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themonkeycabal · 4 years ago

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Wandavision Ep 7 Spoilers

Spoilers below

Good morning. There's a guy power washing the sidewalks at 12:30 a.m., and the drone from the generator is drilling into my brain. So I will watch WandaVision instead of doing something I might regret.

Previously on: Wanda was getting sick of Pietro's shit. Vision knows/thinks his wife is behind all the creepy shenanigans, and he tried to escape the Hex, only to fly to pieces in the real world. I can relate.

Outside, Monica, Jimmy, and Darcy were banished from the SWORD circus by Acting Director Dick, because of course. They snuck back in, also because of course. Darcy hacked AD Dick's files and found out he's Up to Something. Then she ran to try and help Vision and got herself arrested and handcuffed to a jeep. Which is where the brave SWORD agents left her when they ran away as Wanda, attempting to save Vision, expanded the Hex, swallowing Darcy and the SWORD compound, turning it all into a sitcom circus. Well deserved. Well, not Darcy, but anyway.

AD Dick escaped. Unfortunately. But, so did Jimmy and Monica who were off to her mystery aerospace engineer friend to find a way into the Hex.

Also, Tommy and Billy have powers.

The episode 7 summary is a delight: "Two super-powered beings living ideal suburban lives suspect that everything is not as it seems." You don't say, Disney+.

Wanda wakes, regrets everything, and hides under the covers. Understandable. Cut away to her addressing the camera The Office style "Look, we've all been there. Letting our fear and anger get the best of us; intentionally expanding the boarders of the false world we created". (cut to screaming running SWORD minions lol).

The boys come to get her, their game is freaking out. The video game controllers can't decide what decade they're in and are glitching it up.

Billy says his head feels weird and noisy. Wanda isn't terribly responsive. Mommy needs some her time.

"As punishment for my reckless evening, I plan on taking a quarantine-style staycation. A whole day. Just to myself. That'll show me." lol

Wanda eventually rouses herself, goes downstairs in her robe and sweats, ignores the boys fighting over a video game controller, and goes for the sugariest cereal. The milk container keeps glitching, she tries very very hard to ignore that.

Interesting Office-style opening credits, where it's just her name on everything. Vision is only added at the end, with the tag "Created by Wanda Maximoff".

Out in the real world, what is the point of SWORD? Like how do they have jurisdiction? Where is SHIELD. Director Mack, wtf, dude?

Anyway, now that part of their camp has been swallowed by the hex, they're further out, staring at the angry glowing force-field. AD Dick is a dick. He wants to know what's happening with the broadcast. His little minion says the signal's gone. Ominously he says "we launch today". Mmmm, what delightfully heavy-handed dipshittery will we have to endure?

Back inside. Vision wakes in the field at the edge of town that is now a circus. And lots and lots of clowns. He gets yelled at by a strongman who seems to think Vision is the new clown and tells him he's late for rehearsal with the escape artist. Who is Darcy. lol

"I put in for the bearded lady. But this alabaster complexion wasn't fooling anyone."

Darcy is chained to a ye olde fire engine or tractor or something. Vision walks up to her making a weird face and kind of waving his hand back and forth between them.

"You don't remember me from last night? We locked eyes, there was an unspoken understanding." Darcy tells him "um, hard pass." lol She busts out of her chains and walks away, Vision chases after.

Back at home, Wanda wants to know if the boys have seen dad, they haven't, but Billy wants to know about that whole thing Uncle Pietro said about dad being dead again. Wanda says Pietro is not their uncle. The boys don't understand, and Wanda has a little rambling breakdown about how she has no answers and maybe there's no meaning to anything ha ha don't worry boys mommy's just having a little depression.

Agnes knocks and then, you know, strolls in, when Wanda magics the door open.

"Hi Agnes. I'd get up but I just don't, ahahahah, want to." If I was Billy or Tommy I'd mount a search for dad. Stat.

Agnes: "I think I got there in the nick of time, 'cause she was one split-end away from cutting her own bangs."

(It's 1 a.m. and I swear to God, that man is still power-washing the sidewalks.)

Agnes suggests the boys go with her and give mommy that 'me time' she so desperately needs. The boys are reluctant but Wanda is ecstatic.

Once alone with her certainly soggy cereal, Wanda settles back to watch crappy daytime TV. But, damn it, the furniture is glitching through the eras.

"I'm fine! I'm fine hahahah. *sigh* I'm fine. i'm fine. … I'm fine."

In the real world. Jimmy and Monica are still on the move. The file on project whatever it was from last episode (Cataract), that Darcy forwarded to Jimmy's email, has finally found its way to him. It's R&D reports.

Oh, that asshole, AD Dick was trying to bring Vision back online. Monica puts the pieces together "Heyward wants his sentient weapon back."

Jimmy says somebody has to tell Wanda.

Good thing they arrive at the other side of the Hex, I guess? Where Monica has another team waiting. An Agent Goodner. They brought her like some sort of big Mars rover thingy.

Vision is still trying to talk to Darcy. "You tried to help me." "Doubtful. I'm notoriously self-involved."

lol, some amusing back and forth. Darcy is an f'ing delight and I don't just say that because I am obviously hideously biased.

Vision distracts her with a mime and takes the opportunity to do his brain mojo on her, waking her up. "Part of me secretly wanted a guest spot on this show, but seriously that sucked."

"Dr. Lewis. I have questions." "I have answers."

And then they steal the funnel cake truck.

"Dr. Lewis, my questions. Are my children safe?" "That I don't know." "And who was that Pietro?" "Beats me."

Wanda is still working on her bowl of cereal. Give it up, sister. The house redecorates itself around her.

Uh-oh, in her talking head segment, about how she doesn't understand whats going on, the person behind the camera speaks, and asks if maybe it's what she deserves. "You're not supposed to talk."

Commercial time. For a depression medication. "Nexus, a unique antidepressant that works to anchor you back to your reality. Or the reality of your choice."

Back in Westview. The boys are hanging at Agnes's. Billy has a rabbit. As happens at your crazy neighbor's house. But, he says he likes it there, because it's quiet. "You're quiet, Agnes. On the inside." J'ACCUSE, AGNES!

Back at Monica's backup camp, she's getting suited up in her SWORD astronaut suit. Jimmy's sad because Darcy's missing the fun. But, Monica will rescue her. SWORD is worse than SHIELD for slapping their name all over everything.

Monica and the little rover zoom off to the hex. Should she really go that fast? Maybe this is something to take cautiously? Oh, and look, she hit it hard and she's stuck. The Hex doesn't want to let her in, but she keeps trying. And now the Hex is eating into the rover — sorry, *re-writing* it. Well that was a dumb plan. Sorry guys, but come on.

Monica escapes, but the hex eats the rover and then spits it out, the front half transformed into a truck. Monica is shocked, Jimmy calls for a medic, and as they run forward, Jimmy, who has known Monica for like two days, recognizes she's got 'I'm a heroic dummy' face on and he's all "noooooo!". She runs for the hex and pushes her way in.

This is a really long sequence of her going through the hex. Like … too long. Sorry, but it is. There's a whole thing where she's hearing voices from moments in her life, and she hears Carol tell her how she's a tough kid, and now Monica is Filled With Resolve and breaks through the Hex, still in her Astronaut outfit, so like she resisted the sitcom wardrobe department.

I enjoy this show, but there are moments of hokeyness that I find very trying.

The hex rewrites you at a basic level as you pass through it. So, third time through and Monica's eyes are glowy blue and she can, like, see electrical currents, or electromagnetic fields (it looks like). Trippy. She can see power along the power lines, fields around streetlights. Closing her eyes and shaking her head makes it all go away. Of course.

Meanwhile, Darcy and Vision are on their slow-speed getaway in the Funnel Cake truck. She's trying to catch him up on what's happened since he's been dead. They keep hitting red lights and obstacles. Vision thinks Wanda's doing it to keep him from getting home. "I'm not amused," he tells the camera with a very not amused face on. lol

Vision is trying to understand what he is now. It's not going well. "My corporeal form was born from Ultron's plan for global genocide?" "Correct-o." Darcy might not be the best person to be explaining this to him.

"What am I now?" Poor Vision.

Darcy takes a deep breath. In fairness, she looks like maybe she'd rather not be the one doing the explaining, either. "Honestly, I'm a STEM type of lady, so I thought she just flipped a switch on your head and brought you back to life. What I don't get is why you can't leave the hex."

Vision is having an existential crisis. But, Darcy assures him that based on her week-long experience as a fan of WandaVision, he and Wanda do really love each other. So, there's that. "You belong together," says the shameless shipper.

Meanwhile, Monica has arrived at the Maximoff residence and busts into the house, breathlessly trying to tell Wanda it's all Heyward being a dick, but Wanda's stunned by the sudden entry and then too pissed to really listen. "The drones, the missiles, Pietro." "No, Pietro wasn't us." "All you do is lie." She's tossing Monica around with her powers.

Monica, friend, buddy, pal, was that really your plan? To barge right in and just … what? Talk fast and hope she didn't yeet your ass again? Okay, she didn't have a lot of time, I get that, but surely she could have come up with something. Like, she should have found Darcy and Vision first, and then the three of them could approach Wanda. But, no. Jimmy Woo would have a plan, Monica.

Well, fortunately for Monica she's been rewritten into Electricity Lass. She hits the ground with a staticky crackle and her eyes glow blue again. Wanda's all "bu-whu?"

"The only lies I've told are the ones you put in my mouth," Monica says all angry like. Mmmkay, I thought you were trying to help? Wanda does not care for this response. Because, no offense Monica, but the last time she heard your voice, she had a missile launched at her head.

Monica challenges her. "Do it then, take me out." Not an approach I’d go for, but it seems to work, and Wanda hesitates and Monica tries to warn her again, that unlike Wanda who isn’t actually violent and evil, Heyward will burn down Westview to get what he wants. "Don't let him make you the villain."

"Maybe I already am."

Next door, Agnes is looking out the window, watching them, with a considering look on her face. BECAUSE SHE IS IN ON WHATEVER THIS IS.

Monica is still trying to talk down Wanda. Agnes interrupts. Creepily. And shepherds Wanda away.

Vision and Darcy are thwarted in their journey again. "Oh come on! Kids? What's next? Puppies?"

Vision takes the faster way and intangibles himself out of the van and flies off, leaving Darcy at the endless intersection. "Go on! I'll just meet you there then?"

Back at Agnes's shack of creepy ladies who are freaking up to something. Where are the boys? Oh, Wanda notices the half-eaten PB&Js and the nightmarish kids' show on the telly. Behind her the bunny is in its cage. No sign of the boys. Agnes says they're probably playing in the basement.

Wanda wanders off to find them. But, there are no boys, only horror show creepiness. The basement turns into some weird sort of domed cavern with arches all around and in the middle a weird glowing rectangle.

Agnes comes up behind her. "You didn't think you were the only magical girl in town, did you?" I was wise to you, Agnes. Which, given she was a featured co-star, was probably no great insight on my part. BUT STILL!

"The name's Agatha Harkness. Lovely to finally meet you, dear." OH! LOLOLOL! OH, I didn't see that one coming. Wow, you got me, show. It never occurred to me for a second that it was Agatha Harkness.

And now a fantastic montage of Agatha doing tricksy things as Agnes through the series, with the best theme song ever "Who's been messing up everything? It's been Agatha, all along! Who's been pulling every evil string? It's been Agatha, all along. She's insidious. HA HA! So perfidious." Oh man, this is great. "And I killed Sparky, too."

LOL. Great ending.

Hey, an unexpected mid-credits scene of Monica trying to get into the house. Maybe Agnes's? Oh, yeah, she finds a storm cellar and opens the doors, to see a stone stairway with vines or roots growing all around it and zippy electrical sparks and such. Pietro appears behind her. "Snoopers gonna snoop."

Credits!

Well then.

I KNEW IT! I didn't know what I knew, but I knew I knew a thing!

#wandavision #wandavision spoilers #wandavision liveblog

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the19thduckpotato · 5 years ago

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In the Shadow of a Smile (Pt 4)

Part 3

Toshi's thoughts rambled aimlessly again. Why did she have Izuku stay? Something to do with me? He grimaced. I really wish she wouldn't. I can take care of myself... Is that a fact, now? Listen.... Further thoughts were cut short as Izuku jogged up. Toshi's face split into a warm grin. "There you are!"

Izuku grinned back, falling into step beside Toshi (three short steps to each long one). "Hi!" He fumbled with the opening of the strawberry popcorn, munching on a few kernels. I wonder if he can have any... I know he can have sugar in small amounts, but... he does have his own kind of popcorn. Best not to offer n put him in the position of refusing, he'll sneak a few kernels of mine on his own if he wants some.

Toshi smiled down at his fan student son protege, amused by their comparative steps. He tried to shorten his own steps and looked about. "See any store you'd like to visit?" is it strange that I want to give him every good thing that he deserves? Am I allowed to do that? Well, i mean, I'm All Might, I can do whatever I like... not that I'd ever abuse that. He watched Izuku. It'd be blatant favoritism. But he deserves it. But that would paint an even bigger target than he already has on him. Which he definitely does not deserve. Toshi's steps slowed more as he let Izuku get ahead of him. I wish... And he squashed that thought immediately, startled that he even thought it.

Izuku looked around. "Aaahhh..." His eyes popped wide when he saw a certain storefront. "Ooh!! There!!" He bounced and pointed, though he quickly snatched his hand back as he remembered Pointing Was Rude.

Toshi's head snapped up and he squinted. What in the...?

Izuku turned and grinned up at Toshi excitedly. "Can we go there??"

The blond looked amused verging on jovial laughter. He almost teased Izuku about was there really a need for more plastic All Mights in the dorm? Just because you feel crummy is no reason to pick on the kid, even jokingly. He picked this store, now let's learn a little more about what makes Izuku happy. "Of course. I've been meaning to find myself a Chibi Aizawa eraser topper." He winked.

Izuku smothered a laugh. "He's underground, they don't make merch of him!" Wait what am I even gonna buy in here, they sell All Might merch, and I'm taking ALL MIGHT in here, that's so cheesy and weird! Can I just look at stuff? Will he think it's a waste of time if I do? Oh no, why did I pick this?? Because you were excited, that's why. Because he asked and you answered, now shut up and Deal With It. Hhhnnngg.... "Do... do you maybe wanna find somewhere else though, because I know it's probably weird and-- and maybe there's somewhere else you'd rather be and I'd 100% like to go with you n honestly I don't even know what I'd want to buy from here, I was just looking...." Izuku grinned and rambled sheepishly as they got closer to the store, both wanting to go in and very much not.

Toshi just casually steered his charge into the store without breaking his slowed stride. "Weird? I want to see what's selling. And who is." He wrinkled his nose. "I'm not overly fond of the whole marketing aspect of this job... but I get it." He picked up a plush grinning All Bean and half smiled. "Small mementos of the people you look up to. Reminders that mean different things to different people. If seeing my face plastered everywhere gave people hope, then so much the better." He didnt like the idea of some of his fans being denied that hope simply because they didnt have the money... but he also knew the heroing business was lucratively expensive. "--oop!" He pointed at a pile of gray scarves and grinned impishly. "Yessssssss."

Izuku gave a high-pitched laugh when he saw, then ducked and hoped no one heard him. He grinned back at Toshi and nodded. His gaze flitted around the store, landing on a Crimson Riot hoodie in a rack of clothes. "Oh! Kirishima would love that!" He pointed again.

Toshi picked up one of the scarves--it was much shorter than the real deal--and tossed it about his shoulders. He affected a regal pose. "What do you think?" he said, trying a droning Aizawa impression.

Izuku squeaked and hid his grin in his hands, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. He lifted his head, composure regained with a straight face.

"Blah blah, stop showing off, blah, I never get any sleep, blah, I have 20 cats and they're all named Mittens--"

Izuku's mouth twitched. He repeated the process. Shaking his head, he mumbled shyly, "Noooooo... we can't make fun of him...."

"I'm sorry," Toshi snorted, trying to look apologetic. "That was disrespectful." Jerk. Toshi's ears tinged red as he set the scarf back. "You know what I'm looking forward to?"

Izuku looked up curiously, surprised at how quickly Toshi put the scarf back and how sad he sounded at the end. "--Oh?"

"When shops like these are filled to the brim with green. Then I can be the big collector." If you even make it that-- "I'll be able to cite facts about my favorite hero, snatch up first editions, maybe get an autograph if I'm lucky." He smiled hopefully at his kid.

Izuku squeeeeaked, hiding his face in his hands one more time. He quickly flew to Toshi, hugging his arm tightly. Of course you can you can have so much more than that you can have me, right there, oh please let me still be there--

"Heck, I know just the people to talk to about--i mean, if that's the way you'd like to go. Merchandizing and all." Toshi shrugged shyly. "You're already making an impact now, just wait till you're well known. People will be demanding Deku merch, heh." He looked about the store, all the current heroes familiar and easy to spot. He blinked and saw different heroes now, the kids from UA. Not just Izuku, not just Class 1A, but all the students. He blinked again, eyes stinging. I want to see that.

"Whuh-wuh... uuuhhh... I mean." Izuku lifted his head from where it was hidden against Toshi's arm and blinked. "Yeah, I'd rather talk to your people than try to do it on my own, but..." You mean you want HIM to talk to them and you not say anything, like a shy little puppy.... ...Look, that's a long way off though.... He didn't contradict himself. "I mean, maybe let's cross that bridge when we come to it. I don't know if that's even legal yet, I don't even have my full license...." Can unlicensed heroes even have merch deals? I mean I'm not unlicensed but it's only provisional....

Toshi grinned knowingly. "I already know you're going to need merch. No rush, of course... but if you keep going at the rate you already are, well."

Izuku muffled a long wobbly squeak against Toshi’s side.

"And to think that lil old me got to be fortunate enough to be the Great Deku's first fan. Man," Toshi whistled. "Am I ever lucky!" And for what it was worth, he meant every word.

Izuku could tell, and the fact made his heart feel all weird and tied up all the sheepish brushing-off he wanted to do in long confusing ribbons mixed with thanks. "...But-- you made Deku, though... I'd be nothing without you." Well, not nothing... I'd still be a person. But I wouldn't be a pro without you. I'm still not there, yet, but I hope... one day....

Toshi gazed at him fondly. "Do you really still believe that? That passing you--" He paused, mindful they were in public, and gestured you know. "--the, ah, heroic torch would have been the same no matter who it was passed to?" "A Quirkless middle schooler? What are you thinking?! Such a boy could never serve as the Symbol of Peace!!" Toshi had coughed thickly but still proudly responded with, "He really has this burning desire to help people." And yet, Mirai had refused to listen, hanging up on his former partner. "...I picked you on purpose. And each passing week only reinforces my decision. Please do not doubt that. Deku exists because you exist, firstly. I just gave you a helping hand, that's all." He grinned and brushed one bang away.

Izuku smiled softly-- mostly with his eyes. He rested his forehead against Toshi's arm, trying to think of words that would both satisfy Toshi and yet still be true. "Not... exactly the same, no. But I think... the other children out there... have just as much... potential. As I do."

"They do." Toshi tousled Izuku's hair. "And would that I could help all of them the same way. But..." he held up one finger. "Power is a tricky thing. It has an effect on people and not always good. The most well intentioned person can still do terrible things. "So it isn't just a matter of being suitable. You earned my trust by not blabbing my secret. You inspired me to action when I believed I could do no more. You...well. You made me want to live again. Something that not even All Might could do. So who's the strong one now, eh? "Frankly, kid, I'll be honest--i don't think there's a whole lot of people like you out there. Don't sell yourself short."

Izuku gazed up at Toshi in wonder. He tried to think of something to say... his mouth twitched into a smile. "But I am short!"

Toshi just stared for a moment. S t a r e d.

Izuku slowly unsmiled himself. Not sad, but confused... "...Not funny?"

Then burst into a roar of laughter, helplessly trying to gasp, "well of course--heehee--next to me--"

The smile came back full force. Izuku burst into laughter too-- "Well YEAH, you're a GIANT!!" He looked up at Toshi with the brightest grin.

Toshi tried to regain his composure, looked at Izuku, used his hand to compare their heights, wheezed more laughter. "I'm onlyheeheehee seven fooahahaha oh no help--"

The laughter was incredibly contagious, Izuku hiccuping out noises that were a cross between a donkey and a chihuahua.

Toshi made a desperate noise at Izuku's noises, his laughter getting more out of control. Tears squirted out and he weakly grasped at his kid's shoulder. He was dimly aware others would be staring but the floodgates had opened and he could only ride the wave at this point. This marvelous wonderful wave.

Izuku's face was starting to hurt, but he was happy, SO happy. He tried his best to support Toshi but he, too, was a floppy noodle of hilarity.

Toshi fought to get himself back under control, his laughter finally tapering off into snickers, then slowing down to an occasional giggle. He took a deep breath and checked on his kid.

One last snort.

Toshi's eyes widened. Ohno. He clapped one hand over his mouth but his eyes still twinkled.

A tired giggle. Izuku enjoyed the feeling of being in the moment, still leaned against Toshi in a half-hug. He didn't dare look up, though, or he knew he'd start laughing again.

Toshi cleared his throat and casually thumbed the edges of his mouth. "Well now we have to get something," he grinned. "What's your pick?"

"Oh!" Izuku's gaze snuck toward the rack of jackets. "...Hmmm...."

Toshi's head followed his gaze. "Oh look, a denim jacket! Best Jeanist, you cad."

Izuku giggled, though he didn't quite get the joke. He stepped over to the rack, peeking through them and looking for-- well, maybe I can wear it... but what if Kacchan sees me? But... well, I can wear it in my room n stuff, at least. Or in places like this. As long as I hide it before I get back.... His fingers brushed over sleeves to check the texture and pushed gaps between the jackets to see if any were All Might-themed.

Toshi blinked and smiled, hands in his pockets. He waved at the few people who recognized him then returned to watching Izuku dig through jackets.

Most of the All Might merch seemed to have been snapped up already, but Izuku's face lit up when he saw-- "Ooh!"

"Hmm??" Toshi tilted his head and arched his neck. "What did you find?"

Izuku pulled a thick Silver Age-print hoodie off the rack, running his hand over the inside lined with a soft fluffy material. "This is great! Lookit!" He held it up and grinned, bouncing on his toes excitedly.

Toshi looked pleasantly surprised. "Well whaddya know!" He held out his arm for Izuku to drape it over.

Izuku placed it over his arm, still bouncing. "Can I try it on??"

"Heheheheh, sure, go on." He quietly made a mental note to get Izuku's size and dig into his limited edition wear later.

Izuku picked up the jacket again, taking it off the hanger (making sure to put the hanger back on the rack for now) and unzipping jacket, holding the ends of his sleeves and wiggling his arms in. It was a little big, but he could grow into it.

Toshi was definitely feeling the dad feels right about this time. His kid proudly showing off his jacket. The breath hitched in his throat for a moment. "Looks great on you," he managed with a delighted smile.

Izuku looked up, smiling brightly. He clapped his hands together in happiness, looking down at them with much interest when he felt how the parts of the sleeves covering his hands muffled the impact. After inspecting this sensation for a few seconds, he looked back up, asking with a shy grin, "So uh... can I, uh..." he ducked his head then brought it up again, "...can I have it?"

Toshi's eyes shone with joy. I finally get to spoil my kid! "I don't see why not! Anything else you might like?"

"--Oh!" Izuku's eyes and mouth went round. Surely that's too much!! I couldn't even think of anyth-- wait, yes I could! "Well-- actually... I was wondering if we could pick out some stuff for the others?" He thought of the Crimson Riot jacket, knowing Kirishima would love it, and wondered if he could find something of Kamui Woods' or even Snipe's for Shouji. "Not, like-- all twenty or anything... but maybe..." he bit his lip and stared into space, a plan formulating. "Maybe we could hunt for stuff, like, over a while... and save it until we have one for everybody? Would you like that?"

Toshi's entire face lit up at this suggestion. "That's a fantastic idea! And anything we can't find on our own, I'm sure I could dig up somewhere else." He shook his head in admiration. "You're one in a million, kid, you know that?"

Izuku tilted his head and gave a scrunchy, lopsided smile. "What, really?" For coming up with a gift idea? Everyone will be doing it come Christmas. A thought occurred. "Well, technically, I'm one in 7 billion...."

"Even better. And to think, you're my kid now." oh no wait, what did I just say oh no OH NO He stammered out a quick apology. "I-I mean...ah...err... what I mean to say, y-young Midoriya--" He could feel his ears burning.

Izuku went limp in shock, and his eyes grew wide as saucers, practically sparkling. His mouth started to wobble.

"Hey wait, nonono, what did we say about the waterworks?!" He frantically gestured at the boy, acutely aware of being watched now. "UH--"

Izuku shot forward, wrapping his arms around Toshi and squeezing tight.

