more than a few times, curling up pathetically in the tiny-but-growing clear (ish) spot in the middle of the ashes to nap for a couple minutes at a time, but eventually she had a small clearing that could fit a little fire right in front of the dropship’s ramp. I did it, she thought to herself, waiting for Octavia to come back. But she didn’t. Maybe the voices in her head only spoke to her when she talked back out loud... “I did it.” She rasped.

Still nothing. Even the voices in her head didn’t want to talk to her now. She pushed herself back up onto the ramp and forced her feet to take her inside, feeling the unconsciousness coming back, her vision swimming in front of her as she gave up getting to the hammock and instead just fell to the floor and passed out there.

Two days- though she’d have no clue- she finally woke again, shivering against the cold alloy of the floor as the chill of night filled the metal ship. She was freezing, and every tremor that shook her body agitating her drill holes. She curled up tighter, feeling the fever sweat on her skin start to turn cold too, adding to the chill. She couldn’t just sit here freezing to death, she needed a blanket, needed to get warm, needed-

Clothes. Harper’s calm but insistent voice made her smile through a shiver. Right. Clothes. She needed to find something to cover her freezing skin. Surely someone had left something hidden in here. She forced herself to sit up- or at least she thought she did. But still she lay on the ground, thinking ‘get up’... but her body wasn’t moving. Shit. This wasn’t the first time her body had refused to obey her, and just as it had in the dumpster, it made the tears come hard. She had to move, she had to get up, she had to force herself up.

Shh, it’s okay. Calm down. Breathe. Harper’s disembodied voice slowly calmed her, and she obeyed, breathing in deep if not entirely slow breaths. Eventually, the shakes worse than ever, she managed to get to her knees. She didn’t push it, and crawled despite the pain toward the back of the dropship, hoping to find something, anything. She swallowed hard- she needed water, and soon- and smiled at the newest voice to join the rest, strong and concerned and almost desperate.

The back. Go to the back. She nodded, looking dizzily around for Helo, a hand already outstretched for him to take, to lead her where he was pushing for her to go. But there was no one there, and her hand dropped back to the metal floor with a despondent thud. But still she obeyed- and why not? It wasn’t like she was doing a great job at this, at least the others knew what they were doing. That they were in her head was a detail that didn’t seem important. It was their voices, their advice, it felt almost like her family was here with her, helping her survive. She reached the back of the ship and tucked in the back corner were a couple backpacks.

The first had nothing she needed right now, rope, a handmade knife, some empty water canteens and a torn up shirt. But the second had a half filled canteen she eagerly drank from, and clothes that made her cry as she pulled them over her bare skin, hugging the Helo-scented, oversized pieces to her body as she laid her head on the backpack and fell asleep once more, visions of Helo and Harper’s smiles flickering like ghosts as her eyes fluttered shut.

Two more days that she was almost aware of, and she was finally feeling like a human again. Human enough to venture from the camp, found canteen in hand, and go to the little, somewhat dirty stream that was closer to camp than the lake, and fill her canteen. Human enough to bring the rope and knife from the first pack with her and cut some branches to make the small game traps that had saved her life over the journey back here, back home. She didn’t risk going back to the camp yet, wasting that energy when she’d just have to get back out here, instead she sat by the stream, listening to the water swirl past her, hoping the sounds of the water would drown her out and something would be stupid enough to get caught before the sun went down.

You’ve got this, Fox. Jasper’s proud voice made her smile up toward the sun. It took a while, but eventually she heard something struggling, and made her way as quickly and quietly as she could to the panicking little bird. “Sorry.” She whispered before killing it and taking it out of the trap, Bellamy’s warm voice back with her once more.

Atta girl.

Maybe she could live long enough to see her family again after all.

#drabbles: fox #fox v: t100

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scarlettekxng-blog · 5 years

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Needs

Summary: Garrett and Andrew have their first time together and Andrew is a needy boy.

Rated: X

Warnings: Very descriptive sex, swearing.

Relationship: Dating

Tags: Smut, Fluff, cute, sex, porn without plot, Garrett Watts, Andrew Siwicki, Gandrew, Garrett x Andrew, Andrew x Garrett.