Toshi stiffened in shock then relaxed his muscles, ruffling Izuku's hair. "Hey now..." I care about you I care about you a LOT and I know I'm terrible at speaking my true heart. I never told Master and lost my chance. I never told Mirai and lost my chance. I don’t want to lose my chance with you, I couldn’t bear it. "Kid..."

((Part 5))

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #in the shadow of a smile #itsoas part 4 #izuku #midoriya #deku #co-op rp #mander writes!#ducky writes!#toshinori #all might #dadmight #sunflower dad

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fieryanmitsu · 5 years ago

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Operation: No Curry | A3! Week 2020 – Day 3 (Tsumugi/Izumi)

The rest of my A3! Week entries are very late! But here’s my piece for Day 3! It’s just something light and silly this time, but please enjoy~

OPERATION: NO CURRY

PROMPTS: Summer|Dorm Life/Roommates|Confession

CHARACTERS: Tsumugi Tsukioka, Izumi Tachibana, Sakuya Sakuma, Tsuzuru Minagi, Tenma Sumeragi, Banri Settsu, Taichi Nanao, Hisoka Mikage

PAIRINGS: Tsumugi/Izumi

My fanfic masterpost: Here

AO3: Link in my Blog Menu

“Hot… it’s so hot… I’m going to meeeeelt!!” Taichi lamented from his spot on the floor of the Mankai Company’s lounge. The redhead was already wearing shorts and a sleeveless shirt, but sweat still covered his entire body.

“Damn Sakyo! I can’t believe that cheap old man won’t let us turn on the aircon!” Banri growled from his spot at the table, fanning himself desperately with a paper fan. “And I can’t believe I have to use this stupid fan!”

The fan was one of many that Sakyo had asked Sakoda to prepare for them. The kanji for “Simplicity. Frugality. Temperance.” were emblazoned on the plain white fans in Sakoda’s calligraphy. They had only cost 800 yen for a pack of 20, and Sakoda’s labour was free.

“Well… Sakyo did say he would turn it on when it hits 35 degrees at least…” Sakuya replied, looking up from the script he was reading with one hand – the other also limply held a fan. Even the ever-chipper Spring Troupe leader sounded less enthusiastic than usual.

“It’s freakin’ 34 degrees!! We’re only one degree off, but he still won’t turn it on!” Tenma cried, lifting his head up from where he had laid it on the table. After his outburst, he immediately dropped it back on the table, all energy drained out of him. “Banri… fan me too… I can’t move…”

“Maybe we can ask him to count the humidity level… It’s 87% humidity after all… that’s got to count for an extra degree, right?” Sakuya suggested with a chuckle.

“I’m going to dieeeeee, it’s too hooooot!!” Taichi wailed.

“Shut UP, Taichi!! You’re making me feel even hotter!!” Banri snapped.

Suddenly the door to the lounge slammed open and Tsuzuru practically collapsed into the lounge.

“It’s an emergency!” the older boy exclaimed, his face pale and dripping with sweat.

“Tsuzuru?! What happened?”

“The director… I just saw her walking back from grocery shopping with Tsumugi. And I overheard that… that… that she’s making extra spicy curry for dinner tonight!!”

The lounge was silent for a moment as the gravity of what Tsuzuru just uttered sank in. Then, the room immediately erupted into a flurry of panicked voices.

“E-extra spicy curry?!”

“GYAAAAH!! It’s too hot for curry!!”

“IS SHE FREAKIN�� CRAZY?!”

“NOOOOOO! We’re going to dieeeeee!”

“GUYS! Pull it together. We just… we have to stop her!” Tsuzuru interrupted, hauling himself back onto his feet.

“How do we do that?!” Taichi moaned.

“Don’t panic! I have a plan!” Banri replied, his brain already churning. “Taichi! Go get Omi! Make him take over dinner duty to make something normal to eat! Sakuya, you and Tenma intercept the director and distract her while she’s putting away the groceries. Make sure she doesn’t start prepping those ingredients! Tsuzuru, you’re with me! ‘Operation: No Curry’ officially starts right now!”

“You’re the boss, boss!” Taichi responded, jumping to his feet with a salute. Despite having been glued to the floor in exhaustion mere moments ago, it was as if the thought of eating hot and spicy curry in the heat had shot energy through his veins. A second later, he was dashing out of the lounge to hunt down his roommate.

Almost immediately afterwards, Izumi and Tsumugi walked through the door, hands weighed down with numerous shopping bags.

“We’re back!”

“D-Director! Let us help you with those groceries!!” Tenma exclaimed, scrambling off his chair.

“You should sit down, Izumi! You must be tired!” Sakuya said, taking the grocery bags from her arms and passing them to Tenma.

“H-Huh? Oh, you don’t have to do that—Whoa!” Izumi started to protest, but a moment later, Sakuya had already forcibly pushed her to sit down on the couch.

“TSUMUGI! We need to talk to you!!” Banri jumped in immediately.

“Th-That’s right! It’s urgent!” Tsuzuru added, taking his cue from Banri. He took the bags from Tsumugi and dropped them on the table before joining the Autumn Troupe leader in pushing Tsumugi into the hallway.

“W-Wait, what’s wrong, you two?!” Tsumugi exclaimed in confusion as the two younger boys jostled him out of the lounge.

As soon as they were in the hallway, Banri and Tsuzuru cornered Tsumugi against the wall.

“Tsumugi…” Banri’s voice lowered as he stared intently at the older man. “How could you betray us?”

“B-Betray?” Tsumugi gasped, looking back at Banri with wide eyes.

“You went grocery shopping with the director. It was your duty to stop her from buying ingredients for curry,” Tsuzuru added in an equally grave voice.

“Huh? Is this what this is about?” Tsumugi said with a chuckle.

“This is no laughing matter! It’s so DAMN hot!! How could you let her make curry for us in this heat?!” Banri responded, shaking Tsumugi by the shoulders.

“Ahaha, er, well, she was really gung ho about it. Saying how the best way to beat the heat was to overpower it with more heat. Something about sweating would cool your skin off?”

“We’ll die, Tsumugi. If we have to eat extra spicy curry in this heat, we’ll literally die,” Tsuzuru responded bluntly, his eyes already looking half-dead.

“Look, Hisoka’s already dead from the heat – we’ll be next,” Banri stated, suddenly pointing down the hallway. Sure enough, Hisoka was splayed out face down on the floor in the middle of the corridor.

“H-Hisoka?! Maybe we should check on him?!”

“No, we’ll take care of him later. You have something more important to do,” Tsuzuru replied, waving his hand casually.

“I do?!”

“You need to get Izumi out of the dorms so that she can’t cook dinner,” Banri responded. “We need her far and away from here. Distract her for the next two or three hours while we get Omi to cook instead. He isn’t a curry freak and will make us something normal to eat.”

“But, why me? I’m actually fine with eating curry—”

“No, it’s your responsibility. You have to atone for your crime.”

“What crime?!”

“Let’s go!”

And in another whirlwind of limbs, Tsumugi was suddenly shoved back into the lounge and pushed in front of Izumi, still seated on the couch where Sakuya and Tenma were bombarding her with (fake) questions about the script in Sakuya’s hands.

“Izumi!” Tsuzuru hollered.

“Tsumugi has something to tell you!” Banri announced, clapping Tsumugi on the shoulder with an iron grip.

“Hmm? What is it, Tsumugi?”

“Uh… Umm… I… I…” Tsumugi stuttered – what exactly was he supposed to say?!

His eyes flickered from Izumi’s face to Tenma’s, and then Sakuya’s, and then landed on a magazine on the coffee table before them. Flustered, Tsumugi snatched up the magazine and pointed to the cover without really reading it.

“Th-This! I-I need to go here. With you. Right now!”

Everyone froze as they all stared at the front of the magazine. It was a bridal magazine, probably Yuki’s for costume design inspiration if the bear-shaped sticky notes sticking out of the pages indicated anything. The front-page splash was a photograph of a church with bright and bold words written across that read: ‘Top 10 Churches in Tokyo to Hold your Summer Wedding!’

No one seemed to know what to say. A cold bead of sweat dripped down the back of Tsumugi’s neck. Finally, after what felt like ages, Tsuzuru was the first to recover.

“Th-That’s right! This is for that… that guest performance that you have tomorrow right, Tsumugi? You were telling me about how you had to play a groom!”

“Y-Yes! I… I just realized that it would be good to get in some last minute practice! I figure this would really immerse me in the role – being at an actual church!” Tsumugi ad-libbed, working off of Tsuzuru’s line.

“H-Huh? B-but why do you need me there?” Izumi asked, stunned.

“Well, it would be better to practice with an opposing actor, wouldn’t it?” Banri replied.

“In that case, I should definitely not go with you – you know I can’t act,” Izumi dismissed breezily. “If Tsumugi needs someone to practice with, why don’t one of you go? It’ll be good practice in case any of you play a female role in the future! Anyway, I need to get started on dinner—”

Banri suddenly elbowed Tsumugi in the ribs and the older man, literally spurred into action, fell to his knees and grabbed Izumi’s hands in his own. Suddenly, it looked like a switch had been turned on, and his expression changed completely.

“No, it has to be you, Izumi,” Tsumugi said softly, his face serious and intense. His hands grasped hers tighter, gently drawing them closer to his chest, and he leaned his upper body closer towards her. “I want to make my practice as realistic as possible – to be as immersed in the scenario as much as I can. I could only do that with you as my practice partner. As my bride. After all… you’re the one I love, Izumi.”

For the third time within the past ten minutes, the entire room fell silent. They had all unconsciously been drawn into Tsumugi’s performance, and his sudden confession had been so heartfelt that every one of them had stopped breathing. Izumi could only stare back at Tsumugi with a slack jaw, wide eyes and bright red cheeks.

“Won’t you come with me, Izumi? Won’t you be my bride?” Tsumugi asked softly, one hand reaching up to cup her cheek tenderly and his eyes looking up at her imploringly.

“O-Okay,” Izumi answered, half out of shock.

“You don’t know how happy you’ve made me, Izumi! Let’s go then – the boys will take care of dinner,” Tsumugi replied with a wide, toothy grin.

He gently tugged Izumi to her feet, intertwined their fingers and swiftly led her out of the lounge by the hand. As the door closed behind them, the remaining actors could only look at each other in disbelief.

“Tsumugi… He was acting just now, right?” Sakuya asked.

“Wow, he seriously is a pro when it comes to those subtle emotions – He hooked me right in…” Tenma responded with a shake of his head.

“No kidding… But, well, that’s that! Let’s go check on Taichi and Omi and get this non-curry dinner started! I’d say ‘Operation: No Curry’ is a grand success,” Tsuzuru added, clapping his hands together.

“Of course it was a success – I was the one who came up with it, after all,” Banri boasted, already heading towards the dorms.

“Hey! Somen! I want somen! Do you think Omi would make somen tonight?!” Tenma exclaimed excitedly.

“Oh yeah, someone needs to go check on Hisoka… I think he’s still sleeping in the hallway,” Banri remarked, suddenly remembering the older man.

“Uh, I hope he’s just sleeping…” Tsuzuru muttered, causing Sakuya to whip his head to look at him in alarm.

“Wait, what?! What happened to Hisoka?!”

Outside of the Mankai Company, Tsumugi led the still-dumbstruck Izumi up a side street, distinctly aware of the feeling of her hand held tight in his. They proceeded in silence for a few minutes until they arrived at a nearby park, where Tsumugi finally slowed down their steps.

“Izumi, let’s take a quick break here,” he said, sitting her onto a bench under the shade of a nearby tree.

“Oh! Ah, sure, sounds good,” Izumi responded, finally recovered from her stupor.

“I’ll be right back!” Tsumugi said, before he quickly jogged over to a vending machine. Pulling out his wallet, he counted out a few hundred yen and bought a bottle of cold green tea. Returning to Izumi, he suddenly dipped himself into a bow and proffered the bottle to her.

“I’m sorry, Izumi! I tricked you just now! I don’t have any guest performances tomorrow – I don’t need to practice anything! Please accept this drink as an apology!”

Izumi stared owlishly at the drink floating in front of her face. A moment later, after Tsumugi’s words sunk in, she let out a laugh.

“Oh man, you really surprised me earlier! We had just been together too, and you didn’t mention anything about a guest performance, so I was so shocked when you came out of nowhere and said all of that!” she replied, taking the drink out of his hands. “And, of course you’re forgiven – though there’s nothing to forgive, really. But, why did you trick me anyway?”

“Ahaha… Well, I’m sure it’s obvious in hindsight, but Banri and Tsuzuru asked me to do it. Er, well, maybe that’s not quite right. Rather they asked me to distract you and get you out of the dorms,” he responded sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.

“Huh? Why did they want you to do that?”

“Errr, something about wanting to make dinner… or something,” he responded evasively, his eyes glancing away briefly before returning to her face and crinkling into a mischievous smile. “But, well, since we’re already out here, why don’t we honour their wishes and go enjoy ourselves for a bit? We could go somewhere with aircon, since we don’t have it on at home.”

“Oooh, that’s actually a great idea! Let’s go to the shopping mall, then! I haven’t had a chance to browse around for a while!” she replied.

“That sounds good to me,” Tsumugi agreed, falling into step beside her as they started walking again. They were only a few inches apart, and Tsumugi felt his hand twitch, wanting to reach across the short distance to grab a hold of hers again.

“But you know… you never cease to impress me with your acting, Tsumugi,” Izumi said suddenly, turning her head to give him a smile.

“Oh?” Tsumugi prompted. He could feel his heart rate quickening.

“When you grabbed my hands and confessed that you loved me… I couldn’t tell you were acting at all – it felt so real. You seriously made my heart beat so fast! My face felt like it was on fire! I’m so embarrassed!” Izumi responded, looking away shyly. She held the bottle of tea up to her face, trying to cool off her flushed cheeks.

“Ah, that’s probably because I wasn’t acting…” Tsumugi muttered quietly, half hoping that the woman next to him heard.

A second passed by without a response. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Izumi continued to walk without having missed a step – still smiling normally as she held the bottle to her cheek – and he knew that his words had been drowned out by the call of the cicadas.

This ended on a much more wistful note than I had intended, haha. But, maybe that’s just how it was meant to go since I was working with Tsumugi! Precious Tsumugi is my second favourite A3! boy, so I’m happy to write something where he gets a bit more of the spotlight! I also had a lot of fun writing the silly, overdramatic Mankai teenagers (and poor Tsumugi who got roped in), so hopefully you all had fun reading!

A3! Week 2020 is almost over at this point, but I will still be putting out content for the rest of the prompts that I haven’t gotten to yet! Please stay tuned if you’re interested, and likes and reblogs are always appreciated! Thank you~

-Anmitsu

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jsteneil · 5 years ago

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Neil Josten’s Birthday Bash

in which the foxes don’t get anything done, ever

Nicky added Dan, Kevin, Aaron and three others to “Neil Josten's Birthday Bash Organization Committee”.

Nicky: can't add Andrew because he still owns a FLIP PHONE but here we go

Dan: hell yeah B-)

Nicky: kevin can fill him in with the details anyway

Kevin: why me?

Allison: because you live with him?

Matt: you're practically attached at the hip

Dan: omg ur roomm8s

Matt: ^^^ what allison said

Dan: yeah

Nicky: OR aaron can do it on wednesdays so that there's no chance of neil finding out :D

Aaron: no.

Aaron left the chat.

Nicky: what

Nicky: the

Kevin: just add him back

Nicky: fuck

Kevin: ffs

Kevin: some ppl are in class

Nicky added Aaron to the chat.

Aaron: im muting you all

Allison: just embrace the fact that you've lived in SC for years and say y'all

Nicky: y'all!!!

Nicky: yeah

Matt: dude don't how are u gonna know when to buy your coordinated outfit and rehearse the choreography if you mute us

Dan: Aaron?

Renee: I do think he muted us

Allison: fuck a crybaby

Nicky: hey

Allison: what's he gonna do? Unmute us?

Dan: asdhskfjdl ALLI

Matt: lmfao

Nicky: moving ON

Nicky: the important thing here is my boy neil's birthday

Kevin: and you wonder why Aaron left

Nicky: what?

Kevin: maybe Neil doesn't want to celebrate his bday

Nicky: no that's too sad

Nicky: next person?

Allison: not to be that bitch

Matt: oh?

Allison: but do we even know when his birthday is?

Allison: fuck you matthew donovan boyd

Matt: sorry i love you

Dan: it was easy

Dan: matt ur easy

Matt: ily babe

Dan: <3

Kevin: jan 19th

Renee: March 31st?

Allison: wait

Dan: uhhhh

Matt: Neil Josten deserves 2 bdayz

Kevin: no jan 19th

Renee: oh i thought we were using the one he chose for himself

Matt: Renee add a smiley face

Renee: :)

Renee: ?

Dan: babe ur mind,,,, im crying

Matt: ikr

Allison: stop using mygf so

Kevin: is it me or does it sound really passive aggressive bitchy with a smiley face

Dan: ye that's the point

Renee: I really wasn't trying to be

Matt: oh no we know, sorry

Matt: i feel bad now

Matt: it was just funny

Matt: sorry

Dan: :(

Renee: It's okay, don’t worry

Renee: :)

Dan: renee STOP i feel like ur going 2 murder me in my sleep

Renee: I could, but I won't

Nicky: im shaking and im not even in your dorm

Allison: and we daily thank god for that

Nicky: hey im an excellent roommate

Nicky: i always leave so cap and matt can have sexy times

Dan: yeah but then u call it sexy time

Allison: ive seen the bathroom nicky

Nicky: that's aaron

Matt: l o l

Kevin: aaron's a neat freak

Allison: exposed

Nicky: erik come get me the people here are mean

Renee: So when's Neil's actual birthday?

Kevin: jan 19th

Nicky: who's gonna ask andrew?

Kevin: HE HAS REAL PAPERS NOW

Kevin: JUST GO CHECK AND LET ME BE IN CLASS IN PEACE

Allison: well okay drama queen

Dan: kevin: *is on the chat as much as us*

Dan: also kevin: guys why r u dragging me here

Matt: it's okay kevin we can talk about it during practice

Renee: Don't goad him, Matt

Dan: lmfao babe u thought

Matt: uh oh

Allison: lol

Dan: we need 2 trounce the ravens nxt wk

Nicky: do we have to

Dan: y'all r hauling ass @ practice or god help me

Nicky: id settle for a close victory

Matt: nicky if you don't help us close the goal next friday im telling neil about his surprise

Nicky: noooooo :'(

Allison: ye renee has enough to do without having to face stuff y'all should have blocked

Renee: Andrew is also a goalkeeper

Allison: yeah but he doesn't give a fuck

Renee: That's neither true nor fair

Dan: i want bragging rights over this vctry, end of the question

Matt: are we just gonna ignore the fact that the fbi chose neil's old bday

Matt: even tho they made him a new identity

Allison: wonder how this conversation went

Nicky: are we ignoring the fact that neil is a goddamn CAPRICORN

Allison: "in my left hand is your birthday date. In my right hand is your other birthday" *shuffles behind his back*

Matt: idk about astrology but I checked and he tried to pass for an aries so what does that tell us?

Dan: shut up adfhskdjs

Nicky: im dying

Kevin: [attached picture]

Matt: did u steal neil's ID

Allison: i thought you were in class

Kevin: he sent it to me

Nicky: his phone can take pics??

Dan: RLY crappy 1s but yeah

Nicky: so all those times andrew refused to send me pics of his Eden’s Twilight's outfits so i could coordinate neil's…

Matt: :/

Kevin: he just doesn't like you

Allison: i would have laughed but you two have been fighting the good fight since last year, dressing neil up

Nicky: hey

Renee: Kevin, that was mean

Nicky: but thanx allison, I think so too

Kevin: sorry

Kevin: he's just difficult?

Nicky: yeah :(

Dan: omg u guys rmr when neil was on k ferdinand's show n he looked like a bite-sized snack in that shirt

Kevin: not exactly what I remember from this interview

Dan: u were pretty 2 <3

Kevin: oh my god

Renee: Didn't Neil keep the clothes?

Nicky: i've never seen him wear them again

Nicky: maybe he STUFFED THEM DOWN THE TOILET

Matt: uh okay

Allison: weird emphasis

Kevin: are you still stuck on that

Dan: what

Kevin: it's what happened with the clothes he wore the first time we went to columbia

Nicky: do you know how expensive that plumber was?

Matt: just a thought but maybe that wouldn't have happened if you didn't force him to come with you and drugged him against his will

Allison: don't tell me someone actually peed on them and tried to flush

Nicky: take it up with andrew

Matt: you literally drove the car

Kevin: what happened in columbia stays in columbia

Allison: omg oh my god

Dan: IM SCREAMING

Nicky: what was i supposed to do, get knifed?

Nicky: also ^^^^ yeah.

Nicky: ANYWAY

Nicky: now that Kevin got us proof that the FBI officially made neil a capricorn again,,

Dan: the fbi be like "oh u thought u could escape ur traumatic past? That's nice buddy

Matt: yeah I don't think beating last year's party is gonna be hard

Dan: here's ur bday n trauma back"

Nicky: HAPPY THOUGHTS

Nicky: :(

Nicky: anyway it's the big 21st, so the first thing in order is BOOZE

Kevin: uh nicky

Renee: He's turning 20?

Matt: what???

Kevin: yeah he aged himself up on his fake papers

Matt: oh my god

Dan: lmfao only neil

Nicky: he is baby

Matt: does. Does he know though. Like did he check when they made him the papers.

Kevin: I'm guessing so

Matt: imagine filling a form or smth and you get the day right but not the year

Renee: Wait Kevin, how did you get neil to send you the pic without telling him about the surprise party?

Nicky: DON'T YOU DARE HAVE TOLD HIM ABOUT THE NJBB

Allison: njbb?

Dan: neil josten's bday bash, im guessing

Nicky: Neil Josten's

Nicky: BIRTHDAY BASH

Nicky: yes

Allison: it doesn’t sound right

Allison: like, something’s missing in the name

Matt: alli we play a sport named after what you get when you take the s from sexy

Dan: 10 bux kevin wishes he didn't have such a stick up his butt so he could reply with exy is sexy

Allison: im not taking that

Kevin: i actually don't know why she named it that

Kevin: she never told the press and she didn't write it anywhere so

Nicky: :(

Allison: oh

Dan: sorry :(

Renee: Maybe coach knows?

Matt: maybe each letter has a meaning

Kevin: how?

Allison: endangering xylophones yearly?

Matt: EXceptional daY

Matt: and then, boom, it's about your name

Renee: Matt, I like that idea!

Dan: allison, no

Kevin: I'll have to ask coach, renee

Kevin: anyway it was always going to be her name, she invented it

Nicky: someone bring neil in so he can say something super serious about how kevin is a legendary striker whose name is already associated with exy and make us choke with emotion

Kevin: nicky….

Nicky: look it's working and he's not even there

Allison: it's the josten effect

Dan: changing your entire life's beliefs one extremely tragic remark at a time

Matt:...

Matt: someone change the subject im sad

Nicky: BIRTHDAY BASH

Kevin: oh yeah nicky asked me how i got neil's ID

Allison: and?

Kevin: i told him i signed him up for his own exynews account so he could stop hogging mine for streaming

Kevin: so i needed his name and birthday

Kevin: and then we got into an argument about date formats

Nicky: dd/mm/yy 4ever

Allison: eww

Kevin: so he sent me a pic instead of writing the date

Dan: it's the european propaganda getting to him

Kevin: i guess i really have to get him an account now

Dan: kevin i know you're entirely serious but that's so funny

Nicky: THE REST OF THE WORLD USES IT

Matt: admit it, you can't wait to go back to Germany because you secretly like the metric system

Nicky: yeah dicks sound bigger if you use centimeters

Dan: didn't need 2 know that

Nicky: not that erik needs that :)

Dan: I DON'T WANNA KNOW

Renee: ….

Matt: honestly im glad i don't understand german or i would never live down all the skyping

Dan: renee's like "can't relate" lmfao

Renee: No indeed

Allison: hell yeah that's my girlfriend

Renee: <3

Allison: hey minyard if you're secretly lurking now is the time to leave

Allison: …

Renee: No, he truly muted us earlier

Dan: are we surprised?

Renee: we'll catch him up on what we decide to do later

Renee: Nicky?

Nicky: oh, yeah!!!

Nicky: BIRTHDAY BASH

Matt: here we go again

Dan: mamma mia

#aftg #tfc #all for the game #the foxhole court #this is crack #i'm aware of that #my writing #anyway i wrote this just after waking up don't hold me accountable for anything #dan's ridiculous spelling was fun to write #ALSO did tumblr get rid of line breakers on desktop because if so i'm about to fucking RIOT #you hear me tumblr??

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carryonmylovelies · 6 years ago

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#13, PITCH

Rating: T

Tags: Soccer/Football, Outsider POV, Simon Snow, Baz Pitch, My OC Michael Torres, Fluff, Humor

Word count: 4685

Summary: Michael Torres loves football. His favorite team is Watford F.C. and his favorite player is a clever, speedy center defender. He meets a weird, curly-haired Watford fan at a Sunday match and it gets super mental from there.

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AN: This is the first time I've written anything since a lot of stuff in my life happened and I am just so happy to be posting again!! :D I wrote this after going to my favorite soccer team's game and just focused on making it fun. Alsooooo hAPPY BIRTHDAY BAZ!!!!

I'm dedicating it to my BEST friend Theo @bazypitchandsimonsnow because she encouraged me and gave me so much confidence and affirmation about my writing and stuff in my life and I just love her so much and literally it's all on her for being such an inspiration. Love you <3

Michael Torres loved football. More specifically, he loved Watford F.C., the Premier League football team of Hertfordshire, England. He loved everything about them. They were the Hornets, the Golden Boys, standing 8th in the league but quickly gathering speed as they swallowed up wins left and right. They were a team full of young, enthusiastic men with a certain insatiable hunger for victory and they were only getting better. Michael had been watching them play for as long as he could remember; recognizing their striking black and yellow and red colors before he even recognized his own name. Match days were considered to be religious events. Season tickets were a necessity. He owned at least three different jerseys in their classic black and yellow stripes, two different jerseys in their away colors of forest green, and various jerseys with the numbers and last names of all his favorite players. He was obsessed, utterly in love with his home football team of Watford.

At four o’clock today Watford would be playing against Manchester City, the number 1 rated team in the League. It was going to be one hell of a match.

***

“DROP BACK, ROLDAN. LOOK UP AND SEE CARSON, COME ON! HE’S OPEN, HE’S OPEN . . . NO! NO! YOU HAVE NUMBER 23 UP YOUR ARSE, LOOK LEFT AND SEE . . . WAIT! YES! BRILLIANT RECOVERY! NOW TAKE IT, TAKE IT, UP THE SIDELINES, YES YES! CROSS TO HENDERSON AND . . . NOOOOOO!” Michael yelled, sumping back into his blue stadium chair as he miserably watched Manchester’s star midfielder sweep in and steal the ball right from under Watford’s rookie right forward, Ben Roldan, dribbling for a moment before rearing back and sending the ball flying back towards Watford’s half of the field.

Michael sighed and took a sip from the soda he had bought before the match had started. All around him, a sea of people were waving yellow and black and red flags frantically, the Watford badge as well as the Manchester badge rippling in the late afternoon wind. People were shouting and cheering at the top of their lungs and the sun shone brightly on the field, stark white lines of paint marking the green grass and aligning perfectly with the two large goals on either end of the field. Popcorn was spilled all over the cement ground and fans were munching on pretzels and nachos. Kids were giggling with their faces sticky and pink from the large cones of candy floss they were shoving into their mouths. There had to be at least twenty-thousand people filling the slightly uncomfortable stadium seats, maybe more, and there was a thrumming, tangible sort of energy hanging in the air that everyone appeared to be feeling.

It was about thirty minutes into the first half and Manchester was up 2 to 1, but Watford wasn’t far behind. They had been pushing the ball into Manchester’s half and taking more shots on goal, and Watford’s fans could feel the determination and perseverance rolling off of their players in waves. It was a strong match so far and Watford had been mostly attacking--that made sense since they had such an unstoppable team of forwards, but unfortunately Manchester wasn’t one to stay on the defense for very long.

Manchester’s up-and-coming forward, Number 42, was now streaking down the middle of the field, weaving through Watford’s midfielders and almost getting close enough for a scoring shot when a flash of black and yellow sprinted towards the attacking forward and neatly pulled away the ball in one smooth motion. The crowd of Watford fans were up on their feet in an instant screaming and cheering with all their might--Michael being one of them--as Watford’s wicked center defender, Basil Pitch, took two long strides up the sidelines and then delivered a devastating kick to the ball. It sailed over the heads of Manchester’s forwards and midfielders and completed its arc right above Jordy Benson, Watford’s left forward. Benson jumped up and trapped the ball with his chest, letting it roll to his feet and settle for a quarter of second before tapping the ball in front of him and taking off towards Manchester’s goal.

The crowd absolutely exploded as Benson lined up for the shot and then slammed the ball in the direction of the goal, everyone cheering and shouting as loudly as they could. Manchester’s goalie had adopted a wide stance and was shuffling back and forth as the ball came barreling towards him, and then made a spectacular dive a second later. The ball hit the goalie’s stomach and the goalie instantly curled around it, falling to the ground having successfully blocked the shot. Watford’s fans all groaned in disappointment but commented to one another that it had been an excellent save, even though Benson’s shot didn’t make it in.

Michael sat back down as the Manchester goalie threw the ball to his closest teammate and the back and forth between Manchester defenders and Watford forwards resumed, the ball being quickly passed and bounced from player to player.

Michael wasn’t happy about the missed shot, sure, but mostly he was still reeling from how skillfully Pitch had recovered the ball, at how Pitch had basically handed the ball to Benson in order for the shot to be made. It was unreal.

Michael looked down proudly at the black and yellow jersey he was wearing, feeling confident in the name and number that was on his back in white, block letters. ‘PITCH’ was curved across Michael’s shoulder blades and a large ‘13’ sat directly underneath it. He had bought the jersey after the first game of the season, after Pitch had made so many saves and recoveries for his team that Michael didn’t even think the ball or any of the opposing team’s players got anywhere near Watford’s goal.

They were about halfway through the season and Pitch had been continuously defending the everloving fuck out of Watford’s goal, catching the attention of not only the public and die hard football fans, but the other teams and players in the league as well. He was a force to be bloody reckoned with.

A burst of noise from the crowd around him and movement on the field took Michael back to his feet as he watched Pitch sprinting up the field, his long legs pumping furiously as he darted in and out of Manchester’s forwards, the ball dancing between his black cleats and a Manchester midfielder practically on his arse. The midfielder shoved himself up against Pitch’s shoulder, driving him towards the sidelines, but Pitch resisted, somehow managing to keep his speed and position despite the extra force working against him. The midfielder tried again and again to throw Pitch off but nothing was making him budge.

Michael cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, “STAY ON HIM, PITCH. DON’T LET UP ON THE WANKER!”

The fans around him were shouting out similar comments and Michael couldn’t take his eyes off the two of them.

The midfielder seemed to be getting frustrated, and once again he reared back and slammed himself into Pitch. Or tried to, at least. At the very last minute, Pitch slid the ball behind him and gracefully stepped backwards, the midfielder missing him completely and falling roughly to the ground at Pitch’s feet. The crowd roared in approval, Michael pumping his fist in the air when suddenly he heard the shrill tweet of a whistle being blown, and anger rushed through him. A side referee was holding up the small, red and yellow checkered flag towards the sky, indicating a free kick.

The crowd exploded into yells and jeers.

“OI, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT, REF? WHAT’S THE FUCKING CALL?”

“NO! NO! WHAT A BLOODY TERRIBLE CALL. PITCH DIDN’T EVEN TOUCH THE GIT HE JUST STEPPED BACK! THE GIT WAS PUSHING!”

“YOU ABSOLUTE DUMBARSE WHAT’S THE GODDAMN CALL? THAT WASN’T A BLOODY FOUL.”

A second later the announcer explained the call.

“Due to tripping and unnecessary roughness from number 13, a free kick will be awarded to Manchester.”

“BOOOOO,” Michael yelled, his face furrowed in frustration. “THAT WASN’T BLOODY FUCKING TRIPPING! ‘UNNECESSARY ROUGHNESS’ MY ARSE, PITCH WASN’T EVEN--”

But Michael was cut off by a much louder, more aggressive shout.

“OI, REF, GET OFF YOUR BLOODY KNEES AND STOP BLOWING THE MATCH! THAT WASN’T A FOUL AND YOU FUCKING KNOW IT!”

Michael snorted and looked to his left at the seat next to him, noticing a bloke around his age yelling at the field, his face bright red. The bloke looked over and Michael nodded back in agreement.

“The ref IS blowing the bloody match! Pitch didn’t even touch the dumbfuck, let alone TRIP him!” Michael exclaimed, shaking his head as he glanced back at the field, watching Manchester set up for their free kick.

“Christ, I know!” The bloke responded, throwing up his hands and groaning. “I swear to shit, it’s like these refs are TRYING to make the worst possible calls they can. They’ve been at it all season. It’s fucking mental out there.”

Michael nodded again and both of them looked out at the field in disgust as the free kick landed the ball right in front of Manchester’s star midfielder.

About two minutes later, another shrill whistle blow sounded, this time signaling the end of the first half. The players all exited the field through their respective corners and Michael and the bloke sat down next to him. The bloke then turned to Michael and extended his hand.

“Hey mate, I’m Simon. Nice to meet you.”

Michael clasped Simon’s hand and shook it. “Same here. I’m Michael.”

Simon smiled warmly at him and then turned his head distractedly at the sound of a woman’s voice shouting about the snacks and drinks she was selling from the tray she carried, and he quickly hailed her over and bought a large bag of kettle corn, a pretzel, and a bottle of soda.

Michael looked at him as he began to eat. Simon had a mess of curls on top of his head, loads of freckles and moles dotted all over his face and neck, and plain blue eyes. He was shoving handfuls of popcorn into his mouth at a fantastic rate and seemed quite unbothered by the many kernels that had escaped his grasp and were now gathering in his lap. But what really drew Michael’s attention was the jacket Simon was wearing. It was a black zip-up athletic jacket, the words “The Watford Hornets” written on the back in yellow lettering, and the red and yellow Watford badge on the front in the corner. Michael had seen the jacket being worn before, but only by the players, and usually during the colder months when the players needed something to cover up with before matches. Michael wondered where Simon had got it from. Maybe the team shop had started selling them and he just didn’t know about it yet? He doubted it; Michael knew everything the shop sold since he owned most of it himself.

“Hey, uh, Simon, where’d you get that coat, mate? Team shop?”

Simon looked down at the jacket and smiled, his cheeks turning slightly red as his eyes glittered.

“It’s my boyfriend’s. He gave it to me to wear for the match today,” Simon said fondly, rubbing his thumb over the sleeve.

“Oh nice,” Michael responded, noting that Simon still hadn’t answered his question as to where the jacket came from and was about to ask him again when Simon abruptly got up. He was clutching his phone with a huge grin on his face and then practically sprinted down the cement aisle, his hand flying over the metal railing. Michael watched as he stumbled over the last four steps and simply jumped straight to the ground. He then melted into the crowd of people who were getting up to go to the bathroom and to get food before the second half started.

Huh.

Michael didn’t really know what someone could possibly do for less than fifteen minutes during the halftime of a football match that would be exciting enough to literally fall down the stairs for but hey, more power to the bloke.

Michael already had his drink and he wasn’t really hungry so he was content to just sitting in his seat and watching other fans mill about. The goal posts were casting long shadows down the field as the sun began to slip from the sky, and the huge lights along the edges of the stadium clicked on, flooding the stands and the field with brightness as everything outside darkened.

When there were only about four minutes left until the second half, the players made their way back onto the field, stretching and getting set up in their positions, only now they were on the opposite side of the field they had started the match on. Michael briefly scanned Watford’s half and noticed that the center defender spot was strangely empty. A second later, Pitch could be seen jogging out from the sidelines and into position, his shoulder-length inky black hair flying around loosely for a moment before he seemed to realize it wasn’t tied in his usual low ponytail. Weird, Michael thought, as Pitch quickly tied his hair back up and began to stretch.

And even weirder still, Simon collapsed into the stadium seat next to Michael’s a minute later, completely out of breath, his face and neck a startling shade of scarlet. Michael couldn’t really tell if Simon’s curls had gotten neater or more messed up since the last time he had seen them, but they definitely looked different.

“Alright, mate?” Michael asked, raising his eyebrows at Simon’s completely disheveled state.

Simon looked at him in surprise, almost as if he had forgotten Michael was there at all. “Oh, er, yeah I’m fine. Just wanted to make sure I was back in time for the start of the match, is all.”

“Ah, well, not to worry. You made it with two minutes to spare.”

Simon nodded at him happily and then sank lower in his seat, rubbing his hands on his face as he exhaled loudly, his breaths quickly turning into low laughs. What a weird bloke.

Michael leaned forward to grab his drink from the cup holder in front of him when Simon gasped excitedly, smiling at him when he sat back up.

“Your jersey! Are you a Pitch fan?”

Michael looked at Simon as if he had just asked Michael if he liked breathing air. Was he a Pitch fan. The more appropriate question would be to ask who wasn’t a Pitch fan.

“Of course I am. He’s only the most brilliant defender of all the F.C.’s in England and the U.K.!”

Simon looked pleasantly amused. “Oh yeah?”

“Uh, yeah! He’s in the best season of his entire career and has one of the strongest defense records in League history! He plays every match like it’s his last and he never backs down from an opponent. He’s agile, ruthless, and shit, he’s fucking fast. What, are you a Pitch fan?”

Simon looked at him and promptly burst out laughing but Michael didn’t see what was so funny. When he calmed down, his huge grin had shrunk to a small smile in the corner of his mouth. Sort of . . . smirk-ish.

“Me, a Pitch fan? You could say that. He’s alright, I guess. Seems like a bit of a prick to me.”

Simon then turned his head to stare at the field with a soft expression on his face.

Michael spluttered, “A . . . a prick? Isn’t a bit rude of you to call him a prick? I mean, you don’t even know him.”

Simon laughed again. “I dunno; I think it’s the hair. Awfully pretentious, all black and silky and shit. And don’t even talk to me about that bloody ponytail he always puts it in. Makes him look like a git if you ask me.”

Michael didn’t know quite how to respond to that.

“And would you look at that face? Like he’s ten seconds away from biting you or cursing you out in front of your mum? That’s the face of a prick right there.”

Michael looked at Simon, dumbfounded, but Simon just kept on smiling and gazing out at the field as if his comments were completely meaningless. Coming out of his mouth the insults sounded mostly truthful, but that whole effect was kind of shattered when Simon looked like he was about to rest his hand against his cheek and sigh dreamily to himself. Michael thought that Simon was possibly a bit bonkers. Nice, of course, but still bonkers.

Just then a whistle was blown and Michael looked at the field in time to see Roldan start the kick-off. The ball was directly passed to Benson who in turn sent it spiraling towards Watford’s right midfielder, Terrance Kelly. Kelly quickly leaped up and slammed his forehead against the ball, sending it flying all the way back to Watford’s defensive line. Pitch quickly stepped up and settled the ball instantly with one of his thighs, peeled around a straggling Manchester forward, and then sped away up the sideline until he had a clear shot to one of his teammates.

For the next twenty minutes, Michael and Simon and all of the other Watford fans watched eagerly as forwards Roldan and Benson made multiple shots on Manchester’s goal, the crowd screaming their bloody heads off once one of the shots finally made it into the goal.

Everyone cheered and yelled as Pitch made another few spectacular recoveries and blocks, slick as an oil spill, and even though the bloke obviously seemed to have mixed feelings about the brilliant defender, Simon was always, always, the one cheering the loudest.

As the end of the second half drew nearer, another weird thing happened. One of the bigger blokes of Manchester’s forwards was charging through the defensive line on the way to Watford’s goal, Pitch sprinted towards him, prepared to smoothly slide the ball away from the forward and get it back to up his attacking teammates. However, when Pitch was in the process of stealing the ball, the forward shifted into a lower position and dug his shoulder into Pitch’s chest, shoving him back and causing him to fall to the ground at an odd angle.

Simon was the first one to jump to his feet, worry and concern etched into his twisted expression. His fists were clenched and his eyes were locked onto the spot where Pitch was lying on the green field. After another moment, Pitch visibly sat up and grabbed the hand of a nearby teammate, quickly standing and then brushing the grass off of his black shorts and football socks. Then, once everyone had shifted back into position, Pitch gave a brief thumbs up towards Michael’s side of the crowd, and Simon exhaled and sat back down.

Seriously, Michael just did not get Simon. At all. But at least Pitch was alright. Michael had to admit, it could have been a pretty nasty fall. Watford was incredibly lucky that their best defender wasn’t actually injured.

***

The match was two minutes from ending, Manchester and Watford tied 2 to 2, and Benson had made another shot on goal and missed, the ball hitting the crossbar and bouncing back into the chaos of defenders and forwards. The crowd was losing their goddamn minds as the ball flew from player to player, people screaming to clear it out of the penalty box, to make the shot, to block the ball, to pass it out of bounds. Everyone seemed to think that the command they shouted at the field was the one that should be followed.

But no one expected the ball to go rogue.

No one expected the ball to be kicked out of the cluster of players scrambling to make a play. And certainly no one expected a clever, speedy defender to take two steps, leap into the air, and slam his head into the spinning, spiraling ball.

Everyone watched in complete shock and surprise, Michael in utter joy, as the ball made its fantastic arc over the defenders of Manchester and the forwards of Watford, and then brushed over the Manchester’s goalie’s outstretched hands, the goalie’s fingers just a centimeter away. And then the ball punched deep into the net of the goal as the stadium erupted into total pandemonium.

Michael’s throat felt raw from screaming and his face felt as if it was about to split in two as he smiled.

It was insane. It was incredible. It was bloody fucking mental.

Basil Pitch, number 13, center defender, scored a winning goal in the last thirty seconds of the match against the number 1 rated team in the Premier League, with his fucking head.

It was a sight for the gods.

Michael felt as if history was being written right in front of his eyes. And he had been right there to see it.

Michael turned to Simon, a feeling of euphoria in his veins, to see Simon looking as if he was about to cry. Of course, his smile was so big Michael was afraid it was going to consume his whole face, but his blue eyes were wet, and his cheeks were crimson.

Michael watched Simon’s lips move, unable to hear what he was saying due to the deafening volume of the Watford fans around them, and then Simon threw himself out into the cement aisle, clutching onto the railing as he half-fell half-sprinted down the stairs, his curls bouncing wildly.

“Alright, bye!” Michael called after Simon, waving as though his best mate was leaving. He was just so happy . . .

Simon whipped right back around, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“Oh, uh, wait! Wait! I, uh, I know we don’t know each other very well yet, but, uh, you’re really nice! And cool! And, uh, I have to go like, right now otherwise I’m going to die but, uh, I want to properly say goodbye! And you can meet my boyfriend! You would like him! Meet me down on the first level of the stadium, by the elevators! See you! ” Simon yelled, speaking so quickly Michael could barely understand him. And when Michael finally processed what Simon had said so he could politely decline, Simon was long gone. Fuck.

Michael sat back down in his slightly uncomfortable stadium chair and exhaled loudly, laughing shakily as he held his head in his hands. This had to be the best, weirdest, most fucking mental Watford F.C. match he had ever attended in his entire life. It felt like he couldn’t catch his breath. And now, after this huge, godly win, he was supposed to go meet some random stranger’s boyfriend? Fucking hell.

Then again, Michael figured he might as well go because how could things get any better or weirder than they already were? Plus, Michael could ask Simon’s boyfriend where he got that Watford athletic jacket! He really did want one of those jackets . . .

Michael resolutely decided to stay behind an extra twenty minutes. He waited until the crowds had mostly dispersed from the stands since there was always a flood of people trying to leave the stadium after matches ended. Michael got a refill on his soda, drank it, and browsed the team shop. The jacket definitely wasn’t in there. Now he was really curious as to where the jacket came from. He glanced at his phone and figured he had given Simon about twenty minutes.

Michael took the elevator down to the first level of the stadium and stepped out, looking around for Simon and his boyfriend. There was a coffee shop a few feet away and another couple places to get snacks, but no sign of the weird, curly haired bloke and his boyfriend.

Michael was about to get back into the elevator and go home, figuring Simon had just forgotten in his excitement, but then he heard a low sound coming from around the corner near the elevators, and stepped around to see what was there.

Oh fuck no.

Michael could tell it was Simon because Simon’s back was turned to him, and Michael recognized the jacket and the hair. But Simon wasn’t alone. There was one pale arm wrapped around Simon’s waist and one around his neck. Michael could see that two long legs were between Simon’s, and the sounds Michael had heard were . . . moans.

Michael cringed and averted his eyes to the ground, not wanting to disturb or invade their private moment more than he already had. He started to walk back around the corner, but something caught his eye. A pair of sleek, black cleats, attached to the legs between Simon’s.Cleats. Michael couldn’t help himself, he looked up farther and saw black football socks, shin guards, and a pair of black shorts. Michael looked to the side and spied a flash of black and yellow. The jacket, the comments, the weird looks on Simon's face during the match; they all made sense now to him now.

Simon’s boyfriend was a Watford football player.

Michael gasped loudly and then instantly cursed himself as Simon and his boyfriend quickly turned around, embarrassed at being caught and--

Oh.

Oh fuck.

Oh motherfucking bloody hell.

Simon gave Michael a small smile, blush high on his cheeks.

“Oh, hey! Hey, Michael. Glad you could, uh, make it. This is my boyfrien--”

“Basil Pitch,” Michael choked out, his face flushed.

Simon’s boyfriend wasn’t just a Watford football player he was . . . he was Basil Pitch. Number 13. Pitch. The brilliant center defender of Watford F.C.

So . . . yeah. Basil Pitch was in front of him. Still in his uniform. His hair falling out of his ponytail and framing his face. His arm tightly wrapped around Simon’s waist.

The air was out of Michael’s lungs. Oh look, his stomach was on the floor. Just normal, regular things.

Pitch laughed coolly.

Michael stared, his eyes most likely obnoxiously wide, as Basil Pitch stepped up to him and offered Michael his hand.

“Well, you obviously already know me. But I haven’t had the pleasure. Your name is Michael?”

“Yes,” Michael squeaked as he put his shaking hand into Pitch’s and shook it. His hand was smooth and a little cold. It was definitely the best thing that had ever happened to him in his entire life.

Pitch smirked. “Nice to meet you, Michael. Thank you for keeping an eye on this bloody prat while I was busy scoring goals.”

Simon rounded on Pitch and pretended to be angry, kissing his cheek viciously as he growled. “Oh shut the fuck up, Baz, you pretentious arsehole. Michael was being cool and you don’t have to be a git every time I make a new friend.”

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?”

Michael then cleared his throat because he was a little terrified of the wicked way Pitch was looking at Simon and also of the way that Simon was moving his hands up Pitch’s chest . . . yeah he definitely needed to leave.

“So, uh I’m, uh, just gonna go . . .”

“Oh, sorry, Michael!” Simon exclaimed, quickly taking his hands off of Pitch and opting to hold his hand instead. “Uh, sometimes we forget--” he elbowed Pitch in the side and Pitch snapped his teeth at Simon “--where we are and we get a little carried away. So we’re gonna have to cut this a little short. But do you wanna come to our flat for dinner sometime? We can make it up to you!”

Michael blanched, “Oh, that’s okay, I--”

“Here!” Simon dug into his pocket, grabbed his phone, tapped it a few times, and then thrust it at Michael. “Put your number in.”

Michael took the phone and then gave it back a minute later. He did not remember actually typing in his number but he must have because Simon smiled at him, Pitch smirked, and they both waved goodbye, their arms around each other as they walked away.

And then Michael fainted.

(Just an fyi, Watford F.C. is an actual team in the Premier League and I could not pass up the opportunity of making Baz play for a team called Watford, I mean come on. So he's not playing for the school, he's playing for the Premier League team. All of the other players mentioned are either names I made up or names I pulled from other soccer players but then changed either the first or the last name)

#raegan writes a story #carry on fanfiction #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #fluff #soccer #football #fanfiction #fic recs

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The awakening (Demon! Yoongi x Reader/ Smut)

Part 3

Word Count: 10k

Genre: Demon! BTS, Demon Au, Prince Au, Angst, Romance, Smut

Pairing: Demon! Yoongi x Reader

Character appearance: Park Jimin, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jeongguk

Warnings: Cursing, Graphic violence // Oral, Sexy times

Authors Note: The spacing, and the words written in Italic means it’s a flashback/ memory.

Summary: Y/N is a mere human, who one day unsuspectingly fell into hell. And not just a random part of hell or the top level, no she fell right inside the mansion where the prince of darkness lives. Instead of casting her back to earth, or imprison her because it’s hell after all he decides to spare her life. But the prince of darkness who may be the most powerful demon to walk to earth and rule hell, still is a growing young man who has to face all types of threats. Maybe she is one too?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (The End)

Oh, I don’t want to be here. Ohhh noooooo I don’t want to see that, just…oh bljekk, ew no. Is he really going to…ah yep he’s cutting into the dude’s throat nope…don’t throw up Y/N, don’t…oh man the gurgling noises are even worse ewwwwwww. Lunch stay down, please don’t throw up and make an ever-bigger fool of yourself, again. Ew, nope, ah...I burp involuntarily hiding it with a fake cough, letting my head hang low for the moment, eyes closing, as I run my tongue over my teeth. There’s nothing in your mouth Y/N no need for the gag reflex to be triggered so much…oh great more sounds of chocking. Chocking on his own bl-bloo-d.