Words: 1664

3rd person

Andrew quietly knocked on Garrett’s front door to his small house. He was nervous about what he wanted to do tonight with Garrett. Andrew held his breath as his mind raced with thoughts. He needed to do this with the taller male. He wanted to do this with the taller male. Andrew blushed a little at the thought of his idea.

The ginger released his breath once he saw his tall handsome boyfriend open the door for him. Andrew smiled and Garrett smiled back. He didn’t know how to start this.

“Hey, Andrew! You should come in its get-” Garrett was cut off from his greetings by the flustered ginger kissing him harshly.

That’s one way to start this.

Garrett was kinda shocked but kissed back while gripping Andrew’s waist. Garrett groaned as he walked back into his house as the shorter man was stumbling forward towards the blonds neatly made bed. Andrew tugged on Garrett’s hair and gripped his shoulder. The ginger let a quiet groan leave his lips as Garrett pushed him on the bed and hovered over the other.

“I have so many questions, but this is good also,” Garrett smirked as he pulled away from the kiss. Andrew was flushed as ever. He never knows how to start stuff like this. He always sounds needy even though that’s what he is. Andrew groans again. Why does he have to be nervous all the time?

“I-I-I wa-need you,” Andrew whispered. Neediness was his weakness when it came to Garrett.

“What do you want, baby.” Garrett also whispered. Unlike Andrew, Garrett loved the ginger’s neediness for reasons he can’t describe. He just loves the shorter’s small pleads for him.

“I need your d-dick inside me.” Andrew stuttered out. Garrett was a little shocked. They were dating for a couple of months now and yes they have done oral and a quick handjob but that’s it. Garrett thought he might have to wait a year for that kinda action, but he’d wait his whole lifetime for Andrew.

“Are you sure Andrew? I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.” Garrett said as he looks down at the other’s dark brown eyes. He was nervous because he wanted this to be the best Andrew’s first time. First time with a man if fact.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Please. I just need you.” Andrew answered. He needed this and now. He was desperate.

Garrett nodded and smashed his face into the ginger’s. Andrew arched his back a little at the sudden contact. Their lips moving very fluently together and tongues interlocking. Andrew gave out a small moan as the blond licked the back of Andrew’s top teeth. Garrett dragged his large hands down Andrew’s body while Andrew gripped the back of Garrett’s hair and neck. This was good, but he needed more.

“Shit, Garrett. Need you.” Andrew said again. Garrett smirked at his boyfriend. The flustered ginger wasn’t always this needy and now it’s time for Garrett to be more dominant.

Garrett sat up from their position to take his shirt off than lifted Andrew off the bed so he was sitting up with Garrett and started pulling off Andrew’s sweatshirt also. Garrett kissed the ginger’s neck and started to nibble on a sensitive area.

“Holy shit-Garrett, I can’t-oh my god.” Andrew moaned. Garrett started to trail his lips down the ginger’s light freckled chest to his lower abdomen. He started pulling Andrew’s pants off and kissed his inner thigh when he pulled the other’s grey sweatpants off his body. Andrew let out a loud moan. Garrett smiled at the reaction from his boyfriend, so he decided to suck a hickey higher on his thigh.

“Oh my god, Garrett, just fuck me,” Andrew whimpered as Garrett continued to suck on his sensitive thighs. Garrett, himself was getting very hard also just watching the other below him, so he took the rest of each other’s clothing as they kiss passionately.

Garrett reached to his bedside table to fetch a small bottle of lube and a condom. He opens the small blue bottle of lube and poured a generous amount on three of his fingers.

“Please hurry. I’m so-I need you Garrett,” Andrew pleaded. He was getting super impatient with his boyfriend and that made his neediness increase.

“Shh, baby boy. I’m trying to make this comfortable. Okay? I need you to relax,” Garrett calmly said. The blond also wanted to hurry up this process, but he needs this to be perfect for Andrew.

Garrett inserted a finger into the other and Andrew arched his back as the finger went deeper inside him. The ginger let out a low groan at the feeling. Garrett soon put in a second finger in with the first as Andrew let out another groan. More for the pain than the pleasure. Then, Garrett hit something that made stars clog up his vision. Andrew let out a loud moan. The pleasure was so intense, he might cry.