I glance to my left towards the throne, and the still unphased prince who only has raised an eyebrow. There’s Namjoon standing on his left side with an emotionless expression as well, staring at what’s happening before them.

I dare a glance forward and fuck no that’s so much blood. Fuck this. Hey do you wanna do something fun? Yes Yoongi of course. Fucking bastard I didn’t think beheading someone was a fun thing to watch and well in Taehyung’s case do.

Another louder gurgle echoes around, Tae’s deep voice asking the same question he has been ever since this whole torture thing started. But the pain evident in the noises the lesser demon is letting out are enough to flip my stomach. And I though it was under control. But nope. Without saying anything to anyone I stand up, ignoring the eyes that immediately turn and focus onto me and make my way quickly, towards the door I was lead through not even half an hour ago.

Okay to rough, I grab onto the handle to hard and stumble over my own two feet as I jump into the narrow hallway leaving the throne room behind me. Quickly shutting the door behind me, the noises are cut off finally and I feel as if I can take a deep breath in relief.

Looking left and right, nobody is in sight. I eagerly step away from the doors, hearing a scream. An unpleasant shiver runs down my spine, making me shake my head as I march over to the giant windows, that show the gardens on the west side of the palace. The skies are still stretching out in trademark darkness, with a hint of red unlike the night sky that’s dark blue. We’re in hell, after all no light like the sun can be expected to shine here. Expect the pits of hell I’ve heard that there’s light there, as its literally fire and lava. Makes sense as it’s the centre of earth. Doh. Logic. And science too. Besides demons and angels actually existing which makes the whole science thing question itself. But that’s not my mystery to discover, or to question too much.

I offer a smile as I met kind brown eyes, Hoseok grinning widely raising his hand as he waves to me from the garden having stopped for a moment, with picking flowers. Why he’s doing that in the first place beats me, but only now I realize the flowers are alive. Huh. I wave back, hiccupping still feeling a bit nauseous, which has me huffing a moment later as he turns his back to me returning to his task. The whispers are back in my earshot, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I turn around another hiccup coming up, which luckly can be masked as a jump of surprise as I see Yoongi soundlessly close the door after himself.

‘’Are you alright?’’’ he asks the emotionless expression morphing into one of concern.

‘’Peachy.’’ I reply lying through my teeth which has him immediately frowning as he makes his way towards me ‘’Just had this urge to, look at the garden. Didn’t even realize till now that the flowers are actually alive!’’ I point out hoping it’s going to distract him.

He hums, pose straightening up as he stops to stand right next to me, the whispers calming down and quieting ‘’Human’s have always had a way of depicting things to their liking.’’ He starts a smile raising over his lips, eyes darting onto me.

The side of my mouth raises as I nod ‘’We also don’t learn from our mistakes much.’’ I point out, flinching as a shout rings out from the throne room, but gets cut off abruptly. Its not hard to imagine what happened to the poor guy, but it’s my imagination that makes it 100x worse than it has to be.

I’m quick to turn around to face the garden, my heavy breathing noticeable in the quiet that’s surrounding us ‘’Would you like to go for a walk?’’ comes a question. Unlike most folks here I look at him daringly into his eyes, expression sincere. There’s nothing implying that he’s mocking me or having a laugh. Only softy features, and kind eyes.

Its still nagging me, this whole mystery that he’s enwrapped into. At least to me. I feel as if he’s an open book, but at the same time I can’t read him.

‘’Don’t you…’’ a hiccup raises up my throat as well as some acid that I mask with a cough again ‘’Ah I’m sorry. Don’t you have royal duties to be present at?’’ I go on covering my mouth with my hand as he takes a step even closer, his eyes piercing right through me.

‘’It’s Monday. Namjoon can handle the lesser demons.’’ He replies raising a hand up in offering. He has again a soft smile on, lips enticing.

I manage a faint nod, accepting his hand which yet again to my surprise is warm. The first time he was icy cold, I’ll never forget the sensation. And yet whenever he touches me now, even brushes his finger against my cheek to brush away a strand of hair, he’s warm. It gets me giddy every time he does touch me, because a sense of security settles over me. I feel as if nothing bad can happen with him, and yes that is so cliché and overused, but I feel like before my amnesia I didn’t feel safe much. My body indicates that, as my muscle memory sometimes makes me do odd things. Defensive ones most of the times, as the fight ones (fight or flight response) I’ve only experienced two times when a demon threatened the prince. I wanted to slit his throat which is gruesome and oddly specific if you think about it. And yet I know I could do it with my own hands without batting an eye.

‘’Okay let’s go.’’ I breathe in shakily and tug him forward instead. He jumps after me in surprise but honey chuckles fill out the eeriness of the palace, which is usually cold and void. That’s my feeling, he on the other hand knows where everyone is at all times thanks to his shadows.

‘’Y/N.’’ He speaks up making me realize he’s walking with a slower pace, which has me bowing my head down in embarrassment and also trying to hide away the blush as well, while I fall back into step with him.

‘’Sorry.’’ I mumble turning left into another corridor as he silently leads us, noticeably taking a step closer to walk right next to me.

‘’Are you sure you’re feeling well??? I don’t mean to be unkind, but you seem rather pale.’’ He comments taking two steps in front of me making sure I stop for sure which only startles me, as I almost walk into him being my clumsy self.

‘’Ah I’m fine. Maybe the corset of this dress is a bit to thigh.’’ A half lie. I’m comfortable enough while standing its only when I have to sit down that breathing is slightly an issue. His eyes dart down taking my figure in, curses spilling in my mind at myself. Now he’s checking me out and this isn’t even the best piece of clothing in the closet. Great.

‘’We should…’’

‘’Nahh it’s fine. All good. I wanna see the flowers. So please lead the way.’’

‘’You are a very stubborn human. Has anyone ever told you that?’’

I grin instead as he opens a door which I though was a window, but I step outside not marvelling at the secret ‘’Many times, by many people.’’ His smile makes my heart flutter, before my nose gets assaulted by the smell of flowers which are potted in pots hanging over the railings of the balcony. And hell is supposed to be a bad place. Certainly not bad with having the prince of darkness for company, who wouldn’t have taught I’d find myself here one day huh?

I’ve always liked flowers, even if it’s another cliché thing. Or not, I mean I can still be a girl and like flowers it doesn’t make me cheesy or anything. But I always did pick flowery scents over all others, maybe that’s why when I stumbled upon Yoongi out of all the boys, he was the one that pulled me in the most. Because he smelled like flowers, having spent that same afternoon in the gardens. I’m not surprised at all once I open my eyes for them to land not on the flowers themselves but on the man, who holds my heart and soul and who has made me pull back my thorns allowing him in.

He has his head slumped forward in an awkward angle as he’s situated on the armchair which he must have dragged across the whole room, just to sit next to me. I smile at how ridiculous he is as I’m comfortably laid in the middle of his king-sized bed, where there’s plenty of room for him to have laid down properly. I’d welcome it even. Even though I’m covered with a thick duvet and fresh sheets I feel cold, a shiver running over me unpleasantly after the thought.

But as my brain wakes slowly, so does my body and the first thing I notice is something holding onto my right hand. Looking down, his fingers are loosely intertwined with my own. So that’s why he’s half slumped. I try readjusting myself but a sharp pain crosses through my whole body enlightening 3 spots specifically. Chest, hip and hand. Given that my hands are out I glance at my left one not feeling much strength in it. It’s all bandaged up and moving my fingers is a bad idea as it brings pain and wounded sounds to leave my lips which I bite into to keep silent. My eyes dart onto the prince but he only shifts, a frown settling onto his soft features.

There are dark bags under his eyes, clothes slightly wrinkled and I bet he’s going to be so sore when he wakes up from the awkward position he has put himself into. Ah Yoongi…

‘’You are terrible at acting.’’ I find myself speaking out loud lips stretching into a smile ‘’Truly awful. An then I’m considered being a bad liar.’’ The statement brings a smile to his lips the illusion completely broken, hence why he opens his eyes and looks up at me, hair falling into his face.

‘’You are a bad liar. The worst.’’ His voice seems slightly gruff as if he has been screaming to much. I only click my tongue instead and close my eyes.

‘’Meanie.’’ I mumble feeling his hand tighten around my own, and feel him shift around.

‘’Just speaking the truth.’’ He goes on sounding amused prompting me to look at him now from curiosity. He leans onto the left side of the armchair to be closer, pose straightening up, but I still think he’s going to feel sore.

‘’Why aren’t you lying here with me? There’s plenty of space!’’ I point out immediately ‘’Also what happened? Did I fall or something?’’ I ask raising my left arm, examining the bandage spotting a light patch which I think is blood on top of my hand. A memory flashes before my eyes, of me staring down at an arrow sticking from my hand, dark blood dripping around the wound. Ouch. I feel the pain ghosting over, and it’s not pleasant.

He straightens up more concern again washing over his features ‘’How much do you remember?’’ he asks voice gentler than usual.

I try and think what’s the last thing I remember but I’m blanking out, some weird flashes crossing my mind ‘’A nightmare?’’ I ask ‘’The sky was bloody red, that’s how its panted in my memory and the wind whistling…something whistling and shouting…’’ I go on my head starting to gradually hurt ‘’And then…blood?’’ I glance down at my left hand again shifting wanting to raise up but he’s quick moving in, hands careful as he presses his fingers gently onto my shoulders pushing me back down.

‘’Don’t get up, just lie still alright?’’ he goes on making sure I’m lying down properly again ‘’What else do you remember?’’ he prods on, sitting on the bed at least hand finding my own once more. It’s comforting his closeness, but also the reassurance is kind of not necessarily scaring me but it’s making me worried that he’s not telling me something important.

‘’I…’’ I start and close my eyes frowning as the pain is back. I feel as if something is pounding in my head, banging on my skill trying to pry it open, pressure building ‘’…I c…ah…’’ tears quickly gather in my eyes and spill down my cheeks, chest feeling full but empty. I feel like I’m suffocating slowly and quickly, and like my heart is so full ready to burst, and it’s to much, and there’s to much blood and pain and fear and there’s Yoongi staring at me with mischief written in his eyes, the smirk offering me reassurance but there’s also Yoongi shouting with tears spilling down his porcelain cheeks face contorted into one of pain as he shouts. And he shouts, from the agony and fear.

‘’Hey, hey, hey, hey…Y/N…’’ I can hear him through the haze as I stare back into his beautiful brown eyes, the grey having bleed back to reveal his own dark orbs that always whenever I get the chance to see them I feel like I see into a part of his soul. I feel closer to him ‘’Stop please jagiya, it’s alright don’t think about anything alright focus on me okay, focus on me my voice and my heart beat can you do that…’’ he moves closer propping my upper body up carefully. He tugs my hand making my fingers spread palm pressed firmly against something flat.

There just so much pain he feels, the way his shadows grow around us. They’re basically swallowing the world in they’re wake. Nobody is safe. Whoever hurt him will pay the price. Whoever hurt him I will personally hunt down and rip them limb from limb whoever…

I can feel something thump against my palm ‘’Y/N.’’ he whispers voice sounding broken which has me opening my eyes to look up at him surprised with seeing his eyes filled with tears.

And I look up at him in confusion all the pain and overwhelming emotions and feelings wash away, getting replaced by my own worry towards him ‘’Hey.’’ I whisper ‘’Why are you…’’ but he’s suddenly leaning down, soft lips pressing against my own which renders me stiff at the sudden movement. And its not the first time we’ve kissed it’s just the action that is just surprising. I quickly relax in his hold and return the brush of the lips, letting him slowly and gently lead it, as he prompts himself onto his elbows still holding onto my right hand, bending it near my head not breaking the kiss even once while he manoeuvres us so I’m lying down again and he’s holding himself up keeping his weight off me completely.

This feels right. It feels familiar and feels new, exciting, makes my heart flutter and butterflies raise in my stomach. Even though I know this time it’s different. Despite the tingling in my left hand I raise it up to run my fingers through his jet-black locks which I’ve had only once the pleasure of touching for a brief moment. His hair is as velvety and soft as I’d imagine it would be so I gladly burry my fingers in, sighing contently into the kiss air running thin but who cares. I’m kissing the love of my life.

He always did complain about my stubbornness the most. It has me grinning widely as he sighs clearly annoyed at me breaking the kiss. I chuckle silently while he settles on resting his forehead against my own instead ‘’I win.’’ I whisper gleefully opening my eyes to look at him. Despite the slightly awkward angle, I can see he’s not amused as he’d usual be. He’s keeping his eyes closed not moving away an inch…something is wrong ‘’Hey.’’ I whisper tightening my fingers around his ‘’Yoongi-yah.’’ I try again but it doesn’t get a reaction I’d wish to see. His eyes open, and there are still unshed tears threatening to spill ‘’What’s wrong my love?’’ I continue whispering while he leans a tiny bit back, but keeps himself close, eyes taking me in as if he’s engraving my face into his mind.

‘’I almost lost you.’’ He whispers in return the statement surprising me but I try not letting it show as I bring my hand to the front to cup his cheek, trace it with my thumb gently.

‘’Not possible. I’m too stubborn, aren’t I?’’ I try teasing him but his lower lip only tightens ‘’Hey…’’ I coo again ‘’Please don’t dwell on what might have happened. I’m, here aren’t I? And so are you.’’

But he growls instead, shadows flickering across the room ‘’You’ve been bedridden for a week, almost lost your hand, you’ve lost so much blood I barely got you to wake up, it’s not fine at all. Nothing is fine!!! Its all my fault and my fault alone!!! I should have never let you stay in the f…’’ he stops himself lifting himself up into a sitting position. Its not hard to figure out what the last words mean.

‘’Sorry for being a pest then. It’s not like I wanted to end up in hell…’’

‘’Ah no Y/N…’’

‘’It’s not like I wanted to lose all my memories and who I really am, and just trust demons not even humans with my life and everything. Not like I wished for this to happen, any of this…’’ I start pushing myself up ignoring how my wounds ignite tenfold.

‘’Don’t you dare move, you’re going to open your wounds…’’ he tries to reach out for me but I slap his hand away and continue pushing myself away from him.

‘’It’s not like I wanted to fall in love with you, not like I was ready to give someone let alone the prince of the underworld and darkness my heart, and let myself be bare and vulnerable after what feels like forever just to be his regret, I’m sorry for…’’ he’s quick to pin me back down onto the bed lips crashing against my own. And I do try and fight it, I really do but the pain gets too much, I feel the wounds flaring but also the tears that unwillingly shed and break my resolve.

‘’N-no…get off m-me…’’ I try and break the kiss but he’s not letting me, pinning my arms down and straddling me properly. I can feel shadows simmering around us, feel their touches ghosting over me. And it should be weird, should at least freak me out, should make me scared but I’m not.

Its reassuring that’s what it is. So as if I’m being eased into it, I start to let go...my will shifting...so I let him devour my mouth, kiss turning more passionate and demanding, hands loosening their hold into gentle caresses as he gets closer his body heat warming me up.

‘’You have no idea, how much you mean to me.’’ breaking the kiss he breathes out hands cupping my face eyes honest as well as his expression as he looks at me ‘’No idea how much my heart longs to see your face every second of the day, to see you smile and hear you laugh. See you blush because of something I did, or get you fumbling adorably.’’ And then the tears are spilling down his cheeks landing over my own startling me ‘’I was so scared.’’ His voice goes into a whisper ‘’There is no me anymore. You’re me. You’re my reason for anything and everything.’’

I just stare up at him in disbelief pain flourishing into one of love for him, both emotions coexisting in my heart hurting and soothing me ‘’Seeing you so hurt, and the way you just accepted your destiny…’’ he takes in a sharp breath straightening up a bit expression getting serious ‘’You’re never leaving me! Do you understand that?!’’ the shadows raise up over the walls around the room swallowing the light from the lamps mounted on the walls. Not a trickle of fear appears in me.

‘’I do.’’ I reply which has his nodding firmly.

‘’Never ever!’’ he goes on firmly with a convincing and possessive tone ‘’Because I can’t…I c-can’t without you…’’ his voice breaks and this time around I reach for his hands over my cheeks, and lean up ignoring how every cell in my body protests crippling pain blooming in my chest and hip but it doesn’t matter. I reach up to kiss him, wanting to portray some emotions this way because not everything can be put into words. He’s quick to return it tongue quick to demand entrance. Its filthy and messy but neither of us care.

But the pain does get unbearable, I can only endure so much and the white spots dancing behind my closed eyelids are a good warning, to let go.

Whining into the kiss he’s quick to back away hands wrapping around me ‘’Lie down.’’ He whispers and this time I don’t protest and do as he tells me, watching as he follows right after face hovering inches from my own, eyes still not leaving me ‘’How much in pain are you?’’ he asks instead of asking if I’m in pain at all. It’s just a testament how much he does know me after all.

‘’Bearable. The judges say I’ll live.’’ I reply with a smile but he shakes his head immediately.

‘’Don’t joke about something like that.’’ he almost snarls ducking down pressing a kiss to my cheek and then just continues to trace kisses, hand cupping the other side of my face moving it to his liking.

‘’Touchy.’’ I whisper earning myself a growl in return that has me chuckling. My front brushes with his own, as he has gotten himself comfortable, still hovering over me not yet touching me like I’d like too, meaning he’s holding himself back for some reason ‘’Yoongi-yah…’’ I breathe out wanting to get his attention but he seems engrossed with tracing kisses down my neck, lips ghosting over my ear the sensation making me shudder. Realization crawls upon me, reality making itself present suddenly. It’s happening.

He’s still keeping his distance somewhat, weight shifted of me which still means he is holding himself back. My hands trail up again tugging onto his hair gently getting his attention ‘’Please…’’ I mutter pleadingly his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. I know where his emotions are going to lead him from confusion into panic. So, I cup his face this time, bringing his head closer. His hands that were over my shoulders brace onto the bed, as he complies into my demand and returns my kiss easily.

Getting my right hand free, I urge him by pushing at his shoulder and lift my left leg up with strain but with a clear intent ‘’No, we can’t…’’ he breaks the kiss ready to protest. I’m faster though, sealing our lips back together again.

I start sliding my hands down over the silky shirt he’s wearing, fingers finding the top of the black pants he has on. His skin is exposed as the shirt has ridded up. To my disapointement he’s quicker, hand shothing down catching my wrists and stopping me just as two fingers slide under, to trace against his underwear ‘’Y/N-ah.’’ He speaks in warning glaring at me with darker eyes than usual. I offer a smile in return pecking his lips before he’s moving away ‘’Stop. I know what game you’re playing at and it won’t work.’’

He goes on completely serious while I slump back onto the bed pouting, trying to look adorable as much as I can as I blink even repeatedly ‘’You don’t want me?’’

I shouldn’t be so aroused, but I am at the snarl that leaves from his throat his shadows flaring around the room, making the lights flicker. Only now I notice how they have ‘eaten up’ our surroundings.

‘’You don’t understand how much I want you.’’ My eyes quickly flicker back to meet his own, that are changing into the two silver orbs who would make any mortal and some immortals instantly look away and repent for their sins on spot. But it does things to me. It has the opposite effects. My skin practically tingles, electricity buzzing in the air we breathe. I feel as any kind of move can set spark off which means it will end up blazing into an unstoppable fire. My breath hitches in my throat upon his statement ‘’I want to devour you whole…’’ I pick up on how his shadows which start to whisper voices picking up on a more melodic tone ‘’I want to devour your soul and body, I want to mark you up so every creature in this or other realms will see that you’re mine! You belong to me.’’ By the end of the speech he’s growling, silver irises staring at me with a cold hard gaze but I can see past it, I can see the lust, the want, the need and love dare I say it hidden behind the masked layers he has built in his life time. He had to, to survive. As well as I. But he’s bare before me and that is an enormous difference.

He climbs over my legs and rests in between them the duvet being moved along to reveal my left leg. He’s careful with manoeuvring it to the side and around his hip. Something rustles on the sheet making me panic for a moment, because his hand is touching my thigh the other placed near my head ‘’Shhhh…’’ he gently shushes me my breathing becoming harder at the scare. I glance down seeing a shadow sprouting from him, and how it bends at odd angles that don’t follow the lighting of the lamps. It dips down across the white sheets, over the creases gliding up till my nightdress that has raised upon my leg hanging as it is in the air. I stare how the shadow still whispering softly, raises over the flimsy material of the blue nightgown I’ve been dressed in.

Glancing silently up at Yoongi he has this small smile on his face, staring down at what the shadow is doing. I can see and sense the playful mood he has fallen in to. I gasp upon the brush and feather touch over the wound on my hip the slight pressure lessening ‘’Ah ‘m sorry…’’ he breathes out leaning in, to brush his lips against my own, while I furrow my brow trying to get my breathing under control as it’s still laboured. There’s this anticipation clinging onto me which I can’t figure out exactly why there’s a hint of fear in the first place.

An involuntary whine leaves from between my lips when the touch returns, the wound in pulses spreading the pain, my brain registering it as danger. But his kisses that deepen and hard teeth nipping at my lower lip at some point distracts me completely from feeling how the shadows slither under my back to touch upon the wound on my chest. It does bring a blush to flare up over my cheeks, as the shadows like water seem to ripple around across my bare skin under the flimsy dress which is more of a bother as the shadows room over my skin, earning shivers to shake me when brushing certain points.

With the lack of oxygen, he pulls away licking over my lower lip teasingly which has me trace my own lip after he moves away. The smirk that he sports, makes me feel weak, and quiver at the way he’s looking at me. As if he’s the predator and I am the pray; he’s going to savour this, and absolutely devour me.

‘’So gorgeous…’’ he breathes out sitting up on his knees, spreading his own under me forcing both of my thighs to rest against his, knees bent around him. His right hand is still supporting my left side though, and remarkably the pain is gone. I don’t feel the strain over my hip and chest, only on my left arm where it’s still present ‘’Let’s get this off, I want to see you…’’ he goes on not even waiting for a reply as his long fingers grab the end of the dress. I simply stare how effortless he just splits the clothing in two right down the middle, revealing me all at once. I stare at him with my lips parted, as he makes quick work off tugging the material from under me, all the while his still silvery eyes are darting around over my skin and curves clearly taking me in. The bandages don’t cover much of me up but they do make me feel insecure upon my scarred skin. I have this strong feeling through creeping up on me that he isn’t going to be too bothered by it.

The ghosting touch gets me to tare my eyes away from him regrettably, seeing the shadow that’s not entirely black as it trails over from the top of my shoulder and slithers downwards, over my bicep, elbow, the inside of my forearm, and then pries my fingers gently to open up, while it settles there covering my palm completely but not like the bandage does. Its soothing as if its massaging and chasing the pain away, or maybe taking it from m…

My eyes widen upon the realization, settling onto the prince again who has gone to work over the front buttons of his shirt. My mouth falls closed tongue darting out to lick over my dry lips as he’s staring at me with hooded eyes that are shouting ‘Want’ while the silky material falls open finally, his hands, his long fingers making work of tugging it off. I whine when he starts stalling. The bastard even chuckles and tsks ‘’Patience Y/N-ah, haven’t you learned anything from being with me all this time? Good things come to those who wait.’’

I simply groan and shamelessly run my eyes over his pecks, how smooth his porcelain skin is. There’s not a single mark on him, arms strong and defined, veiny hands and fingers…I already know the capability of them how he can so effortlessly squeez a life out of a demon, but that is nothing compared to what he’s going to show me right now, how capable he really is in this field. His stomach is flat, and his torso lean. He is stronger than he looks. My eyes dart down to his pants, the garment offensive in all the ways.

‘’So I take that you are not a blushing virgin, then are you?’’ he asks out of the blue.

‘’Disappointed??’’ I dare back feeling a tiny bit insecure at his statement. Men do have their weird standards, not much can surprise me in regards of them. Yet I’m left pleasantly surprised upon the smirk that appears on his wine-red lips.

‘’You could never disappoint me Y/N-ah.’’ He replies getting serious once more and lowers himself down slowlyyy still teasing without actually doing anything which is getting torturous on its own. I just want to feel him, and his touches, feel his warmth ‘’Just no dying or leaving.’’ He lowers down finally making me keep in the intake of breath as he presses himself against my lower half where I can feel him properly the panties I got on not doing much to hide anything away ‘’Promise to stay with me.’’ he turns serious hands like I’ve mentioned capable of so many things, cup my face so gently as if I’m made out of glass ready to shatter even at a wrong breath ‘’Promise me that you will never leave me. That you will be mine forever.’’

‘’Forever is a long time.’’ I reply back getting serious too as he gets closer leaning his forehead against my own, thumbs caressing my cheeks.

‘’Not enough amor mea.’’ He whispers lips gently pressing against my forehead.

‘’A millennium?’’ I try which has him shaking his head, lips pressing a kiss between my eyebrows ‘’2 millenniums?’’ I go on with a smirk getting another kiss on my nose this time, and a curl of his lips as well eyes meeting my own so we simply can stare at one another.

‘’Forever.’’ He says simply and stares at me waiting for my answer.

‘’The whole eternity.’’

Instead of a reply, I watch lovestruck how his eyes seem to shine even brighter and a glow emits from him in this strange sense. The shadows settle into a melodic song that’s just all him. I can hear him in the song, they’re muttering playing, singing. And I’m just so enamoured, so entirely bewitched, and entranced with him I…I just…wow.

He leans in sealing the deal with a gentle press of his lips against my own, this kiss alone meaning so much more than all the kisses we exchanged up until now. It breathes life into me, makes my body enlighten, and my soul to sing in return along his melody. My eyes fall closed, sensations overwhelming me as he kisses down my neck, teeth nipping occasionally over my skin. He’s fulfilling his promise, leaving blooming marks in his wake.

So I just let him, even lift and bend my arms above my head to his liking as he maps my body with his tongue, which dips over my collarbone making my fingers wiggle for a moment and smile as I reopen my eyes again only to flush harder as just in the right time, he takes my left nipple in his mouth sucking gently, while his tongue flickers over it making me genuinely gaps in surprise how pleasant it feels.

His eyes seem to bore into me making my head spin. Letting go he licks at the hardened bud as I stare at him like an idiot, having grabbed and now am clinging onto the pillow above me, knuckles brushing against the wood of the headboard, meanwhile my panties are gradually becoming soaked. As his fingers move to play with my left nipple he moves with his mouth onto the right eagerly sucking at it, my body feeling as if someone set a bomb but just lit off the string that leads towards it.

‘’Y-Y-Yoon-ahhh!’’ I hiss as he lets go and starts blowing air gently, the sudden contrast shocking making me clench up. He smirks at my reaction leaning up to only brush his lips against my own.

‘’Tell me.’’ he whispers pressing another solid kiss onto my cheek ‘’What do you want?’’ he whispers directly into my ear, his left hand having found its way from my stomach, down to the panties skipping over the top of them, to dive down middle finger brushing over my lower lips. The grumble emitting from his chest has me blushing from embarrassment because I have a strong feeling that his finger is already wet ‘’C’mon jagiya don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me now?’’

I only huff in response as he leans backwards fingers now properly running up and down my clothed cunt, only briefly brushing over my clit but it’s not nearly enough for anything, except to make me stiffen up for a split second ‘’I’m not.’’ I mumble grinding my teeth together at the fleeting touches. He’s being mean.

‘’Alright then.’’ he chuckles sounding completely delighted ‘’Then tell me what you want.’’

I stare still entranced at the way his hand moves, fingers peeking over the tip of my cunt now and then as he moves it steadily, touch light and unchanging the torturous punishment which I don’t know how and what I did to deserve it dragging out. The slap is sudden making me jump and let out a yelp, the aftermath pleasant once it registers in my brain. I stare at him in disbelief whilst staring dumbfounded at his smile…proper devilish smile that has me fuming, his fingers reaching under the panties over my hips past the bandage. With a simple motion the panties rip, and the shadows actually swallow them leaving me bare. I gape like a fish as he lets go my left leg gently, because the shadows keep it propped up comfortably. He starts to crawl down, pressing fleeting kisses over my chest, my ribs, stomach as he lowers himself down my body.

‘’Fuck you smell good.’’ he curses, making me feel agitated in anticipation, as I feel his fingers spread my lips open ‘’My, my, my.’’ The smirk doesn’t help me to settle down, his eyes even less once I lift my own to meet his which are trained onto my own. I feel my eyes sharpen though which should be concerning but I can’t get bothered seeing him clearer than ever, as his tongue darts out trailing from my hole with fucking precision and all the way up over my clit trailing over the spots that have my fingers and toes curl instantly, body clenching and unclenching as he repeats the motion over and over, but by the 5th lick the jumpiness starts to subdue settling into a pleasant buzz that’s building up.

‘’Fuc-c-k-k-…Yoon-n-g-giii…’’ I manage to get out, chest deflating the shout getting cut off because of it as he lunges at the right moment lips attaching themselves around my clit. It has been throbbing and was left neglected for to long so now I’m almost hyper sensitive and aware of everything he does. But the intense suction is gone, brief enough to allow me to intake some air just enough so I can let out an almost ear-piercing scream, once his tongue starts flickering over it.

‘’FuAHHHHHH!!!’’ I grab at his hair once he gets rougher my hips starting to rock on they’re own. The shadows move and accommodate my leg, just as I feel something prod at my entrance ‘’Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…’’ I chant feeling cold sweat trickling down from my forehead. His nose scrunches up but he continues moving his tongue as much as he can, but successfully does push one long finger into me without any restraint or resistance. I sigh in relief, when he moves away pulling his finger out but then quickly pushes it back in.

‘’So sweet, jagiya you are so delicious.’’ My jaw clenches the words having an affect on me but I need more and I need it now.

‘’P-Please just…please-e-e…’’ I plead giving him a proper look of desperation. The bastard that he is chuckles nudging another finger in besides the one, stretching me wider open without any burn of uncomfortableness.

‘’Whatever my princess wants.’’ At the nickname I raise my head again to stare at him, seeing the wink before he dives in changing between sucking onto my clit and licking around it teasing me. Thankfully he does give me mercy and at least thrusts his fingers in and out with an unrelenting rhythm.

The whines starts out of the blue, and chant on vocally forming his name, and other things meanwhile, the pleasure he is giving me is simply blinding making my body act on is own rather than me having much control over it. It’s why at one point he flattens his tongue and lets me grind myself against him with no complaint coming from how hard I’m gripping his hair, or how hard I’m moving my hips. I continue to chase my high, getting there rapidly because of the disarming stare. And at the change of his pace quickening up his fingers, he goes to curl them upwards and then with a loud moan that turns into a shout I’m clamping onto him, body tensing in the weird half raised position as the floodgate of absolute bliss gets released.

His hand’s help to lower me down, while my mind is completely overwhelmed and in another dimention is feels like. That state of euphoria washes over me, once I feel kisses getting pressed up over my face again. I automatically smile to his touches, his warmth welcomed as the explosion has now washed into tingles still rippling through me slowly dying down.

When I find the strength, I open my eyes to look up him feeling as if he’s a dream. I sure hope he’s not. His lips are turned up into a fond smile eyes having dulled down into faint silver, despite the shadows which are still very much so present darkening up the room but not enough so that I don’t see him. But I see so much more though…

‘’I love you.’’ I breathe out not even thinking. It feels right.

At first, I get a reward winning smile, the kiss gentle and firm ‘’I love you too.’’ He replies confidently, with a hint of relief. The kiss continues on as we have been deprived of too many kisses in the past specially the last days with the upcoming war and army ready to kill us off. There just wasn’t any time to sneak around for even pecks.

I get quickly aware of an issue, guilt gripping me as I get aware of my selfishness. Even if he’s not saying anything and is being considerate and all like he’s always been it irks me. So, while half focusing on the kiss I attempt to thrust my hips but end up only lulling us. It’s enough to get him to break away with a soft gasp, so I take the chance to let my tongue dart over his plushy lower lip. Grabbing onto his ass I use that to try and move my hips and grind into him from this awkward position as much as I can.

‘’Ah jagiya…’’ he breathes out as I continue moving my hips getting more reactions from him. I want to properly ride him want to show him how much I want and need him, but I think my wounds won’t let me go that far. And neither will he most likely so I settle on keeping quiet and moving as much as I can, starting to feel properly the outline of his dick, the rough fabric of his pants spreading my lower lips. And its so close I’m so close to being able to rub my clit against them but then he’s the one thrusting forward pinning my ass completely down to the bed a huff ghosting over my face. He still smells like mint and flowers ‘’Can you feel…how hard you make me…’’ he emphasizes his words with harsh thrusts that are forcing me to move upwards over the bed, hands shooting up to push myself away from bumping my head into the headboard.

I grin widely feeling pleased and proud of myself for having such an effect on him ‘’It fucking hurts...’’ he growls clearly frustrated ‘’…and its all because of you, only you…’’

I hiss when he nips at my neck harshly on the other side ‘’I’m gonna mark you up, because this is mine to colour into pretty purples and red marks.’’ He proves his point by biting harder making me cry out protest dying in my throat as he starts grinding and rubbing me the right way rendering me breathless again ‘’Mine.’’ He grumbles coming to a stop by thrusting harder than necessary but enough to have me look at him.

‘’You sure you want this?’’ he goes on going completely serious, everything besides his eyes and shadows going void of emotion. Because only I can hear and feel his shadows properly. I can hear what his soul is singing, because being the devil or not, prince of darkness and all that he does have a soul. Even if its tainted it matches my own broken one. His shadows sing what he really feels, from the debts of within him, song fulfilling going intertwined with mine.

I don’t have to answer his ridiculous question. I push myself up brining him into a demanding kiss, hands falling down to the top of his pants that I start pulling. And under my fingers they start to tare the sound filling up the room besides our kissing. He’s quick to help once I fall onto the bed again, wounds aching, his shadows squirming which are still dancing over my skin.

He makes quick work of tearing and pulling his pants off, as well as underwear to which I have to just stare and watch how his cock springs up bobbing against his stomach. Its rosy pink, the tip looking angry. There’s something already wet on it and for a second it makes me wonder if I ruined his pants with how wet I still am, but in the next moment it clicks that it’s precum, which gets confirmed as the pearly white substance leaks out. Before I can do anything else my vision gets obscured as he dives back in kissing and demanding my attention.

He’s smiling into the kiss which has me breaking into giggles for some reason even when I feel him brush against my folds. He doesn’t seem hurried.

‘’What’s so funny?’’ he asks moving his hips the tiniest bit leaning in to playfully bite my chin not pulling on it, soothing it with tiny kisses.

‘’Nothing.’’ I reply back ‘’You were the one smiling.’’ I point out.

‘’I was smiling because you make me happy.’’ He replies back without hesitation which causes me to look at him surprised the confession kind of out of the blue ‘’So insanely happy.’’ I gasp as I feel the head of his cock now prod at my entrance. I glance down as he leans closer head resting against my own. I stare as he holds onto his cock, sliding it up and down teasingly again spreading my wetness onto himself. My resolve is quick to break as I pant, once he prods again, so I let out a growl of my own. It doesn’t compare to his, but it gets his attention chuckles filling the room.

‘’You want me that bad??’’

‘’Mine!’’ I reply possessively seeing his unmarked skin, grabbing him around his torso and tug him downwards. He goes along huffing in surprise but doesn’t comment as I latch my lips onto his neck, biting hard into his shoulder. He hisses because of it so I let go to press kisses over the mark before continuing my way upwards leaving marks of my own behind ‘’As much as you think I’m yours, which I am…’’ the growl dies down quickly ‘’You’re also mine. And nobody can touch you, approach you, or dare to even look at anymore. You belong to me and me alone.’’ I grab gently under his chin brining his face closer, the tip of his cock sinking into me ‘’Body, and soul.’’ I feel something shift, a flood of emotions and memories fill up my mind. But I push those away, aware of my anaesthesia breaking, but it’s not important. He’s the only important thing right now.

His silvery eyes meet my own which have probably bleed into crimson red colour. I can feel my power as it is tingling on my fingertips his shadows are an indicator that they have awakened as they crowd closer around us, ghosting over his skin more noticeably.

With a growl he leans in forcing my head to lie back against the pillow. His body moves without words, as he sinks into me quickly meting no resistance. But the intrusion does make me gasp at the sensation, of being so full, and feeling like we are one. It ignites a fire within me that is instant to spread out of control almost.

I feel it on my fingertips, see how it appears right before my eyes, my hands settled over his shoulders. He spares it a glance, shadows shimmering in distress visibly for a moment until they settle into calmnmess his gaze landing onto me once more with a calculating look settling in his eyes for a moment.

‘’Mine.’’ He simply says and then pulls out, and thrust back. The fire I feel spreads down my forearms more ablaze than ever. Yoongi looks and remains completrly unphased starting up a slow but firm rhythm, pushing me upwards with each thrust that is getting harder but so pleasurable. Letting go of him I reach up to hold myself down, hands pressed flat against the wood.

The shadow that was wrapped around my wounded arm this whole-time trails back, leaving my hand alone as well as the pain that remains at bay. A particularly hard thrust has me moaning, twisting my head back, exposing my neck to him which he dives in eagerly, lips and teeth tracing all over. Glancing at my hands that are braced against the wooden headboard, my left one feels fine. It feels as it no damage was ever caused. Looking down again I raise my eyebrows ready to plead again for him to go faster. He stops moving completely but simply to readjusts himself into a sitting position onto his knees. He pulls my legs along settling them over his shoulders.

My hip doesn’t hurt anymore it’s why his shadow pulls way while the fire trickles down, over my chest. It is acting like a liquid without an actual blazing flame. The liquid does variate from blue to green colours. Its like molten lava but much more dangerous.

A high pitch moan leaves my throat as the angle shifts, and the way he’s thrusting now has me seeing sparks, going off in the air around us as I feel how his cock drags across my walls properly, giving me everything I need. I force my eyes to remain open with great difficulty as my fingers and toes are already curling again. His eyes seem to shine brighter, shadows swallowing almost every source of light in the room, besides the fire that’s burning on my skin.

I stare mesmerized at how sinful Yoongi looks. Bruised lips still coloured beautifully into a wine-red colour, marks stretching over his porcelain skin. He won’t be able to hide them, as I’ve managed to get one right under his ear. It fills me with a sense of pride and possessiveness knowing that everyone will know who he belongs to. He’s covered in sweat just like I am, from this “workout” but the way his skin glistens whenever he moves and the flames flicker…I wanna taste him all the more. He is breathing through parted lips, expression contorted into one of concentration, his hold on my legs to keep me still frim, not moving me an inch away from himself. And then his eyes. It’s as if I call him they flicker up to meet my own, another wave of arousal, or electricity and I don’t even fucking know I can’t describe what it exactly is washes over me violently, making me call out his name making me want to absolutely devour him whole. It’s not a predator and prey situation anymore. I’m on his level, we are completely equals if not the same. Shaking I let go of the pillows having torn them apart, to reach out for him. 3 thrusts after he’s shifting my legs spreading them further apart, but he places his hand over my stomach, the thrusts now shallow as he looks down eyebrows furrowed.

I follow his gaze to my chest; liquid fire having settled mostly in the wounds. The bandages surprisingly haven’t fallen off, until now as he reaches for them and tears them off revealing the scarred tissue behind. I’m surprised at how much I healed, lifting my left arm in front of my face I tug the bandage off, and watch as the fire is soothing the wound, closing it and regenerating the cells to heal up properly. But this isn’t my doing... not entirely. My hand falls away as I stare at him, while he leans closer again both arms landing just above my shoulders to keep me in place. He’s still burying himself deep inside me and leans in to steal away despite the whole situation sweet, honeyed kisses.

And as he bends down properly, he starts moving the kiss quickly getting broken as now he’s reaching deeper, not only rubbing my walls amazingly but just…he’s perfect…

‘’That’s it…’’ he breathes out tone gravely only furthering my arousal ‘’…moan for me amor mea, let me hear your beautiful voice, come on…’’ he encourages starting to piston properly fucking me without abandon, which does evoke many moans to leave my throat as I cling onto him, the fire still not hurting him, as he leans lower to get closer to me. He’s panting in my ear.

‘’Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongii…’’ I chant my voice getting louder and louder fingers digging into his shoulders. He’s going to hate me for this I’ve probably ruined his back for good. But he presses a kiss to my cheek brief as he’s still moving, and groaning along.

‘’That’s it…’’ he breathes out sounding pleased and gone definitely gone, which has me seeing white around the edges, my eyes falling shut ‘’Let everyone know who do you belong to.’’ He ends up growling biting onto the corner of my jaw making me whine, his thrust becoming brutal but I don’t need anything more. I’ve been on the edge since he leaned closer, clenching and unclenching.

I start shouting out his name, ending up panting wanting to breathe air in which isn’t there ‘’Mine!’’ he goes on sounding possessive ‘’Only mine! Say it!’’ a hand wraps around my throat suddenly cutting of the already non-existent air current into my lungs.

‘’Ah…yours…only yours…’’ I manage to get out eyes opening at a jerk, just to meet his silvery ones that for a moment look like crimson, but maybe that’s the reflection of my own.

‘’Good girl.’’ He breathes ‘’Now cum for me.’’ and with that and the calmness he’s radiating, he lets go of my neck and the flood gates have been opened. With the only remaining cell in my brain that does remain unchanged I get aware that the fire has gone out of control.

‘’Y/N-ah…’’ I pick up on a breathless moan through the haze knowing he’s perfectly alright and well, despite the fire that’s ragging on for the first time not inside me but all around me destroying everything in its path, eating it up fuelling itself. I can’t get myself to be even bothered by it, seeing as Yoongi isn’t.

I smile at the way he breathes, practically lying on top of me enjoying his own post orgasmic bliss. He’s not even heavy, and the way he’s lying down doesn’t put pressure anywhere that would make me feel even in the slightest uncomfortable. Getting back the feeling into my body, and hands I raise them up, eagerly letting my fingers web in between his silky only slightly damp locks. I stare up at the ceiling, the lights returning enough so I can see without straining my eyes. Shadows are cast across the ceiling making me smile, once they form into solid forms as if someone is putting on a puppet show for me. I can easily recognize Yoongi and myself, and a ridiculous story playing out which ends with me killing a cartoon looking dragon and then grabbing him and lifting him into my arms bridal style. I chuckle breaking the comfortable silence and glance away, at how the shadows have crawled up over his back, but are just now retreating his back once left unmarked despite my rough touches earlier. But besides the shadows that are let out to do as they please, because they are Yoongi’s extensions, my flame meanwhile starts dying down.

And not dying not literally because that means I’d be dead, but the spark has run its course, the pent-up emotions hidden in memories as well, got let out earlier and has now left peace and serenity in its place inside me. I summon up the fire to pull back and raise my right arm and away, holding the flame on my palm. Yoongi mumbles something under his breath but only moves his head and, leans lower dick spent falling from me, but that’s an issue for later to deal with. He rests his head conveniently above my breast, eyes fixated onto my hand.

Smiling I stare at the dancing pair modeled out of the fire, who start dancing tango. It is the dance of passion is it not? All the while the liquid still variating from lighter to darker blues and hints of green retracts into the flame. When it’s all gathered, and the fire dancers have burnt out the fuel they end the dance with a bow and kiss, disappearing into thin air, a brief puff of smoke raising into the air after them, the shadows seemingly swallowing them.

‘’...didn’t kno you could…do that.’’ The prince obviously tired now mumbles almost unintelligible. So, I turn my head down, to glance at his nose. He hasn’t moved still

‘’Well now you do.’’ I reply back sounding way more composed than he is. He lifts his head up tried eyes meeting my own, now having turned back to normal as he blinks slowly at me, looking completely sated and content from the way he’s still very much so boneless in my arms.

‘’There’s a lot of thing I don’t know.’ he grumbles lips forming a pout eyes looking up at me, with this sad look. And it fucking stops my heart from how fucking adorable he is! He reminds me of a kitty to be honest.

I offer a smile in return and lean down to press a kiss to his forehead ‘’We do have forever.’’ My words quickly bring a smile to his lips ‘’So there’s plenty of time for anything and everything that your heart wishes for.’’

‘’Anything and everything huh?’’ he repeats in a wonderous tone.

‘’Uh huh.’’ I hum in return sighing happily and overjoyed, to have him finally rest in my arms like this with no more secrecy, no more tricks, no more wondering and questioning his or my own actions, and finally knowing and remembering. Suddenly he lifts his head and stares at me, but then raises onto his elbows, left arm outstretched to the left, making me glance at it as he looks like he’s reaching for something ‘’What?’’ I ask gently smirking while he impatiently then snaps his fingers, the shadows in the room shifting as if a wave of water crashed into them. The lights do go out, leaving us in complete darkness for only a moment. But once it’s back I’m left staring confused at the joyous expression he has on, eyes practically sparkling. But what startles me and stops time is the thing he’s holding between his thumb and pointing finger between our faces.

It’s a silver band ‘’Be my queen.’’ Comes the statement and without even answering him he’s grabbing for my left hand, the shadows supporting him so he’s effortlessly keeping weight off me, while he preoccupies himself with sliding the ring onto my ring finger ‘’You said anything and everything. This is it. Be my queen, rule with me by my side till the end of time.’’

The small silver band fits perfectly. He lets go of my hand, while my eyes scan the piece of jewellery that holds suddenly the weight of the world over me. It’s a simple design, silver with waves drawn over around it, and small diamonds scattered in pattern around it.

‘’Maybe?’’

‘’Maybe!?!??!??!’’ pause ‘’What do you mean maybe?!’’

‘’Kidding! Yes.’’

‘’What?’’

‘’Yes. My answer is yes.’’

#bts demon au #bts smut #BTS suga #demon au #bts #suga x reader #bts yoongi #yoongi x reader #min yoongi x reader #bts x reader #bts romance #bts angst #bts fanfic #bts royal au

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valentinyresha · 7 years ago

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This is not as good as the first unsuccessful attempt, but at least it seems to be funny =‘D

"..A/N: I am just a fan, I dont have the rights to any of this stuff.Resha woke up one spring monday....It was a darj and snowy night. Resha had been bored, so bored, you wooldn’t bleve it. She had been there together in the room with Shiba and Clea. Normally they could perfectly entertain each other, but not this time. And to make matters worse, it was almost impossible to go to town. It was too snowy, too dark.“Urgh,” said Shiba, “I wish Endless would attack. At least we’d have something to do.”Clea agreed, “I agree,” she said and started throwing mobile phone at the wall, just to catch it again when it bounced off. “Uuuurgh,” she then said as well, because she agreed with Shiba, “Don’t you know anything to do, Resha?”..."...

Resha’s gaze went down the room, past teddy Bear and a stack of g-strings. Then Her eye fell onto a lone empty bottle they had used the evening before.

I know,” said Resha, “How about we play...............spin...the....BOTTLE!”

“What a superb idea” “Oh year!” Resha's mother and King Malacia also peaked up “Yeaaaah!”

So they all sad down and Resha took the bottle first. Hilariously, it landed on King Malacia, but Resha thought King Malacia was quite a bit too creepy and really didn't want to kiss the man. She hoped the others might have mistook it for landing on Clea, but judging the howls of laughter and the rising anticrepation in the room, they probably didn't.

"But but dont you all see it really landed on Clea?" "Laaawl no, u shuld kiss King Malacia," said Clea. The fact that she said it made Resha feel rejected :(

But then, all the sudden.... Endless attacked!

But before everyone got themselves ready to go after Endless, there was one thing Resha wanted to take care of. She had to introduce Shiba to her parents. Resha had been thinking for it for a longitme. Her parents were the worst. Uppity, pathetic and sexist. But Resha had told them that she finally got engaged and that she would introduce Shiba to the family before they would make it official

"Uuuuurgh," Resha said while laying on her bed "I can handle it," Shiba said "You don't know my parents!" Resha said. "I know, but if they created you, then they can't be that bad," Shiba spoke wisely. "I noooooo but it's still...uuuuuurgh." "We'll just go there and I'll impress them," Shiba said manly Then Resha snugged deeper into Shiba's arms.She felt safe there. Resha knew that whatever would happen, Shiba would protect her.

The day of the dinner had come. Resha and Shiba took a dragon to her parents. They came into a dining room and the table had already laid. "Ah, you've finally arrived," Resha's mom said and she looked at Shiba, "You're late." "It wasn't her fault," Shiba said always as protective of Resha as he was. "It was the weather." "Sure... sure..." Mom said and she went back to the kitchen. "Wow," Resha said, "she didn't even shake your hands." "Oh well," Shiba said manly. Oh gosh, that nonchallant way. Exactly the reason why Resha had falled in love with the man. Resha was busy swooning over her fiancé when her dad came in. "Boy," dad said and the stared at Shiba. Shiba shook his hand politely. "Ah, you're here too," dad said to Resha, "Help your mother out, it's time that the men have a conversation." "uuuuuurgh," Resha said and went into the kitchen. Then Resha's mother made her do all sorts of annoying useless jobs. After all, as mom said, people like them were inherently used to these sorts of things. Then dinner came. Resha was told to take the food in while mom and dad already sat down. Resha wasn't even allowed to see where Shiba went off to. Just before she carried in the first plate of food, she felt something weird. Like a crosswire went down sheback, tingling all along the way down. Something was off, but Resha was still too annoyed with her parents!