“Garrett - ahh - don’t stop - ahh - whatever yo-you’re d-doing.” Andrew stuttered out as Garrett continue to gently thrust his fingers into that spot.

Garrett just smirked continued to stretch Andrew further with a third finger and asking him if he was okay or not. Andrew just responded with quiet moans and frantic nods. This was already so good for Andrew.

“Okay, Andrew, are you ready? I want this to be good for you. I need you to okay with this and I need you to say it,” Garrett quietly asked as he pulled all of his fingers out.

“Oh my god, just get inside me. Holy shit. Holy shi-” The ginger was cut off by the taller man kissing him. Garrett grabbed the condom sitting by him, and without breaking the kiss, he put it on his dick and lubed himself up. Garrett carefully lined himself up to Andrew’s hole and just pushed in the tip. Andrew groaned in pain at the action.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Garrett stopped abruptly and asked Andrew a little concerned.

“It hurt a little but I just need to relax. Please keep going but go slow.” Andrew responded and Garrett muttered an ‘okay’ before pushing in more.

Garrett was very careful and caring to the ginger and Andrew loved that about the other. He swore no other of his partners have done what Garrett has done. It made the ginger feel all warm and fuzzy inside. As the taller kept making his way inside the other, Andrew moaned quietly when Garrett made his face closer to the ginger’s freckled neck and started sucking to reduce the slight discomfort. Garrett kept making little hickey’s around the other neck until he was all the way inside.

“Andrew, tell me when I can move, okay?” Garrett whispered and he waited till the other was ready. Andrew looked back up at Garrett and leaned forward to give him a passionate kiss.

“I love you so much. You’re so handsome. You’re so good to me. Love you.” Andrew rambled quietly to Garrett’s ear as the other blushed from the comment.

After a couple moments of just giving each other compliments with flushed faces, Andrew told Garrett to move and both moaned a little as Garrett started to thrust slowly. Andrew shut his eyes tightly when he pulled Garrett closer by throwing his arms around Garrett’s neck and snuggling close to the crook of the other’s neck.

“How does it feel? You seem to be enjoying this quite a lot.” Garrett purred in the other’s ear.

“Ahh - fuck. Feels so good, Gar - ahh - Garrett.” Andrew whimpered back. Garrett was slowly grazing Andrew’s side with his big hands and this was a lot but Andrew wanted more.

“Please go fa-faster, Please.” Andrew pleaded. Garrett growled and gripped Andrew’s small hips tighter and started going a faster pace. Andrew’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as the pleasure increased and let out a low moan into Garrett’s ear. Garrett angled his hips to hit the other’s prostate and when he found it, Andrew screamed the other’s name. Garrett used all of his energy to thrust faster in that spot.

“Oh sh-shit, I'm going to cum. Please.” Andrew barely whimpered out. Garrett moaned and let out a small “me too”. Andrew screamed Garrett’s name once more before cumming on both their chests. Garrett came shortly after in the condom with a moan.

Both were breathless when Garrett pulled out. Garrett took off the sticky condom and took it with him to the bathroom to throw away and get a damp washcloth for both of them. Garrett went back to Andrew who was still laying on his back coming down from his high. Garrett leaned down and kissed the other’s cheek sweetly before getting on the bed with him and wiping them down. Andrew felt like he couldn’t move his legs for a week. He was so worn out and tired he just wanted to cuddle his boyfriend.

Garrett finished his cleaning and threw the washcloth across his room and whispered to himself a famous basketball player. This made Andrew let out a weak laugh but it still had the power of his normal laugh behind it. Garrett looked over and smiled before laying down with Andrew.

“Are you okay?” Garrett whispered as the other rolled over to snuggle into Garrett’s chest.

“Great. That was great, you’re great. Everythings great.” Andrew smiled to his boyfriend. Garrett giggled and got up to get the blanket as the end of his bed to wrap him and Andrew with. They both huddled close to each other and Garrett kissed the top of Andrew’s ginger curls. Andrew smiled to himself before falling asleep.