Then Resha carried in the meal. But no one was there. Instead, at the end of the table, Endless sat!

Endless laughed at her, "My my, that apron looks lovely on you!" Resha threw down the meal and flexed her muscles. Oh, she had been waiting for this moment. Not only was Endless going to feel the fullest extend of Resha's rightious fury, Resha could also unleash her frustration with her parents!

She threw the dish at Endless like a disco. But as it hit her archnemesis, it turned out it was a hologram! "If you want to see your parents again," Endless said, "come to my Hut" Resha felt conflicted. On one hand, Resha hated her parents, on the other, she still needed them for the wedding! Shiba came in and said: "We should save your parents." "But uuuuuuurgh," Resha said. "No we should. I talked to your dad, and he really does love you." "Alright. Fine." And then, suddenly Endless stood behind them. They held an old book in his hand and the Aetherion in the other. "I see you finaly found me, allthough it will not do you any good. You see, the Aetherion is the last componant I need in the spell of Demonic Demonification. At last I will be one with who I admire most, I will have the true power - from the one that has lead me all these years. My one true ally... Satan: the Devil incarnated!"

Everyone gasped in horror as they were shocked. "Behold, prepare to knell before me, as the world soon will!" With that they spoke the evil words, and the ground shock and cracked, and the skys opened, and lava flowed over his body and then they was Satan!! Suddenly, Shiba (who was playing dead) lunged at Satan, grabbing the Aetherion off him With the spell broken, this gave Resha time to stab satan in the eye sending him back to Hell! As Satan exploded Resha sudden saw Endless again in the middle of the explosion. "Endless!" "Its me, Endless. First Satan was inside me and then got out, but during then I was inside Satan. You exploded Satan so only the inside was left which was me." "Do we need to fight now?" "No, when I was inside Satan before you exploded him I still heard what you said. What you said about love and The Lord. And how we all have to be good to be saved by him. I want peace now. I have seen the light" "Oh, thats good, Love has shown you the way"

And with that Endless and Resha became friends. Endless got baptised the following week and Resha helped out. After that they had some papayas and went home.

The End.

#rave #rave master #G E N I O U S fic #seriously #XD

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nightwingswing · 8 years ago

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“Babygirl” (mom! Black canary x reader)

Hello, my lil wings!

Im back!

So this imagine is for @hamsterforlive because she’s feeling sick and needed some fluff! We talked and I asked her for a character. She said Black Canary, So i hope you get better soon and i hope you enjoy it!!! ❤ ❤

Tagging: @plethora-of-things and @hamsterforlive

If you want to be tagged message me anytime!.

(btw, the Black Canary and Harley Quinn scene is CANNON and from the comic Injustice: Gods amongs us Year two)

Hope you enjoy!

Dinah Lance hasn’t had the most easier of lives.

But who was, right?

With her sometimes on-sometimes off relationship with Oliver and her work with The birds of prey as Black Canary, she was content with that.

Until after a rather bad break up with Oliver she started to feel ill, the other birds were worried for her and thus bought a few pregnancy test.

“I’m not pregnant!” She yelled.

“Its just to be sure!” Babs said.

“It just a test! You pee and that’s it!” Selina said.

“argh! Fine! “ She grabs the tests and walks to the bathroom.

“You think she is?” Helena said.

“Maybe” Babs answered

“Totally” Selina smirked.

//*\\

Dinah was waiting for the test results.

“Come onnn, I can’t be with child!” She said when all the pregnancy tests showed

“Nonononononono! IT CAN’T BE!” She screamed and the birds came in.

“Canary?? What’s wrong!” Babs said as Helena grabbed the stick.

“Uh….its positive.” Selina said.

“I KNOW!!” Dinah was panicking. “I CAN’T TAKE CARE OF A BABY!”

“Shhh, Dinah… breath, okay? We will help you,ok? You can take it!” Babs calmed her.

“Yeah” Selina said. “It will be a cute baby. I know she will have a lot of suitors” She grinned.

“OH HUSH!”

//*\\

Even though Canary knew she was pregnant, she couldn’t let her job.

So that’s why she was here, pucking her gut out in front of Harley Quinn.

“Ewwww, whats wrong with you?”

“I-Im fine!” Dinah said.

“Wait, wait!!!!!! Its morning sickness?”

“im not discussing this with you! Let’s just get back to be throwing your ass out of here.” Dinah glared before pucking again.

“HA” Harley snorted.

“You think this is funny?!” Canary glared at the clown.

“I think its hilarious!!” Harley laughed, but bit her lip at the glare of the superheroine. “oh come on! How it’s not funny? You are a superhero with morning sickness!! You save the world and the you throw up! And oh, my god-“

“What” Canary sat on the ground.

“Im picturing you in the third trimester, All fat but still wearing the fishnets” Harley signaled at her belly.

“Stop it!” Dinah said.

“I can’t. That image is seared forever in my brain.” Harley shakes her head.

“Can we please get back to beating each other’s up? Its far less painful.” Dinah said.

“Oh, don’t be stupid. I’m not going to fight you now that I know you’re pregnant….” Harley sat next to Canary and sighed. “I remember how hard it is”

“You remember?” Canary eyes soften.

“huh?” Harley said.

“You remember what?......Harley? Are you…? Did you have a child?” Canary turned to the harlequin, whose expression turned painful.

“Let’s go back to hitting each others, that was fun.”

“Harleen” The clown girl’s face turned away as she wiped the tears.

“I….I have a daughter. Her name is Lucy, she lives with my sister…She’s four and she likes tutus and toy cars. She’s especially likes putting tutus on toy cars, she likes the idea of a ballerina car. I think that makes perfect sense…” Harley smiled sadly hugging herself under the soft eyes of black canary. “Mista J didn’t know about her, I knew that wouldn’t….that he wouldn’t… His work was too important, he couldn’t have a daughter.” Harley eyes closed fiercely, holding the hot aching tears that picked her eyes. “I went away for almost a year. When I came back to my puddin’ he was so funny…. He acted like he didn’t even notice I was gone.” She got up from the ground. “ It wouldn’t have worked, it was better this way…Lucy’s better off. She’ll have a normal life filled with normal day’s and dancing cars.”

That conversation with Harley let Dinah thinking…Did she want her child growing up in this life, always threaten, living on the edge….

But she couldn’t separate from her child….

She loved it too much already.

She put both of her hands on her still flat belly…

“I’m going to protect you, darling.”

///*\\\

Dinah thanked every day that she had the birds to help her.

They covered her up with the league and they also helped with the cravings and all.

She was eating (f/f) when she felt a strong pull on her belly, her hands grabbed the kitchen table hard. A soft moan of pain escaped her lips but after a few seconds, realization hit her in the form of another kick and her hands flew to her tummy.

“Babygirl…” Dinah smiled softly as tears picked her eyes. “My baby”

As tears fell from her eyes, her hands clutched her stomach.

“My baby’s first kick…” She smiled openly.

//*\\

“Omg, Roy that’s horrible.” Babs said

“Excuse you, Lian liked it! Right baby?” Asked Roy with a ugly puffy mustard dress on his hands.

“Ew daddy.” Lian said from Dinah’s arms and Roy had a crestfallen look.

“ If Dick had chosen that dress I would have understand, but you? I thought you were one of the cool kids.” Babs said.

“Hey!” Roy whined.

As they sat down to eat after buying all the needed things, Lian put her little hands on Dinah’s tummy.

“When is baby coming?” She asked.

“Soon” Dinah brushed Lian’s dark bangs. “You will protect her right? You are her big cousin.” Lian smiled, showing her lost tooth

“I promithe!” She grinned.

///*\\\

As Roy escorted Dinah to her apartment with Lian on his arms.

“….” Roy didn’t know what to say, he holds Lian close as Dinah opened her door.

“Thanks Roy, I’m happy you were here.” Dinah smiled.

“I’m happy you trusted me, D” Roy said. “You will be a wonderfull mom, D” Dinah smiled and kissed Roy’s cheek.

“Thank you, and don’t tell Ollie?” She said.

“I won’t” Roy smirked before he and Lian went away.

///*\\\

“Dinah, there are a few weeks until it born, don’t you think you should tell Oliver about it?” Babs asked her.

“No…he’s… Busy right now, and our relationship didn’t end in the best terms last time.” Dinah said.

“Are you feeling okay? You don’t look so well…” Huntress said as Dinah eyes widened and her mouth opened, a wet splash sounded.

“My water broke-“

“WHAT??????!!! OH GOOOOODDD YOU ARE EARLY! OMG OMG! HELENA CALL AN AMBULANCE!” Babs ran to Dinah side to support her. “deep breath, 1,2,1,2” Babs turned to Helena. “ HELENA, THE AMBULANCE!!!!!!!!!!! OH WAIT! THE COSTUMES!!!”

“WHO CARES ABOUT COSTUMES!? IM HAVING MY BABY!” Dinah screamed.

“I’m calling Roy” Babs said. “Helena grab the things! I called backup!” AS Babs said that a car honked outside. Huntress and Oracle helped Dinah down and inside the car, where Dick was driving.

“Hey Dinah! Roy called me! Let’s go!” Dick drove to the hospital like a mad man. When they arrived to the hospital Dick called (more like screamed) for the nurses.

“MY FRIEND BABY IS COOOOOOMIIIIIIIINNNGGGG!!!!” The nurses ran outside to help Dinah in a wheelchair and inside a room.

“Okay Miss Lance, it’s too late for the epidural, so you have to bare with me.” The doctor said. “Look, I can see it’s head. Okay now you have to push, push with me. 1 2 3 push!”

///*\\\

Roy came in in a hurry to see Babs, Helena and Dick sitting in the waiting room.

“Is she-“

“Inside. Lian?”

“With Ollie.” Roy fell on the seat next to Dick and huffed.

“I just hope she doesn’t use the canary’s scream.” Dick smiled.

“…”

“Shit” Roy said.

///*\\\

When the gang entered Dinah’s room they saw her looking down with the most sweet smile. The bundle of joy in her arms whined as Roy approached her.

“Hey D” He looked down the bundle of joy to see a cute chubby face with a bunch of (h/c) and her little fist grabbed his finger. A soft smile came to his lips.

“What’s her name” Dick smiled at Dinah.

“(y/n), (y/n) Lance. “ Dinah smiled at her little babygirl.

“Well, little (y/N), welcome to the Birds of prey!” Babs smiled at the chubby baby.

///*\\\

When Dinah was feeding her little (y/n) Harley came in with a loud bang.

“HAYY! This is the lil’ bundle of joy?! Shes so cute! What’s her name?”

“(y/n)”

“AWWW, lil’ (n/n)!!! I bought you a present!” Harley showed a dog’s muzzle

“QUINN THAT’S A MUZZLE!” Dinah said outraged.

“When she starts super screaming like you, you will thank me. Buuut I guess if you don’t want itttt…..” Harley smirked at the done face of the canary.

“Gimme that!” Dinah grabbed the muzzle as Harley smirked.

“Well,I gotta go! Cute baby and all that jazz! Bu-bay!!” Harley leaved the hospital room as Babs came in.

“Was that-“

“Please leave it be…”

///*\\\

A year after that, You were playing with Lian where you and her were superheroes and had to beat the supervillain (Roy and Dick) under the amused gaze of Babs and Dinah.

“OHH NOOOOESSS, YOU BEAT MEEEE!!!!” Dick fell dramatically like only he knows, to the ground tackled by his favorite girls, Lian and (y/n).

“You will be next, daddy!”

“Ya, Doy next!!” You smiled and the girl’s coed at the cuteness. Babs had taken pics and was sending them to everyone.

“YOU WILL NEVER CATCH ME!!!!” Roy laughed as he was tackled by the young girls. “NOOOOOO!!!!” The two boys laughed as they grabbed the girls and smooched them.

“NAYY, DADDY STOOP!!” Lian laughed as Roy beard tickled her

“Didi ztop!!! “ (y/n) laughed wholeheartedly as Dick smooched her. “mommy!!! Didi won’t ztop!!!”

“Want Uncle Dick ass be kicked by mommy?” Dinah smirked as Dick realized he was in trouble.

“YEZ!” You laughed.

“NOOOOO, BABS PROTECT MEEE!!!” Dick screamed.

“lol” said Babs.

///*\\\

“awwwweeee look at her!!! She’s the cutes thing everrrr!!!!” Harley fangirled as she had dressed (Y/N) in a little black canary. “ like her mommy!!! “

“Seriously Harley? Even the fishnets?” Ivy said to her girlfriend.

“Cute!” you laughed.

“C’mon red, she’s adorable!”

“She is, but we will be late to pick Lucy up from school. Remember we were going to show Lucy and (Y/n) the new botanical garden.”

“Ah, you right red.” Harley smiled warmly as Ivy picked you up.

She finally had the family she always had wanted.

///*\\\

It was time for the league to meet you.

To say you were nervous was nothing compared to Dinah’s nerves.

She carried you inside the meeting room where all the other heroes were and let you down in the ground.

“BABY!!!!” Diana yelled and ran towards you.

“DIANA SHE’S NOT MADE OF CLAY!!!” Batman ran behind her.

“Hey D hey lil bird” Roy said.

“Doy!” You hugged his knee as everyone came to meet you except Oliver, who still was surprised as hell.

Dick carried you off to meet his brothers.

“(y/n) This are my bros! Red Robin!” Tim smiles awkwardly at you. “Red hood!” Jay gets his helmet off and smiles at you.

“Hey, lil canary” You reached for him and he came closer. You messed with his hair and then grabbed his to big for you helmet and put it on your head, making you look ridiculously cute.

“Wait, this deserves a pic!” Jason took various selfies of you two together before you noticed Damian and ran to him, hugging his leg and looking up at him with an enamored look.

“oh , Robin! She likes you!!!” Supergirl says. “That’s so cute!”

“TT” Damian looks down at the cute (h/c) girl hugging his leg and blushes.

Damian end picking her up and carrying her around, with (y/N) smiling openly.

After an hour almost all the league was gone, leaving the confrontation Dinah was afraid off.

“….” Oliver didn’t know what to say to Dinah and the little girl on her arms. “So…a daughter…”

“Yes”

“And…its mine?”

“Also yes.”

“…Can I-Can I hold her?” Dinah hesitated but in the end she passed the sleepy (y/n) to Ollie.

“…” Ollie looked down at your sleepy eyes.

“Mommy…Im sleepy.”

“Hello sleepy” Oliver smiled. “ Im dad”

Dinah facepalmed at the same time Roy did.

“Daddy?” You opened your eyes completely. Looked at your mom that smiled.

“Yes, baby its me.” He hugged you and you hugged him. He laughed and hugged Dinah, kissing her cheek.

“Im still mad, Ollie” Dinah smirked. And Ollie pouted.

///*\\\

In the end, Dinah and Oliver carried you to your provisional room in Queen Manor, they kissed your forehead and you mumbled.

“Mommy, Daddy…can I go play with robin again??” You asked sweetly. Ollies face turned red in anger and Dinah sweetly kissed your hair.

“Of course, baby! Now sleep” Dinah dragged Oliver out.

And when they were in a safe distance…

“LIKE HELL MY BABYGIRL IS GOING TO DATE THAT DEMON CHILD SON OF THE BAT!!!!!” Ollie yelled under the amused look of Dinah.

“Of course not, Ollie…of course”

Bonus!

Damian sneezed as his bros looked at him amused.

“Someone is talking about you” Jay smirked.

“Probably bad, because you are a demon.” Tim smirked

“TT.” Damian leaved the room to pet Batcow.

Bonus! X2

In the end they did date.

The end?

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northeasternwind · 7 years ago

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part two!!

rey :c

THERE ARE WOMEN OTHER THAN LEIA

oh my god she likes chewie does he like her back (i assume no)

ARE WE EVER GOING TO FUCKING HIDE THI S DROID

yikes vader isn’t looking good these days. like i know he died but jeez.

THE DAAAARK SIDE

i like this woman

YES HE WANNA RUN!! HE FRIGHTEN!!! PROTEC

REYYYYY SHE WANNA STAY WITH FINN.....

im so sad han is so nice oh my god

BRING THAT DUDE TO THE FORMADINE RIFT

OH BABIE....... BABIE...... PROTEC.....

he is... so frigthen..... he is adult. i will stop calling him babie.

reyyyyy noooooo

fren is smol an careful

is she using her magic force powers

IT IS S W O R D

TAKE THE SWORD!!

sof....

scott manley once did a video on how many twinkies it would take to power a deathstar

maz: IT’S GONNA CATCH UP TO YOU MY SMOL FREND

i do not like this angry hux man. he yells THAT SALUTE WASN’T EVEN SUBTLE

:c.........................................................

oh.... fren.... they follow......

LOOK AT THOSE FUCKERS FLYING

OH MY FUCKING GOD

finn is like Yes. I Will Find Rey. he adult and i believe in him

ben u fuk. water u doin

HE CAN USE THE SWORD!! THE LIGHTSABER!! HE PROVEN FORCE

it’s him!!! it’s spinny-weapon stormtrooper dude!!!

POOOOEEEE!!

get ur mcfukin lightsaber YEEEEEE

that is poe!! he good

rey :c it ok someone coming back for u

JUTS RUN !!!

you have heard nothing u ugly loser. you only know she’s a girl. what else have you heard

its ur boy!! its benny!!!

POOR FUCKING FINN HE JUST KEEPS LOSING PEOPLE

smol fren juts like I GO BACK

ITS HER

IT’S LEIA

IT’S HER

THERE SHE IS

beeps loudly!!! beep!!!

IT’S NICE HAIR JAN

give me carrie back. she’s ours. 2016 can ghet its grubby paws off her

I WANT FINN TO FIND POE AND BE HAPP

Y7E4AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

I’M SO HAPPY THEY’RE TOFETHER AGAIN I MCFUCKING

I’M SO HAPPY THEY’RE TOGETHER AND FRAND

CHEWIE LMFAO

bahaha liea... please... .....i have no idea what han solo has ever done

FREN BEEP AT BIGGER FREN!!!

OH..................... HE MISS LUKE........................................ NO...............

I AM GLAD LEIA KNOWS HOW TO RECOGNIZE

i know he isn’t going to succeed at taking ben back lol he ded

like, well yes i want to kill you i want to defend myself u fuk

okay listen. listen. i am. i am trying. so hard. not to equate ugliness with evil.

i am trying.

..............BUT IT’S HARD SOMETIMES. PLEASE HELP ME.

LMFAO IS SHE READING HIS MIND

darth vader is already stronger than you fuck

why did snoke need to fucking project himself so big. that was unnecessary.

LMFAO OH MY GOD REY

THAT STORMTROOPER IS THE REAL MVP

it’s been zero days since our last kylo ren-related nonsense

you leave that star alone you fucks

take the ding dang sun

I TOO LIKE THIS GUY

finn is such a good guy. he deserves

i can’t believe the story happened backwards and leia is dead and han solo is still alive. ...not that i want harrison ford to die but i mean. bring carrie back

LMFAO THIS IS EXACTLY LIKE ELITE DANGEROUS

JUST FUCKING SMASH INTO THE PLANET AT LIGHT SPEED WHO GIVES A FUCK. PUT SOME SHIELDS ON THAT SHIT,

he sense the papa

i’m cry he just came back for rey

phasmaaaaaaaKLAJSDHALSKJGFHALJSHDGFKAJHSDGF can she get a redemption arc

i shake when i play hide and seek i could not handle rey’s situation right now

PUT HER IN THE TRASH!!!!

i hope finnTHERE SHE ISi hope bombing that thing does something

OH MY GOD I’MSO HAPPY SHE HUG SHE IS HAPPY

they came backf or yher

nyoooom!! nyoooom!!

why does han take that fucking jacket off in every single scene

oh han solo dies here i feel like. i remember he gets thrown

ben does a grumpy walk

Where Is Pa

:c he wanna his boi

u gonna dieeee wow that’s a dramatic shot

come see your mama :c

ben u fuk.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LEIA FELT IT THAT’S SO SAD????????????

THAT’S SO MUCH SADD

KAJSDHALKSJDHLKJAHS CHEWIE GOOD GUY

GOOD GUY CHEWIE

you can do it finn!! YOU CAN DO IT FINN!!!

its not gonna come you fuck.

YESSSSS

of course the ayy lmao dies first

useless combat rolls

someone mentioned rey keeps using thrusting attacks with a slashing weapon she is too quarterstaff

the force is with youuuuuu

CLIKCLICLICLICLICLICLIC TURN HIS LIGHTSABER OFF

she is STRONKER THAN U

grab finn and gO

you live to fight another day ben

geez, this is a good movie

CHEWIIIIEEEE

just blow up the planet. just blow the whole thing up. bring that senator a planet, senators love planets

oh leia D:

HTEY SNAGGLE THEY HUG...!!! THEY KNOW

lmfao rey is So Tall. statuesque jedi

smol fren like YEI!!!

LMFAO

THEY BEEPS.... THEY BEEPS....

BEEPS HAPPILY

WE CAN FIND THE BOI

rey :c

SMOOCH!!! WHAT A GOOD

fiinn is good and deserve

yeee she have The Stick

can she get a Lightstick

like instead of a saber

juts a stick

beebeeps

i can’t believe rey has her own ship now...........................

someone is definitely going to follow them in the next movie “:c

chewie growling faintly

those stairs look terrifying. where is the railing i’m afraid of heights

NOW WE WAIT FOR THE LAST JEDI YAAAAAY

#liveblog

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belfromhell · 7 years ago

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@flying-toes and @leslipigeonoficial tagged me on this. Why am I doing it? I truly don’t know, but I love their blogs (go and follow them, now!) so I’ll do it with a smile on my face. (Btw sorry if there’s grammatical mistakes, english isn’t my first language).

Ps: @flying-toes is the one of the best persons I’ve met in this page, she’s so funny and sweet all the time! Ilysm girl, thanks for listening and care, ¡te adoro, eres genial!

rules: answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people.

I tag: @rubbersoles19 @fandom-weirdness-for-life @punk-rock-princess-626 @xjustahoneymoon @astronautswife @honeybun-holland @gweniings @mermaid-with-flowers-in-her-hair @s-sun-kissed @petersyoink @havikenhayes @pocketandheart @flylikeajetpack @lawryn-w @allisondra @danceratthestillpoint @tomhollandhollaatme @cassieandra0721 @dorkiustothemax @thebreenutgallery

I love lots of blogs but my memory is just shit so I’ll tag my last 20 followers instead.

the last

1. drink: a very strong lemonade. Basically a lot of lemon juice, a tiny bit of water and almost no sugar. LIKE THE REAL MACHOS.

2. phone call: My mom? I wanted to know how make chicken soup but we ended talking about my new neighbor and her annoying chihuahua. Never got my soup, though.

3. text message: a friend. She’s with her boyfriend’s family so basically she’s having a mental breackdown cause the mom of the boy hates her, lmao.

4. song you listened to: OMG NOOOO HAHAH. “Abrázame muy fuerte” by Juan Gabriel (we miss you mi amor :c).

5. time you cried: last night? I’ll be honest with you guys, I was reading a very emotional fanfic, it’s just science. I couldn’t help it.

6. dated someone twice: My ex, I think. Idk, I’ll date him again soon probably. I’ll use him to get free food and a Netflix account >:v

7. kissed someone and regretted it: LAST MONTH AND SHE’S MY EX LMAO. What can I say? She’s very nice and persuasive o-o

8. been cheated on: Never.

9. lost someone special: My great-grandmother passed away five years ago. I haven’t lost someone special since her, thank God.

10. been depressed: My life consist on been depressed and and angry 24/7

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: Last week. I FINALLY GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL FUCKERS. (By fuckers I mean my teachers, I love you all okay?)

3 favourite colours

12. Black

13. Blue

14. Red

in the last year have you

15. made new friends: Yep. Some thanks to other friends, some others thanks to my habit of losing important stuff.

16. fallen out of love: No, I still love the same guy, so ???

17. laughed until you cried: Yesterday, my friend’s mother put INTENTIONALLY soap in his eyes.

18. found out someone was talking about you: YES, I WAS WAITING FOR THIS QUESTION. Last month, some girl was talking shit about my whole classroom, just because we are genious and her classmates are total toddlers. It was graduation practice, AND MY PALS AND I WERE CONGRATULATED, NOT YOU SMOL LIL SHIT.

19. met someone who changed you: I’m always making friends. On web sites, on the street, everywere, so I’m always changing cause all of them teach me something everyday, even if they are just being themselves. Watch and learn.

20. found out who your friends are: I’ll just say yes while I keep my eyes shut to avoid cry.

21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: yeah, me and my friends still play 7 Minutes in Heaven, so imagine how that turns out.

general

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I’ve had the same Facebook account for five or six years now, and I’ve being in lots of fandoms. So, to make it short maybe I know five hundred of the three thousand? My school was really big and I’m just a sucker for friends and new people.