#gandrew #garrett watts #andrew siwicki #shane dawson #idk #help

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peter-pan-hoe · 7 years

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Gifts

Warnings: kinda annoying maybe? fluff, swearing probably (y’all know me),

Plot: Reader doesn’t like girly things as stated many times bellow and so the pretty gifts she knows Peter is leaving for her get on her nerves until she confronts him about his feelings for her.

Word Count:1,873

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A white peacock feather, a deep purple pearl, a silver necklace with a large red jeweled pendant and a ebony hair comb studded with blue gemstones.

This is what I found on my bedside dresser this morning.

Like the other things Peter thinks he’s sneakily left me, I opened the top drawer and swept the items onto the ever growing pile of lavish gifts.

“This needs to stop,” I mumbled to myself. But I still smiled to myself because I love the attention.

I know very well that Peter isn’t the type for trinkets. In fact we are very similar in what we like. Weapons, games, pranks.

It confuses me that he thinks I would like anything like the gifts he leaves me.

I’m not even sure he knows I know it’s him. He never says anything and neither do I.

Not until today. I decided to see how far he would go to get me something I liked.

I reached back into the draw and pulled out the red jeweled necklace before heading off to breakfast.

“What’s that?” Tootles asked me as I held it in my hand while eating bread by the fire.

“It’s just a gift one of the boys has left me,” I sighed.

“Why are you sighing?” he asked. “It it not something you like?”

I noted Peter subtly listening to our conversation on the other side of the fire pit.

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” I said slightly louder to be sure Peter heard me. “It’s just these gifts I’m getting are becoming repetitive. I don’t know who’s leaving them but a girl living on and island only needs so many necklaces and combs,”

Peter’s face looked like head realised something. Then he stood and walked off into the forest.

I smiled to myself.

“Why are you smiling?” Tootles asked, reminding me he was still sitting by my side.

“Because Peter heard everything we were talking about,” I laughed lightly. “I know it’s him leaving all these gifts and I’m trying to see what he’ll get me if he thinks I’m not satisfied with my presents.”

“That makes you seem ungrateful,” he smirked at me.

“I’m grateful for the effort and attention,” I said thoughtfully. “But being one of the few boys that actually speaks to me you know very well that I’m not one for girly things,”

“This is true,” he laughed. “Are you ever going to give me back my knife?”

“Hey I won that knife fair and square,” I grumbled. “It’s about time you stop referring to it as yours,”

The following day I woke up to a parcel on my bedside dresser. Brown paper tide with twine.

I sat up with and eager smile and tore open the paper, revealing a beautiful wooden box, stained a deep caramel colour. The latch and lid hinges were a polished brass and on the bottom was a velvet finish to give it grip.

I smirked at the effort and opened the box. In it was rows of plush velvet covered cushions each holing several jeweled rings.

“Really?” I thought aloud. “I said I was over necklaces so I get rings instead?”

One towards the centre of the box caught my eye. It was a simple steel band with a strange symbol etched into it.

It didn’t house any jewels or gems.

The symbol didn’t look to mean anything, simply decoration.

“This is nice…” I hummed and pulled the ring from the cushion.

I slipped on on my middle finger but found it too tight, then on my ring finger but found it too loose.

Eventually I put it on my right thumb and smiled as I held my hand before me, admiring the tough look it gave my small hand.

An idea suddenly popped into my head to put some other gifts to use that I would enjoy.

I rummaged through the draw and managed to find 7 feathers all seemingly from different birds.

I wove them into some small warrior braids running along my hairline from the top of my ears to the nape of my neck, one on either side with feathers tied in at the bottom as well.

I got a few looks from the boys on my way to breakfast, clearly about my hair, doubtfully about the ring.

“Nice style,” Tootles grinned as I sat between him and Cubby. “I filled Cubby in on your plan to mess with Peter,”

“Thanks,” I grinned at the compliment. I held out my hand so they could see the ring too. “I got this among others this morning,”

“I wish Peter was in love with me,” Cubby sighed, earning confused looks from Tootles and I,

“Are you in love with Peter?” I asked. “I didn’t know you swung that way,”

“What? No!” Cubby seemed to realise what he’d said and his reaction brought laughter from Tootles and I.

“I just want gifts!” Cubby reached around me and whack Tootles in the arm.

“Ease off now boys,” I laughed. “I still want to enjoy my breakfast,”

“Shh Peter’s coming,” Tootles nudged me.

“I’m talking about breakfast why do I need to shush?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Just the other thing,” he whispered as Peter sat down in his usual spot on the opposite side of the fire pit.

“Hey check this,” Cubby giggled a little before speaking louder. “Y/N did you get any gifts today?”

Peter’s head shot up like a sleeping dog who heard someone say ‘walk’

“I found a box of ring on my dresser,” I smiled. “It’s a nice change from necklaces but seriously, who needs jewelry on Neverland?”

“Well you would look rather fetching with that red pendant you had yesterday stuffed between your-”

“Tootles!” I whack the black and white clad boy in the arm. “How lewd! I never took you for a lecher!”

I huddled slightly closer, noticing the anger appearing on Peter’s face.

“What the hell?” I hissed quickly.

“Just roll with it,” he hissed back and reached behind me to tap Cubby who nodded to say he would also go along with whatever Tootles was planning.

“I don’t know how your secret admirer is Y/N,” he said loud enough for Peter to hear. “But If I had the chance to win the affections of someone as beautiful as you I would find a way off this island and bring you a dragon!”

he winked and gestured to Peter with his eyes.

I glance quickly at him and saw how intently he was listening.

Then Cubby joined in.

“As one of you closest friend my dear Y/N,” he said dramatically. “I know that you do not care for trinkets nor would you have use of a dragon. Even if silly Tootles could find a way off Neverland and manage to survive not only meeting a dragon but capturing it. If I were to attempt to win your affections I would present you with armor fashioned from Tootle’s dragon’s hide,”

I laughed at the fake battle boys we having over me.

“Well I thank you for both of your suggestions but sadly neither of you are my secret admirer,” I smiled then added. “He who is though should reveal himself soon or find something practical fitting of a lost girl,”

I made sure to enunciate lost girl enough so maybe he’d catch on to something less girly as I watched him run his hand through his hair thoughtfully before vanishing.

The next morning I was eager to find what was left for me and found pretty iron key with a little bow tied to the handle.

I sat up and saw by the foot of my bed, a large wooden chest, likely what the key unlocks.

I grabbed the key and knelt in front of the chest and opened it to discover piles of clothes.

I held up a pair of pants that resembled those of a wealthy horse rider.

“Seriously?” I mumbled as I rummaged further into the chest

I saw a deep red piece of silky fabric and gently tugged the whole thing to the surface.

I wasn’t sure what I was holding until I stood in front of the full body mirror that seemed to company the chest.

I wanted to scowl but I was surprised by the lovely sight before me.

The item was a floor length gown that trailed far along the ground.

“Hmm…” I smiled slightly as I though of going to a gala in this.

Then I remembered how much i hate galas. And where I was.

I growled and tossed the dress back into the chest.

“Peter!” I shouted once I’d left the camp, unable to find him.

“Yes?” his voice came from above me.

I looked up and saw him lounging on a tree branch carving something wooden, rounded and intricate like a ring but much larger.

“I said that you should either reveal yourself or present me something fit for a lost girl,” I put my hand on my him triumphantly as I saw him stiffen in shock. “A chest full of pretty clothes is not what I had in mind,”

“How did you know it was me?” he looked at me nervously.

I was surprised to see our fearless leader show nerves like that of a young boy.

“I’ve known the whole time!” I half shouted. “For starters who else has access to the type if things? The other boys can’t leave to get them and the imagination power of the island cant create something wish such quality. and secondly I’ve seen you sneaking around my tent at night! I’m a light sleeper,”

He looked thoughtful for a few moments.

“So the things you’ve been saying to Tootles and Cubby about your disinterest in the gifts,” he started slowly. “It was a trick?”

“I wanted to see if you’d catch on that I don’t like girly things,” I huffed with a smirk.