23. do you have any pets: Nop, my last pet was a cat called Noah but she run away. But I have lots of plants, does they count?

24. do you want to change your name: Nop, I’m Karla Belén and that’s how family calls me, but other people call me just Karla or Belén or derivations of those two. My closest friends call me Kiwi or Kabe. My teachers used my last name and all my doctors call me Belito. I love my name cause some people has take their valious time to make nicknames or they call me in a certain way cause maybe a thing I’ve made reminds them of something specific and I’m okay with that, so no, I don’t want to change my name.

25. what did you do for your last birthday: I was at my uncle’s house, the whole day we traveled with my parents to the capital, and when we arrived my aunt had cooked fried chicken. It was very simple but my dad let me drive a little bit and my mom was in a good mood, so it was really cute.

26. what time did you wake up: I stay till one am reading fanfics, so I usually wake at ten or eleven am.

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Talking with @flying-toes about my horrible life decisions.

28. name something you can’t wait for: Start college on September, if they answer my call this Monday. The rest of the MCU movies. Dinner.

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: Five minutes ago? She’s staying with me this days, but nah I don’t care really.

31. what are you listening to right now: I’m watching Parks and Recreation actually, so I’m listening to their voices?

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: Yes, my friend’s brother is called Tomás, but we call him Tom cause Tomás sounds really pretentious.

33. something that is getting on your nerves: My family, the college applications THAT HAVEN’T BEEN ANSWERED, not having money to waste in shits and stuff.

34. most visited website: AO3, Instagram, and Tumblr.

35. hair color: Black.

36. long or short hair: Both, I like long hair to make braids but I like short hair cause is easy to comb. Now I have it long but that may change next week if I feel like it.

37. do you have a crush on someone: TOM HOLLAND’S GOT MY HEART AND MY SOUL AT THE MOMENT.

38. what do you like about yourself: I’m determined, I like to think that we should all be aware that we are part of a larger project and we must do something about it, but something good, something that helps the rest and make the stay in the planet more enjoyable. I am committed and fight a lot for world problems. I go out to protests and stuff, but I hope to be a politician someday to work for people who are forgotten by people with power.

39. piercings: Nope, just normal earrings holes.

40. blood type: I truly don't know, I think I’m O-, or some weird thing cause the only time i’ve need blood we had to look for a donator cause my family isn't compatible.

41. nickname: Kiwi, Kabe, Belu, Belito, Flaca, Nena.

42. relationship status: Trying to return with my ex but failing.

43. zodiac: Capricorn.

44. pronouns: “she” “her”.

45. favourite tv show: Parks and Recreation, maybe.

46. tattoos: A little moon on my right hip.

47. right or left handed: right.

48. surgery: twice.

50. sport: HA! Noooooo.

51. vacation: My grandparents house is my perfect vacation place.

52. pair of trainers: Converse or Vans? I don’t care about shoes, honestly.

GENERAL

53. eating: I eat everything except for sardines.

54. drinking: I drink everyting.

55. I’m about to: Read some Spideychelle fics?

56. waiting for: UPDATES OF MY FAVORITE FICS. And the damn college card.

57. want: Love.

58. get married: I’m still a baby, but I really want to get married someday.

59. career: I just graduated high school, soy un Bachiller de la República del Ecuador :D, but I want to be a lawyer.

WHICH IS BETTER

60. hugs or kisses: Hugs.

61. lips or eyes: Eyes.

62. shorter or taller: I don’t care, but I prefer taller people cause I’m a little tall and people is dumb about it.

63. older or younger: I don’t care x2. Age it’s just a number, I’m still pretty inmature but I’ve know people of my age that is very responsible and older people that needs to get back to their parents house.

64. nice arms or nice stomach: Nice heart? I like a nice body, but I don’t care x3 about aparience. If something or someone is cute, I like them. If they have fit bodies is cool, and is also cool if they don’t.

65. hookup or relationship: Relationship.

66. troublemaker or hesitant: TROUBLEMAKER AS FUUUUUCK. I have some strong opinios about delicate stuff and usually I get into trouble defending it.

HAVE YOU EVER:

67. kissed a stranger: Yeah, drunk or high.

68. drank hard liquor: Yeah, since I was fifteen probably.

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: Never, I can’t live without my glasses so I never leave them, at any moment.

70. turned someone down: Never.

71. sex on the first date: Never x2.

73. had your heart broken:It’s still broken but I'm pretending I'm fine reading lots of fanfics and going to the dentist.

74. been arrested: Once but I escaped before they called my parents or asked my name. I’m not proud of it but well...

75. cried when someone died: Yeah.

76. fallen for a friend: Yeah :(((

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

77. yourself: Sometimes, when I’m sure that things will go okay, and if I’m not I just stay positive.

78. miracles: I don’t know, I’m not a religious person. But I think that sometimes things are meant to be and happens in weird ways that can be considered as miracles.

79. love at first sight: No, that’s bullshit.

80. santa claus: Nop, here in Ecuador we don’t believe in that. It’s something that foreign brought like a comercial thing.

81. kiss on the first date: It deppends.

82. angels: Maybe.

OTHER:

84. eye colour: Dark brown.

85. favourite movie: El 49. In 1949 a earthquake shake and destroyed my city. Help was sent from all the country and from close countries but it never came. People with power taked those things and made total empires using all the provitions. But my city didn’t give up. People that lost everyting worked harder that ever and the next year the city was reconstructed and since that year we celebrate on February the FFF (Fiesta de las Flores y de las Frutas) that means Flower and Fruit Festival. I love that movie cause reflects all the pain of those poor citizens but the determination of the ambateños (My city is called Ambato, do the math).

IF YOU GOT TO THE END YOU HAVE A LOT OF FREE TIME. THANKS FOR READING! If you think we have something in common you should send me a message. I’am always willing to talk or listen.

#random

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inappropriatefangirlneeds · 8 years ago

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Gotham s3ep21ep22 “Destiny Calling” “HeavyDirtySoul” Personal Review

“Are you my saviours, the ones to set me free? “

Warning spoilers below

“I know who I am” “Listen, whatever they did to him, that is Bruce Wayne in there. That boy is stronger than you can possibly imagine. I just need to make him remember who he is.” ALFRED PENNYWORTH tries to reach BRUCE WAYNE. They could visit Switzerland again. “Stop it. Your attempts to elicit an emotional response by reminding me of shared memories is clumsy and pathetic.” Alfred killed the best friend and teacher he ever had. Alfred points out the whole kidnapping and lying business. Manipulation it was. But the guy took away pain and gave revenge, more than Alfred ever did. The Court does not matter; they only paved the way for someone. “You´ll see” Bruce wants Alfred to go. He knows who he is, he has a destiny. None of it is real Alfred says. The vengeance for the murder is Bruce says. Family story time. “There is no life, no love without pain” Alfred is a teary eyes cinnamon roll “Come back to me” He leaves Bruce to think and save the GCPD in the meantime. LUCIUS FOX helps. (( New ship ? )) Meanwhile Bruce escaped. He wanders through the city, seeing what he caused. “He's following directions or something. I've got to find out who's controlling him, who's brainwashed him.” “And then what?” “I'm gonna kill the bastard” Bruce still hears the fulfil your destiny voice. It´s a dragons head. There´s hooded fighters pointing the way. It´s green, it´s round. “I would not touch that Bruce” The task is fulfilled. RA´S AL GUHL. Motives are questioned. “Then know that I have been alive more years than you can imagine.That I have seen and done things that would shake the core of everything you believe. That I'm thought to be a demon a saint a ghost. But for all my years, all my travels, there is one thing that I have never found: a true heir. But I need to know if you're ready” Bruce would have done what was necessary if it weren’t for Alfred´s distraction. There is a new chance for him to complete the journey. Alfred is his past not his future. “Kill him, Join me, Fulfil your destiny.” Alfred has another destiny for him. More memory stories. “And at that moment, I decided that I would do anything for you. Anything. So, if this is what you need to do, Master Bruce, you crack on.” He does. RA´S is impressed that he broke through the conditioning. He is not controlled anyone he will not be heir. Yet Ra´s claims his strength only confirmed the prophecy. “Use the waters” Their time will come. Alfred lives.

“Flames of hedonism” Gotham is a mess, the trains burn people do what they want. (( Seems the Virus managed to do much more than Jerome )) JIM GORDON is having a mirror moment at the GCPD, (( just like Ed )) HARVEY BULLOCK wants Jim´s gun, not his badge. He still needs his help with this mess. Virus!Jim gives it to Harvey. LEE is waiting for him to give in to the Virus. We get to know that HUGO STRANGE was working on an antidote but Alfred let him go. “Yes I blame it on the butler”. Strange is a weasel, they got to catch him before he leaves town. LUCIUS FOX is worried, he explains that Strange´s virus version is accelerated (( Thanks that was an overdue clarification )) which makes Harvey´s argument of having Jim run free because Barnes was fine with the virus quite long a flat one. “Oh, no” FISH MOONEY is faster than Jim and catches Strange. “The fun has just begun” She thought they were friends, she says but Strange points out when the Court calls you abandon them. It´s fine for Fish she needs some horror. She want what if left of the virus. She wants the army he promised her. “You will give me the virus, you will make me the army you promised, you will do everything I say until this city is in the palm of my hand.” (( The soundtrack is lovely )) Jim got his gun back, “just don´t shoot any bystanders or me, especially me” Harvey says. They find FISH & STRANGE “Fish, I know in your own sick way, you love this city, and Gotham is bleeding to death. We need this dirtbag to fix it.” “Enough talking. Hand him over.” VirusJim is impatient. Strange notices the Virus. Even Fish is intrigued what it is like. It´s taking all his willpower to not kill her. Fish starts to be worried about the antidote. Is Hugo the only one who can stop this? FREEZE interrupts, Fish has backup!

“This city under my Thumb” EDWARD NYGMA watches the chaos through a window and is deliciously pretentious. “As the flames of hedonism licked the very foundation of its society Nero played and sang The Destruction of Troy.” The Court has style he has to admit. BARBARA KEAN sees the perfect time to consolidate power but Ed has no interest in power he just wants to kill Penguin. Barbara is not ready to fight Fish. Ed needs muscle but she does not want to help him because he robbed her off an opportunity of a life time. Unless he uses this “big beautiful big brain of his” to finally get the city under her control afterwards she will help him with Oswald.

“Killer” LESLIE THOMPKINS calls JIM GORDON from his home. She knows how he feels. All that rushing blood and fast beating heart. Jim “cares” about her safety, she needs to turn herself in. Jim is free now she says and he should not fight but Jim did not want to be with her like this. “This is the only way, Jim. Just listen to the whispers. They´ll lead you to me. Tell you who you are” (( Lee pours a drink while talking to Jim that´s a really subtle but nice visual being added to the talk about submitting to your demons )) “Killer” They say about Jim. Later LEE shows up in the SIRENS club and interrupts some treachery. BUTCH GILZEAN wants him and TABITHA GALAVAN to take advantage of the situation. Fish might take care of Edward and Barbara but Tabs is not ready. Lee is there for fun. Fun includes insulting Butch. When hitting him the other people leave. (( Wohoa what a weak crowd back in Mooney´s and Oswald´s people would not let a little murder disturb their evening )) Lee is here for Barbara. Fun includes insulting Tabitha, Baraba´s sidekick as well. Lee wants to murder Babs.

“Naturally I had to have it” Back at the FishSquadHeadquarters : BRIDGIT FIREFLY PYKE and MR. FREEZE have a little fun with Hugo Strange. (( That´s satisfying )) Each one gets a foot whoever goes above the ankle loses. OSWALD COBBLEPOT interrupts. His children are angry with him. “You made them what they are and then abandoned them.” (( FrankensteeeinMotive Ahoi )) Oswald tried to kill Mooney, but surprisingly she forgave him. She´s not the old one. She´s got a vision for Gotham, one where “Freaks” are in charge. Hugo can help. The Antidote is the most valuable thing right now they can demand half of Gotham. Strange does not give up the location for self preservation reasons. “You can torture me all you want” (( Mistake )) Hugo tries to claim what he did with Oswald was therapy but Oswald got the same device. Payback time. (( Hugo´s face is priceless, This is really satisfying )) Oswald describes what it felt like and the aftermath. (( This is heartbreaking )) “I´ll tell you anything” he suddenly says but that´s not all this is about for Oswald. Switch goes on. Later: FishSquad is looking for the antidote. “This place gives me the creeps.” “I like it.” (( Oh I actually like that they do the Fire Vs Ice thing )) Diluted there is enough to cure every infected person in Gotham. Fish wants to rule with Oswald, but first Ed has to die. “Oh he will and all those who stand in our way.” There is people.”Who are they?” “Don´t look at me, I don´t know” Strange says. The Antidote is wanted. JIM & HARVEY show up to the party. (( okay they had better choreographed fights .. )) Jim kills Fish Mooney “You damn fool” (( Noooooo wtf )) Oswald is done. “Make this city yours or you burn it to the ground”, Fish tells him. “People call me a monster. You, Jim Gordon, you're the mons (gagging) You're right. I am a monster.” Oswald accuses Jim who chokes him. Harvey knocks out Jim. (( And robs me of a conflict I´d liked to have seen happen) ) Harvey arrests everyone and want´s Strange to cook more antidote. He just needs one thing.

Next Move: BabsSquad kidnap JERVIS TETCH. “According to my sources, Fish Mooney and the GCPD are scrambling to recover the antidote to this virus. But Fish is dead. And Hugo Strange, who designed the antidote, is setting up a lab in the GCPD, but they are missing one very, very important element. So, yes, I am sure that this bozo is the key to controlling Gotham.” “Are you my saviours, are you the ones to set me free.” Nope. “Let´s make Gotham beg” ___________________________________________

“The city's sacrificial lamb” JIM GORDON and HARVEY are after JERVIS TETCH as well. They got no moves. Barbara & Edward handed the mayor a wish list that would bankrupt the city. Jim wants to use OSWALD. Harvey is not in with this. “Because we don't have the authority to broker some kind of secret deal behind the city's back. Much less one that leads to the imminent death of its former mayor” (( Sudden spark of responsibility in Harvey, after all his talk about Oswald and his Strange & Butler strategy this feels like it´s only happening because they need someone to take the other Side, the not Jim side)) Edward would betray Barbara for getting his hands on Oswald. (( Gotham more like Gossip , everyone seems to know everything in that mess )) “I don´t have much time Harvey, it´s now or never” One of these days he´s gonna say never. BabsSquad. The club is not buzzing. Jim calls Edward. BUTCH riles up TABITHA they gotta murder, Tabitha wants to wait for the payment for Tetch. “She does not deserve you´re loyalty”, he says. “Where is Ed?” Tetch is gone. Barbara is throwing a tantrum. She blames Tabitha and Butch. Despite her being the one trusting Edward. HARVEY & JIM drag along OSWALD, they are so kind to explain why. “It's a small price to pay for saving the city.” “Yeah, for you. For me, it's a very large price!” (( There is a small attempt of Oswald´s okay Jim listen this is not good for the city, Ed can´t be trusted this is risky routine )) High stake hostage swap, what could possibly be wrong?! A little dignity Oswald wants the cuffs off his hands. EDWARD is happy.“My three favorite men. Don't feel bad, Oswald. Your death at my hands was inevitable.” (( I miss Zsasz! )) It´s a green grenade. Precaution. Barbara shows up. She has people inside the GCPD on her pay roll. Grenade! Babs gets Tabs and Butch on track to care about Tetch who escapes with Jim & Harvey. Barbara has some words about Jim and Lee. Jim has to decide if he should fight the Virus or utilize it. Tetch talks him into doing it. (( Mistake )) They only need a part of Jervis. His blood. “What you never seen a Mason Jar filled with blood before” Back to work, make an antidote!

“Prepare for one massive Tantrum” EDWARD NYGMA wakes up in OSWALD COBBLEPOT´s stolen car. He´s improvising. “I imagine you're planning on dragging this out.” “There are so few moments of pure joy in one's life, I feel compelled to savor this one.” “You mean gloat?” “Yes, I do.” “It was always one of your least attractive qualities, Oswald.” “It's killing you, isn't it? What? To know that you are not as smart as you think you are. All of that planning to drive me crazy, strip me of everything I had, revealing yourself with a "ta-da," and shooting me by the river.” “That plan was perfect and you know it.” “You failed.” Mistakes, Feeding Ego, base emotions driving him will make him fail. Hate, anger, fear, love. “You want to know why I could never love someone like you, Oswald?” “I'm warning you.” “Because you are a spoiled child who throws a tantrum any time he doesn't get what he wants! Especially when what he wants doesn't want him back.” (( Ed you´re describing yourself )) Ed got out of the handcuffs. No Oswald screams it was his turn. He will always fail because he does not change. But he knows who he is Oswald says! Edward´s entire persona is based on a lie, he can´t change it. Oswald is on the docks. Again. “This feels really great” “Glad I could help” No last words. Edward is irritated by Oswald not acknowledging that he´s going to be killed, like now and forever. (( This is almost as good as Jim angering villains on the phone .. just 200% sadder )) Gun is empty. Oswald has the bullets. Removed them before calling his army. (( Like Sal Maroni did to him )) The Tie Pin was personal! It was planning and luck. “Fortune favours the bold” “I know you Ed I may be driven by my emotions, but you are driven by something much more predictable: a desperate, compulsive need to complete what you've started in exacting fashion.” “Why didn't you just kill me, Oswald?” “You were the one time I let love weaken me, and I want you around as a constant reminder to never make that mistake again” MR. FREEZE freezes Edward. Oswald has a logo for the new club. There is flowers next to it! “What are we gonna call it” IVY PEPPER says (( and Oswald does not correct her. )) THE ICEBERG LOUNGE. Because Penguin and Frozen!Ed

“I don´t know who I am, Alfred” BRUCE WAYNE brings ALFRED PENNYWORTH to the hospital. They are “family”. SELINA KYLE is at the hospital, she heard about Alfred. (( Whoa can you see Alfred do that for her, I guess not )) Bruce is mad, she would not understand. “Because you don't believe in anyone or anything but yourself.” She survives, unlike Bruce she knows who she is. There is talk again about her not caring about anyone. They part. Bruce talks to Alfred, he needs to fight. Alfred wakes. Alfred takes the question of fault of him. Bruce does not deny or verify it. He just got is identity crisis. “Who am I supposed to be?” Alfred always was so sure of who he is, but Alfred says even he has through some dark places. Bruce will find his path, Alfred will guide him. Alfred found his path in Bruce, something he really cares about and protects at all cost”, this is the way to never be lost again. Gotham. It´s gonna be Gotham. It indeed is. We see Bruce stop some robbery. He´s on a roof. (( Quite like Penguin declaring King of Gotham ))

“Whispering like teenagers” TETCH is gone. Barbara is running to the safe house the others better do everything she tells them to! Butch points out Babs broke every promise she ever made. Tabitha is with him. BARBARA KEAN figured out BUTCH GILZEAN would come against her She confronts him. Butch claims it was just him. Tabitha made Barbara better he claims. Barbara shoots Butch. But does not kill him he is in the hospital and we got to know he got another name. TABITHA GALAVAN is at the safe house, there is a box with Butch´s hand. Barba got a question. Loyalty. What does it matter. For arguments sake, can they move forward. Honesty is needed. Things don´t look good. There is a fight. “How many times have I told you not to bring a whip to a gunfight” Yet Barbara gets electrocuted. SELINA KYLE looks for Barbara. TABITHA tells her she won´t come back. Selina is not sure what she wants just more, she is tired of surviving. Tabitha is at a crossroads herself. Food! (( They bond over food and )) Whips! Selina is good at it.

“To our great adventure” LESLIE THOMKINS calls JIM GORDON again, she is leaving Gotham and wants Jim to come with him. “I want you with me, but I want the real you” She can´t there are checkpoints, Jim says. Lee claims Jim wants it as well, they could be together without secrets and judgment. Don´t they deserve that?! She does not want to lose him again. They work on the antidote and have some progress. Jim got to get to Lee and hopes that the antidote is ready. He needs to doses but only one is ready. There is no enough time Jim says and leaves. “I want you and all your darkness. Give in. Give in to your darkness. Be free.” Antidote gets smashed. Lee & Jim get out of the city, HARVEY BULLOCK runs through the crowd (( an is adorable, an adorable loveably contrast to Jim and Lee´s new slaying aesthetic )) He´s trying to stop them Lee says. Jim and Harvey have a “this isn´t you” talk. Jim makes it a fight. “This is who I am, who I´ve always been” There always has been and there still is a choice. “You´re the best cop I ever worked with, the best friend I ever had” Go save Lee. Jim looks at his badge: The antidote is on it. Jim uses it on Lee and himself. (( No more sunglasses, I´m sad)) There is a note from Lee. She leaves. “I finally understand Gotham in a way I suspect you always have. It's a place where the strongest and most cunning rule where the cost of survival is paid for by others and everyone feels alone. Having the virus showed me the city as it truly was. As I truly was. But if having the virus allowed Gotham to embrace its worst self, the cure should remind us there is always hope. A chance to remember who we can be rather than who we are. I don't know if Gotham deserves saving, but I do know one thing. If anyone can save it it's you. And in return, I believe it can save you as well. And then maybe one day, it will send you back to me. Until then, love always Lee.” HARVEY BULLOCK is still there “I felt like a freaking cartoon”. Lee is gone Jim tells him, He will be okay. (( Haven´t we been there )) Jim want´s back to old fashioned police work, nothing fancy. ______________________________________

>> Set the Jim clocks back to Zero ?! Finally Jim is spoken free of his crimes again, and got his mission renewed “Save Gotham” and he is right back at it again. Jim is stuck in one massive loop! Lee leaves him and Gotham again but this time it does not seem to cause crisis with Jim (Love or Mission) this time Lee nails him to Gotham reassuring him in his IDENTITY. The thing Jim always knew, he gotta save the city. That´s who he is, that´s his mission. Set back everything to Season 1, we even get teased with seeing Jim in some old fashioned police work. Doubts & Development be Damed!? I´m the first one to call bullshit on most of Lee´s accusations against Jim but that, that feels a bit flat. We have had that little moment of Jim doing the RIGHT but not awful thing VS Harvey at least arguing a bit about the LAW again but this point almost faded into irrelevance. >>> And on a side note this annoys me to no end. AKA WHY VIRUS!LEE IS A LOSS They could have had almost the same effect if they would have just skipped the VirusLee nonsense. Lee could have gone to Jervis hear him claiming she is to blame for his action and as the intelligent person she is call bullshit on that. She could maybe notice and reflect on how she was blaming herself all along and how she might have loaded that unto Jim but then the BoyScoutClub lets her in. They trust her with the Court, it´s only logic since she declared she´d investigate and thus cause them some trouble, why not just avoid that. When Lucius is asked to work on the virus and find some help he of course goes to Lee and they work together. Lee gets more insight in what Jim has to deal with and changes her opinion. She sees that despite the things going wrong, the liberties Jim grants himself, he means well and he actually often does well. >> That way you could not only have the same effect of Jim getting reassured in identity & mission you also get another great, daring and clever member for the Law Squad, which is to be honest is terribly lacking a woman.Still!