“How am I meant to catch on to that?” he laughed, jumping down from his spot in the tree. “What kind of things do you like?”

“Not fancy chests full of dresses and riding pants,” I rolled my eyes. “We don’t even have horses on Neverland, what am I meant to ride? Ground hogs out in the forest?”

he laughed then. I could see my jokes and calm demeanor we making him less nervous.

“Why do you keep leaving gifts for me?” I folded my arms over my chest.

“You haven’t figured it out?” he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh no of course I have I just want you to say it,” i smirked evilly.

“Say what?” he copied my smirk as he stepped closer.

“You like me,” I drew out the word ‘like’ in a girly voice to tease him.

“Shut up,” he laughed stepping close enough that I had to crane my neck to look up at him.

“It’s okay because I like you too,” I grinned.

He held up the wooden ring he’d been carving so I was able to see it was a crown.

“What do you think of this?” he offered it to me.

“I like it,” I smiled as i turned it over in my hands. “But is it really fit for a lost girl?”

“Perhaps not a lost girl,” he too the crown from my hands and placed it lightly on my head. “But it is fit for a queen,”

I closed the space between us and kissed him harshly on the lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist while mine slinked up into his hair.

Then I pulled away and smiled.

“But seriously though I want cool knives or some shit,”

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Powerpuff Girls 2016 - “Memory Lane of Pain”

Written by: Haley Mancini, Jake Goldman

Written & Storyboarded by: Phil Jacobson, John West, Andy Cung

Directed by: Nick Jennings, Bob Boyle

There are far too many easy jokes to make here.

The episode starts with Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup flying back home to talk about their latest adventure. While the original would actually show this battle, the reboot is fine with just having the Puffs talk about it instead. Then again, it was about fighting boxes.

Buttercup bumps into a box, and that unseen battle gives Buttercup the excuse to eye laser it. This box was held by the Professor, who was in a position where the eye laser would have went right through his body. Thankfully for him, his lab coat is heat resistant!

SCIENCE!

UNNECESSARY!

The Professor is actually sorting together photos and other momentos for a "Hall of Fame-ily"! The show takes the time to point out how its own pun is unfunny. His excuse for making it? So they can remember what happened after that accident with the amnesia ray! My first instinct is that this is yet another excuse for why the reboot is different they'll never mention again, much like the giant guinea pig that destroyed Pokey Oaks.

This confusion expands even further when Blossom pulls out an old photo of her facing off against a zombie magician! And not just any Blossom or zombie magician, either...

...but it happens to be a screenshot of the original show’s Abracadaver! This even comes with a rendition of the original show's theme song as well.

Blossom: Man, I looked so different back then. And better written. And more badass! Man, I should aspire to be this good again!

Okay, she really only says the first line. While it’s not “Teen Titans Go making fun of the haters by making a fake tease for Teen Titans Season 6” or “Teen Titans Go calling people who hate the show crying babies”, it’s not exactly a tribute either. Thankfully, this is the only time they drag out the original; a good decision on their part.

By the way, if they were affected by that amnesia ray, how come Blossom can remember this? I guess this amnesia works just like those stock amnesia plots. A better question: why keep talking about the original if this was supposed to be a reboot? Buttercup wet willies Blossom with a tentacle to make the viewer forget this. No, context will not make it better.

While Blossom and Buttercup are happy looking at their many memories, Bubbles can’t seem to find memories that she can look at fondly. The Professor tries to tell her what she did, but as the loving father that he is, he can't seem to recall. He does find some newspaper clippings, but the news wasn't too kind, either.

Yeah, they really are trying to make it seem like Bubbles, or the "Pig-Tail" as she's apparently known, is the worthless one of the three. In order for this plot to work, we have to ignore Boogie Frights, Bubblevicious, Mime For A Change, Bubblevision, and Three Girls and a Monster. If Abracadaver is canon, so are those. Even if we only count the reboot episodes, because “LOL, amnesia ray”, there’s Power-Up Puff, Viral Spiral, and Splitsville. Splitsville shared all but one of the writers and storyboarders of this episode, so there's no excuse.

Blossom tries to call back to a time where Bubbles was helpful, and pulls out a dolly of Salvador Dali. Some may be thinking that this episode is going to turn into City of Clipsville, as it already has the "box of mementos" theme going on. They'd be slightly right, though a more accurate title would be "City of Episode Ideas We Couldn't Stretch Into Twelve Minutes...Ville".

We see a new villain named the Rubber Bandit, who uses rubber bands to steal things. He's at a Salvador Dolly store, which sells dolls based on the famous artist! It's funny because Dolly and Dali sound alike!

The Powerpuff Girls, disguised as the dollies, reveal themselves, ready to stop this madness. The Rubber Bandit tries to defeat them by flinging rubber bands at them, and I'm surprised it doesn't work. As a Plan B, the Rubber Bandit offers them one of the Salvador Dollys with a new frilly purple dress! Blossom and Buttercup aren't too interested, but guess who is!

Bubbles is so happy, we get this lovely frame of animation. She thinks it's so cute, with it's dress and the ticking noise it makes. It then explodes, revealing it to be retrofitted with a rubber band bomb that ties them up in giant rubber bands they can't get out of. Yup, tie them up, and they're as helpless as Olive Oyl. Rope, rubber bands, I'm sure you can tie them up in dental floss and I wouldn't even bat an eye at this point.

He then gets away, but not before bumping into a window first. I think this is supposed to signify that the Powerpuff Girls could have easily handled this villain, if it wasn't for that useless pig-unnecessary hyphen-tail!

Suddenly, a clock turns into a face, which then melts like the famous Salvador Dali painting! We cut to the present for a second so Buttercup can say that wasn’t what happened. It's that joke from Green Wing, except instead of senility, it's...

Blossom: Shh...amnesia ray!

The "amnesia ray" explanation isn't just to explain why the Reboot Puffs are so different from the 1998 ones; it also gets episodes out of plot the holes it writes themselves into. They suddenly get out of the shop with no explanation on how they got out of the rubber bands. That amnesia ray is never mentioned again, and to be honest, it shouldn't have been mentioned at all.

After that, the Rubber Bandit gets away in his monster truck. This plot must have came from the crew's Mad Libs session. Blossom has an idea: use a rubber band slingshot to throw a giant lobster telephone sculpture that adorns the shop to stop the getaway vehicle. At least that's a Salvador Dali reference!

They crush the car, making the Rubber Bandit fly out of the car. Blossom flies in to grab him and flies him right into the ground.

A rare action scene in this superhero comedy. Unfortunately, the Rubber Bandit wasn't harmed by this, because...

Rubber Bandit: I'm rubber, and you're glue!

Blossom follows that with a one liner that is totally not a placeholder joke they decided to keep in.

Blossom: Actually, I'm laser eyes!

Rubber Bandit, likely confused by the lack of actual wit, gets eye lasered by Blossom. While he himself is unharmed, the rubber bands that made up his overalls have melted him into a rubber ball. She then bounces it like a basketball, and throws it across town.

It then gets dunked by Salvador Dali himself! Because he's wacky! Blossom short end, Bubbles is unhappy.

Bubbles is upset because that story didn't make her look good, and Blossom responds that she confused herself with Bubbles. The Professor agrees. In a lot of episodes, I agree, too. It's a problem with this reboot; especially in episodes with the rascally little green princess in the spotlight, Blossom and Bubbles usually play the same role. It's usually Penelope Pitstop. Speaking of which, both on the green girl and Penelope Pitstop...

We flash back to a time where the Powerpuff Girls faced off against Popsicles, which is pronounced pop-see-clees. While spelling may be tough for them, at least I can’t fault them for a creative use of pronunciations. He likes to turn people into ice cream! The Powerpuff Girls show up, and Blossom does a pun!

Blossom: Justice is about to be served...soft served! Buttercup: Ha. Nice. (fist bump)

That might as well be the show's laugh track.

Bubbles tries to repeat what Blossom does by using her knowledge of physics and using a fire hose to hose down Popsicles! Hey, copying Blossom's strategy; it's just like what she did in Splitsville! It's too bad if she was actually successful, it would be pretty bad for this episode's plot of making Bubbles completely useless, so all she does is cover the entire town with water. It also covers Blossom in water, which Popsicles freezes, trapping Blossom in her own element.

Blossom then gets turned into one of those ice cream bars. Then Bubbles gets turned into an ice cream bar, too.

While Bubbles and Buttercup got to help out Blossom in her story, Buttercup's story is yet another "girly ones become damsels in distress" plot. There is a key difference: Buttercup doesn't have to learn a lesson. The whole point of this episode is to make Bubbles look bad, after all.

Much like the actual ice cream bars!

Popsicles, apparently never getting the idea of shooting Buttercup with his ice cream-ification rays, rushes forward to do an all out popsicle sword battle. Buttercup uses her sisters, which seems like a way to make Blossom and Bubbles more useful. It turns out, popsicles are stronger than ice cream bars, as they quickly get dented and start to fall off the sticks. So much for that!

This especially doesn't end well for this episode's punching bag, who melts in the street. I should be happy that the Reboot Puff that is most often a jerk is getting the short end here, but I'm not. They're not making fun of her for being a jerk, they're making fun of her because she's the most childish and least smart of the three. Mean spirited jokes happen throughout the entire episode, and it never feels good.

Buttercup gets sick of all of this, and just decides to use a flamethrower aura to melt him down. She could have used her eye lasers for the same effect, but I guess we needed a reminder that the reboot Puffs still have Green Lantern powers.

Popsicles goes out pretty violently, too, as we get to see his popsicle stick skeleton as he quotes the Wicked Witch of the West. Again, a good scene by reboot standards. Two words that probably shouldn't exist together: reboot and standards.

When Popsicles gets melted down, everyone gets turned back to normal. Except for Bubbles, whose ice cream pigtail was eaten by a dog. Buttercup plot over, and Bubbles is still unhappy because that didn't make her look good, either.

This unhappiness continues to the next morning, as Bubbles eye lasers her alarm clock at 9 in the morning. Blossom and Buttercup tell her to get up and look outside, but she keeps complaining that she's useless and unintelligent.

We had a short where Blossom saved the day, and a short where Buttercup saved the day. The logical next step is to have a third short where Bubbles saves the day. It can even be used as a satisfying ending, making new mementos and a new stride to make a difference. However, they decided to throw a curve ball instead. And by curve ball, I mean they threw the ball straight up and hit themselves in the face.

She comes out and sees a bunch of people cheering her! See, Bubbles was already being helpful, not by doing anything impressive, like convincing a monster to not destroy the city by talking to it or taking a laser beam up to 11, but saving cats and joining barbershop quartets! The Professor, who once couldn't even figure out what Bubbles has done that was good, tells her that she's good for being an "everyday hero".

Considering the rest of the episode, "everyday hero" seems to be a codeword for "joke character", especially for a hero that's supposed to be super powerful. This "twist" is so forced, I almost expected them to reveal that this was a total lie, and that these people were forced to act like Bubbles did something to make her feel better. It may as well be, considering we never see Bubbles do any of these good deeds. Bubbles is happy anyway, as the episode ends with Bubbles taking a picture for the Hall of Fame-ily.

Which falls down. I don’t get it, is this supposed to signify that this was a bad idea? They’re not wrong.

Does the title fit?

A good chunk of the episode is flashback. Of course, the word "pain" fits perfectly here, but it would fit most episodes of this reboot.

How does it stack up?

It's good to see the Powerpuff Girls actually fight crime in this episode. That's the one positive every episode should have, which is not something I can say for the reboot.

The two flashbacks aren’t horrific, but not beyond okay at best, either. The first was just random humor. The other is just another "Buttercup saves her sisters" plot without any point. The framing device that contains these shorts is mean spirited at worst, and the ending didn't convince me that it wasn't.

I wondered if an episode made to hate on my least favorite Reboot Puff would be satisfying, and I can say it isn't. That Bubbles ice cream picture would be a good rating for this episode, but I'd rather keep my ratings consistent. This is not an episode I'll put on my Hall Of Fame for this show...which mostly consists of dust bunnies.

Next week, could it be the return of Sapna Nehru?

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