>>> Will the real Jim Gordon please stand up?! Both Strange & Jervis immediately notice that Jim is infected. “Here he is the real James Gordon, nice to meet you at last” (Fish Mooney) “You, Jim Gordon, you´re the monster” (Oswald Cobblepot) “I wonder what they're saying. That you like hurting people, killing people?” (Leslie Thompkins) “You thinking about ripping anyone's head off, Jim? I bet you are” (Barbara Kean) “A chance to remember who we can be rather than who we are.” (Leslie Thompkins) I hate this “real” talk. Like I´m convinced we are who we decide to be when we have the chance to actually make decisions. Despite obviously harbouring the wish to wreak chaos and havoc most citizens decided day for day to not do that. That´s who they are! Jim trying to fight the virus to help people imho tells so much more about him. “This is not you” (Harvey Bullock) “There is always a choice” (Bullock & Tabitha)

>> Couples and Identity Issues. Today : A new chapter of its ourselves and others who define us and do we need a mission/destiny/ purpose? * Bruce & Selina (Alfred) Selina repeatedly gets painted as the person not caring about anyone than herself. She claims so when talking to Bridgit (No1) and some other times but her actions always speak otherwise. Alfred fails to see this, and now Bruce does not honor either that she showed up in the hospital and that she cares. Selina always had a strong grasp on her identity that was both shaped by her self preservation and her kindness. The people claiming she is not a kind person will develop in a self fulfilling prophecy. Meanwhile Bruce has gone from two very distinct identities both shaped by others. Alfred manages to help him to break through manipulation and condition through having him live through his lowest point. Bruce admits not knowing who he is. Alfred is past his identity issues he found something to care about this leads his way. *Lee & Jim (Harvey) As much as Alfred believed in Bruce, Harvey believes in Jim. He keeps reminding him to fight the influence of the Virus. Even with this Jim seems to be his former self just more reckless than usual. Lee after the cure goes through a change. She let´s go. Not completely she still keeps her love in the room but she leaves it and shuts the door behind it. Giving Jim reassurance in his mission and identity on the way out. Her having understood things talk seems she found some peace as well. * Oswald & Edward Edward claims Oswald not changing is a mistake but Oswald points out that Edwards change is based on nothing but lies. The thing I admire most about Oswald is that he always had a strong grasp on who he is, even in the unfavourable misguided episodes he is wallowing in the issues of his biography and somehow this is getting him a step further, again. The Riddler needed Oswald and now Oswald keeps Edward around to remind him of a new part of him. Love is dangerous, do not repeat. But Oswald is doing this on his own terms, he is aware of the connection he still has to Edward, while Edward, despite his repeated cry for Oswald to call him The Riddler is trying to deny this and keeps trying to break the bond, to kill Oswald and his influence, but that´s not how it works. * Barbara & Tabitha Barba does not seem to recognize how she did wrong by Tabitha, was killing Edward really that important to her? Their relationship is a failed one, there is still emotion in the room when they both try to find out their loyalties but contrary to SELINA who´s actions keep being overseen Tabitha´s and Barbara´s deeds and actions do matter and are recognized in a way that there is no looking past them. Butch even reminds Barbara that her trying to give herself a powerful identity can only be a thing that lacks something if she forgets the influence of others. Tabitha built her even more as she is trying to do so now Butch claims. “It's because for all your tough talk, you miss her. You miss her loyalty, her strength. She made you better, and you know it. And you sacrificed that, for what? Play queen for a day? Pathetic.” Seems Tabitha will not only have to find a way for herself after loosing once more about everyone close but seems she will help in building another persons identity along the way. *Completely New Identity: Butch got another name. Who is Sony Gilzean then How does “Butch” fit in into all this. And why do I just not care.

>> There is a war/chaos actually happening. Other than the often proclaimed “There is a war coming” from Season 1 we now really see the City in chaos. Even skyscrapers are burning. This seems to be a greater scale than the Jerome chaos and a much greater thing than the mob war Oswald orchestrated. S1 War was Oswald trying to disrupt the established power to specifically get him on top. This time it´s the established Power that creates the chaos and gets swallowed along the way. The real authority behind the Court not yet quite appearing there is a void left and a window of opportunity plenty of people want to use for their own benefits. Fish, Barbara, Butch and a bit Tabitha try to rise in power. Lee is following her love story. Harvey, Jim and Fox try to cure the city. For everyone a necessary tool is THE ANTIDOTE: To get that you can either follow the Jervis Tetch or Hugo Strange route. It´s a bit like that one Pirates of the Caribbean movie ..

>>>>> It´s Old Ties, New Ties & Revenge & Parallels everywhere flying around in the air like crazy. (With the one and only exception of poor still unexplained IsabellA)

* There is a lovely “maybe our enemies define us” moment with OSWALD. Just like Sal Maroni removed the bullets form the gun in the cabin he pulled the same trick on Edward.

>> FISH & BARBARA & TABITHA & LEE AKA WHY FISH SHOULD LIVE This whole storyline could have been a great opportunity for some women to shine. BARBARA AND FISH are both determined to become no1 power in Gotham. OSWALD AND NYGMA are set up to be the sub plot in this. Edward even stated that he has no interest in power over Gotham he only wants to kill Oswald (assuming he just wants to make a name of himself as the Riddler later) Oswald has stated his interest to regain power before but killing Edward is still priority one. There is a connection between Fish and Oswald, she says she wants them both to rule and will of course help him with Edward. Barbara on the other hand only wants to help Nygma with Oswald if Nygma helps her with her goal. This could have been an interesting race between those two women trying to gain power. > Barbara´s alliance of convenience VS. Fish´s vision of “freaks” bonding and ruling. > Barbara´s personally driven “let´s make Gotham beg” approach VS Fish, as Harvey says who still cares about Gotham but cares a bit much more about those “Freaks” she wants to lead it Everyone simultaneously want´s Hugo and want´s to kill him. Seemingly only Fish got her personal resentments under control but she already had some time with him alone, but she does see him as a tool to reach her goals this imho just accentuates the contrast to Barbara. While Barbara is emotional, blaming everyone, raging Fish is past a lot of that. While there is little to judge her motives on it does seem that she is very sure in her identity and this gives her vision and her goal a significant different quality to that of Barbara who´s reach for power seems to be an attempt to try find her identity and place which just has a certain kind of desperation to it. I´m still not a fan of this development of hers but if he have that why not make something out of it? > They even had a Language Parallel: “get this city under my thumb” (Barbara) “Until this city is in the palm of my hand” (Fish) >>>> But noope they kill off Fish >> and probably Barbara

This could have gotten some more spice with Tabitha and Butch thrown into the mix. (Tabitha alienated from Barbara and both of them hating Nygma could have made them allies with Fish. Which could given the way Tabitha looked at Butch when he looked in awe at Fish have created some whole new issues. ) Yet I don´t see them as full third force for the race to No1 in Gotham. Butch already tried that and noticed that is not quite right for him, and Tabitha accompanied him with that more over she subordinated herself to Butch. (Eg. just let him throw out Barbara, whom she showed plenty of care about not long before that happened and still didn´t do anything) And that aside, I´m still so puzzled about TABITHA GALAVAN doing this. I can buy that she actually liked Butch and wanted to be on his side but that she would let him be the leading one that´s still baffling me. And it´s even more baffling me that she now would have issues with Lee calling her Barbara´s sidekick. After leaving her brother Theo she has not done anything to make a point of her being the boss! I can get that she is not happy with Barbara not taking much interest in her disdain for Edward but that´s imho more fodder for interpersonal relationship issues not one of authority. What stopped her to go out and just murder Edward and just take over Barbara´s place? Barbara has shown great skill when looking for Tabs but I doubt she has much support system given the way how she was shown to treat the others. Tabs and Butch are her support system. Imho Tabs was always qualified to step up and take the boss seat, why would it be now that she develops ambition to do so?

>>> LAW Side cares about the MISSON/GOALS, CRIME sides is more focused on the IDENITY PART if you can split those to that is, The whole issue ends with a shift from the Race to Power to a more personal one. While on the LAW Side the mission seems to be the thing of focus for both Bruce and Jim of course identity connected to it on the CRIME side the mission of being No1 in Gotham steps to the side. While we had a finale with Oswald declaring himself King of Gotham on the Roof now we got Bruce on a roof with an idea of a task. King of Gotham is not what matters on the Crime Side anymore. The most determined players are gone or knocked out. There is in some way a void. Tabitha does not sit on the chair Barbara used as throne in the club, she at a crossroads, she has a task of rebuilding at hand, this is not a moment where she steps into the high heels of power and rules without anyone to stop her, this is her finding something after Barbara and after Butch. Even Oswald is not shown to be gleeful over Barbara´s demise. He is not there to claim her title. He is building the Iceberg Lounge, which of course can be a next step to power again but it´s certainly not the focus right now. The focus is the EdIceSculpture the finding a path after Edward.

Stuff and Things

>> Why kill FISH MOONEY ?! Oswald already had his revenge and motivation back. That mission Fish sent him on just is not necessary. Her death is not necessary. Bring her back. I want to see her vision happen. This is bullshit, bring her back. * Why let HARVEY live? I get it Jim has more connection to Harvey but his “go save Lee” mission was built up to be quite similar to Fish´s last words. Why isn’t there some emphasizing necessary, like more motivation like the one Bruce got through killing Alfred. * Why bring ALFRED back? Bruce killing him was painted as necessary to have him remember who he is. Alfred´s he´ll to anything necessary statement was a disguised message of the mission to get him back. >> From this three cases, Fish´s death & word have the least relevant impact, why did she have to go? [[ Edit: Or was Fish´s death about Jim. The murder that made Jim recognize that he just did something monstrous, an awareness that helped him to stop him from doing so again ?! But why waste Fish and her and Oswald´s relationship on Jim? ]]

>> LESLIE THOMPKINS and BARBARA KEAN * Lee calling Jim repeatedly mirrors Barbara calling Jim out of Arkham. * Lee leaving him and leaving only a message mirrors Barbara´s message leaving him before the Ogre mess. * Lee showing up in the club claiming she wants to kill Barbara somewhatish makes sense in terms of revenge and rivalry. But why the lack in determination? She just shows up insults some people and then forgets about the whole kill Barbara thing? Why even start the whole thing? I guess they can´t have her murder or else it´s hard to bring her back and cure her, with Jim it´s okay to have him murder he has his reasons he has his mission but I guess with Lee it would not work like that. This whole part feels flat and unnecessary

* Harvey´s CAR again. Jim rips out the door. Later Virus!Jim screams “Just drive the damn car” I wonder if anyone ever said that sentence before?

* Hooded LazarusPit Guys must give BRUCE WAYNE SaintDumas Monk flashbacks. * Alfred is in the hospital, again. Other reason same state. * Would he know of Oswald´s “King of Gotham” declaration he would think of that while standing on that roof

>>> More BRUCE WAYNE & JIM GORDON parallels both hear voices that tell them to do horrible things. Both have an actual person supporting that. Both got one believing in them. Bruce seems to get ripped out of the loop when actually doing it and stabbing Alfred. Which I guess was Alfred´s “If you need to do it” plan all along, if he can´t convince him with words to remember who he is the shock of killing him might do so. * This could be seen as another parallel to the EDWARD & OSWALD thing. Edward claims killing Kristen gave him a new identity; he claims killing Oswald made him the Riddler. Bruce killing Alfred is an action that could just go the other way round and bring him his old self back. More Identity & Others things!

* OS & ED talking in the Car reminds of BARBARA & JIM having a talk before the church disaster.

* ALFRED telling BRUCE “I´d do anything for you” mirrors OSWALD and NYGMA in 3x5 Can we book this under confirmation that there is some kind of love in play in all those relationships?

* QUOTE?! “As the flames of hedonism licked the very foundation of its society Nero played and sang The Destruction of Troy.” (EDWARD NYGMA) I can´t find the hedonism line in connection to Nero .. (which IF it´s true that Nero was responsible for the Fire in Rome is a great piece of name dropping in that context ) only in this one: "The very foundations of our society are in danger of being burned," Rep. Bob Barr of Georgia told his colleagues. "The flames of hedonism, the flames of narcissism, the flames of self-centered morality are licking at the very foundation of our society: the family unit." Barr was speaking in support of the Defense of Marriage Act (DOMA), a federal law that defines marriage as between a man and a woman that would soon pass with strong majorities in both the House and the Senate. It would be signed into law by President Bill Clinton.” http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/congress-evolves-doma-sex-marriage/story?id=17888075 but this sounds like there is something earlier that used similar phrasing …. just where and what?!

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Lipstick + solangelo?

Omgs this is gonna be fun….. >:D

Lot’s of things happen at parties. Some good, some bad. Sometimes you can be tricked with a false sense of security, only to have the rug ripped out from underneath you.

That’s how it was for Nico di Angelo, five feet and four inches of lonely sadness, bundled up in your average fourteen year old.

The biggest problem with Nico was that everyone was scared to get close to him. He was one of those people born with a warning label on his head that screamed, “DANGER!! STAY AWAY!!” Of course that label only became louder when his mom died, then later his sister, leaving him with no one. But nobody even knew as they shrunk against the walls as Nico walked the halls of the old, rundown school. They left him in his dark scary place of a world…. except one.

“Hi!” someone says brightly, stepping into Nico’s path. A bit of sunshine lit up the dark universe. Nico decided to use his usual tactic for interacting with Will Solace. He looked at his shoes. They where a pair of beat down sneakers that looked ancient. He always wore them, and Nico didn’t know if it was because he liked them, or it was the only thing he had.

“Hello,” Nico says to the shoes, hoping that Will will just leave him alone like everyone else in the school. But it’s Will and he doesn’t.

“Whatcha listening to?” Will says, noticing Nico’s earbuds. Nico’s fingers start to play with the cord, a bit of a nervous habit. Nico takes a deep breath and looks up at Will, preparing himself. Will always made the words die in Nico’s throat and reduced him to a blubbering mess, and this time was no different.

Will was… beautiful. Actually, that word didn’t even begin to describe him. He was more than beautiful. He had sunkissed skin and sparkling blue eyes that reminded Nico of happier times, like eating ice cream under the bright summer sun. His hair was blond and curly, falling loosely over his eyes. He brushed them back with his long slender fingers that Nico could practically sketch from memory. They where worn with calluses from playing instruments like the guitar and sometimes, if you where really lucky, the cello. Will could practically play any instrument, but he was most insecure about the cello, and Nico is the only one (other than Will’s 50 siblings) that had the pleasure of hearing it.

Nico bites his lip, trying to bring himself out of fantasies of just him and the boy before him.

“It’s um… Favorite Record by Fall Out Boy.”

“Oh my god I love that song! Can I listen?” Flustered, Nico nods his head, handing Will one of the earbuds. Will closes his eyes, smiling faintly and nodding his head to the beat of the music. Nico looks at the floor, messing with his sweatshirt strings. Will opens his eyes and turns to him.

“What does this song make you feel?” he asks. It’s a sort of game they’ve been playing with each other ever since they first met about three years ago. They’d listen to what music the other was listening to, and ask why they liked that song, or what emotions stirred in their gut. At first it was a fun little things, but that was before Nico’s emotions got more complicated. That was before his mom and sister died, leaving him with the dad that was never there anymore. That was before he found himself falling for the one boy that would listen.

It makes me think of you. It makes me think of how much I want us to live a perfect life and zone the rest of the world out, just listening to the songs of our hearts, Nico thinks to himself. Instead, he shrugs.

“I don’t know. I guess it just reminds me of happier times.” Will’s joyful smile suddenly turned a little sad. He put his arm around Nico’s shoulders, which caused him to blush.

“Hey! Piper’s having a party later. Do you want to go with me?” Nico’s heart stops. Did he… did he hear him right? Did he just… no. He was just asking if Nico wanted to go to a party in a completely… platonic way. Right?

For once in his life, Will look tense. His hands where at his sides and he appeared to be doing cello fingerings on his jeans.

“S-sure,” Nico says with a blush. He looks at the floor and murmurs, “I have to get to class,” and rushes off, leaving Will with his phone still blaring Fall Out Boy music, but the song had changed to “Alone Together.” I wish we could be alone together, Will thinks as he watches Nico leave.

The doorbell rings, practically scaring Nico. His dad is asleep upstairs. He was never awake when Nico was home. He always worked the longest, latest shifts, which made him tired during the day. Nico missed the days they didn’t have to worry about money and they could sit around the table with one of mom’s home cooked meals, laughter bubbling out of their throats.

Nico made his own dinner now. Unless the Solace’s where nice enough to allow him to stay for theirs.

He stood up, brushing the crumbs off his jeans. He opened the door to reveal sunshine that hurt his eyes. Both literally and figuratively.

“Hi!” Will says, giving a small wave. It was always disorienting when Will came to the di Angelo house, considering that everything was so dark and gloomy and he was…. not. But for some reason he liked it more than his own home. Nico still didn’t understand why.

“Why are you here?”

“What? I thought we had a party to go to.”

“But aren’t parties late at night? It’s only…. four pm? Geez did you come straight here after school or something?”

“Noooooo,” he thinks for a second. “Yes.”

“Wiiiillllllll–”

“I said I’d make brownies. You like making brownies, riiiiggghhhhttt?”

“You know I hate you right?”

“I know,” Will says, skipping joyfully into the house. Nico shut the door, shaking his head. He walked into the kitchen, where Will was already pulling ingredients from the cupboard, flour dusted on his pants. He’s only been in his house for a minute and managed to get flour on himself. Sadly, that wasn’t his record. He’s done it before in fifteen seconds.

Will loves to bake with Nico. Although, when he’s in the kitchen he gets a little controlling and ends up kicking Nico out because he cracked an egg wrong or something, but often Nico would go to the bathroom or something and come back to Will making something else. The first time he came over he made chocolate chip cookies, and they where just as good as Nico’s mom’s cookies.

“Do you even have a recipe?” Nico asks as he pushes himself onto the counter, kicking his legs against the cabinets.

“I’ve memorized it.”

“Why?”

“Because you love them.” Nico blushed. This was true, he was especially fond of Will’s brownies. But Nico knew that probably wasn’t the reason as he gave Will “The Look.”

“Fine. I know all of the recipes by heart I just like to have the actual recipe out to make sure that I get it right. But you keep asking for these goddamn brownies that I can practically make them in my sleep.” Nico snorts.

“Well is there anything I can help you with?” Will opens the fridge to get something out, then looks up at Nico.

“Uh… yeah. Can you go get some eggs?”

They are met at the door by none other that Piper McLean. Her house could probably fit at least 20 of Nico’s, and everything about it is elegant with it’s stone columns like the ancient greeks. There are marble statues in the yard. Who has statues in their yard?

She smiles at Will, who holds the brownies up.

“We brought brownies.”

“Oh thank god. All we got is half a bag of chips and a bottle of pepsi. Come in,” she gestures for them to follow her. Loud music is blaring all around them and people are talking and dancing all over the place. And everything is so nice. Nothing looks like Nico’s run down apartment with it’s plush white carpets and elegant vases and mirrors. So many mirrors. Piper seems to be shying away from them.

“What are you even supposed to do at these things?” Nico asks as Piper leaves to help someone with something.

“Have fun,” Will says simply, like it’s obvious.

“And how am I supposed to do that?” Nico shouts over the loud music. Will gives him a strange look.

“How do you not have fun?” Will asks, “Everyday is another adventure if you make it one.”

“No it’s not. It’s just another chapter of nothingness.”

“Ugh just…. follow me.” Will takes his hand. They’re warm, as if he where nervous. He leads Nico to the center of the crowds of people dancing, which causes horror to build in Nico’s gut. He pulls away.

“No.”

“What?”

“I’m not doing this.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t dance.”

“Neither can I. That’s the fun of it.”

“No, its not.”

“Well it’s not like people will care.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

Nico finds himself unwinding. Just a little bit. He laughs a little and smiles more, but that’s only the beginning.

“What the frick is this?” Nico says as the music suddenly changes from loud and upbeat to soft and slow. He notices people around them starting to partner up and sway together. Oh no.

“It’s a slow dance. You know what a slow dance is, right Nico?” Nico gulps and nods his head.

“What do we do now?” Will smirks, holding a hand out and doing a showy bow.

“May I have this dance, handsome dark prince?” Will says. Nico’s heart leaps into his throat and his stomach drops to the ground. Did Will just ask him to dance with him? DID HE JUST CALL HIM HANDSOME?! Nico tries to remember how to breath.

“I love you,” he tries to say.

“You’re a dork,” come out as he takes Will’s hand awkwardly. The same thought ran through their head at precisely the same moment. IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?????

Nico blushes as Will takes his hand, placing it on his shoulder. Softly and hesitantly, Will puts his other hand on Nico’s waist, making lightning bolts spark where they touch. Nico blushes a bright scarlet and looks at the floor.

They melt against each other into a puddle of wax. Their chests are pressed together and they can feel each other’s warm breath on their face. Everyone else fades away and they don’t even hear the music anymore. It’s just them.

“Oh god I can’t believe this is happening,” Will says. Nico looks up at him, confused.

“Frickkk. Did I say that out loud?” Nico nods his head.

“Shoot um….” Nico let’s go of Will’s hands.

“Do you not want to dance with me?”

“Wha–”

“You’re embarrassed, aren’t you? Of course you are, I don’t even know why we’re friends in the first place,” Nico says, looking at the floor and wrapping his arms around himself.

Then, warm hands are on his chin, lifting his face up and up and up. Will was always taller than Nico. Their lips, Nico realises, are inches apart. It wouldn’t take much effort to kiss him.

“Nico, that’s not it at all.”

“Of course it is. That’s what it always is.”

“No Nico. I can’t believe this is happening because this is something that I’ve been dreaming about for ages. God, all I ever wanted was to have a moment like this…. with you.”

“Why?”

“Because Nico. You’re amazing. There’s so much more to you than what people see on the surface, and I love that. I love you, Nico di Angelo.” Nico is silent, playing with his t-shirt, avoiding Will’s eyes. Heat is rising into his cheeks, even more of it and he finnally looks up at Will, closes his eyes, and leans forward suddenly, pressing his lips to Will’s. Will gasps, then cups the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

Slowly, Nico pulls away, looking into Will’s blue eyes, finnally feeling a sense of peace around him. He’s home. This is home.

Will wiggles his eyebrows at Nico, who finds himself giggling. It’s the best music Will has ever heard.

“Now go get me some brownies. I’m starving,” Will says.

“Why do I have toooo,” Nico whines.

“Because I made them and you ate half of them on the way here.”

“Fine. I’ll get you your brownies. I can’t guarantee that they’ll make it back to you though.”

“I know,” Will says, flashing his signature grin. Nico shook his head and walked away, feeling as if he was floating as the moment replayed over and over. I kissed Will Solace. He kissed me back.

Nico walked back from the snack bar with two and a half of the three brownies he grabbed eaten. He looked around the room for Will, wondering where he could possibly be. He wasn’t anywhere though. All he saw were people dancing, people talking, people eating, and one couple making out. Gro–

OH. MY. GOD.

A feeling of dread twisted in his gut as he dropped the brownie in his hand. Sobs tried to work their way out of his gut and he realized suddenly that tears where streaming down his face as he looked at the ground, knowing that he should’ve known better as he felt the betrayal swirl around him. He closed his eyes to try to get the picture out of his mind. But it was imprinted on his eyelids. The picture Will kissing a girl with long dark hair, her bright red lipstick smearing across his lips like blood.

Sniffling, Nico wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his sweater, turning away. He should’ve known. He should’ve known. Nobody would want to hang around someone as dark as him. Being with him was too much work. People only pretended to be nice as they shot violent thoughts at him from inside their head, and Will just happened to be one of them. There was never anything between them, and there never will be. Not now. Not ever.

Sometimes, we don’t see the whole truth, and that’s the worst part of anything. Sometimes people hide things or sometimes you don’t stay long enough to see the whole story.

“What the fri–” Will says, pushing the girl off and wiping the lipstick off his face, gagging a little.

“What’s wrong with you?” he says. She smirks.

“What? I figured a pretty boy like you would love to have a little fun.”

“Fun? Fun? You call that fun? What the hell?”

“Why does it matter? Maybe you can find yourself a girlfriend,” she says, looking at him innocently.

“I’m gay,” he says, leaving her to stare stunned. They where leaving. He was going to grab Nico and get them the hell out of here. Except…. when he went over to the snacks, he was nowhere to be seen. What?

“Hey Piper, have you seen Nico?”

“Who–oh! Your boyfriend!” Will blushes and nods his head.

“Oh he left like ten minutes ago. I thought you went with him.”

“I–no.” He probably went home. Maybe it there where too many people here and he just couldn’t handle it. Yeah.

“Thanks Piper. Tonight was lovely, but I’m going to be heading out,” he says, grabbing his coat.

“Okay! See you around!”

“Yeah.” And with that, he left into the dark streets of Long Island, New York, lights flickering above him as he raced towards Nico’s house, not knowing about the hurricane that was about to hit.

Nico opened the door and then proceeded to slam it in Will’s face before he could say a word. Will knocked on the door again, wondering what Nico could possibly be angry about this time.

“Nico come onnnn. It’s cold out here.”

“Good. You can freeze to death for all I care.”

“Nicooooooooo–”

“Go away, Solace.”

“But Nico…. why are you mad at me?” Through the door he hears Nico make an angry snorting sound.

“Why am I mad at you? Why am I mad at you? Hmm… I don’t know was it the fact that you lied to me or that you thought it would be fun to play with my emotions? Experiment a little to see what I would do.”

“Nico what are you talking about. Open the door,” Will says, knocking again.

“No. You’re not allowed back here. Ever.”

“Nico what are you–”

“GO AWAY!” Will’s heart twisted with the pure hatred dripping in Nico’s voice.

“I HATE YOU, WILL SOLACE. I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. YOU’RE JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM. I should’ve known….”

“Nico what did I do–”

“You know perfectly well what you did. Told me I was special, made me feel like maybe, for once, the world wasn’t out to get me, and then go behind my back and kiss someone else, as if I never meant anything to you.”

“Wha–” Oh. Oh no. Nico saw that girl trying to kiss him. Oh god no this wasn’t supposed to happen. Everything was perfect, and she ruined it.

Will sunk down onto the ground, leaning his head back onto the door, looking at the heavens. Rain was starting to drip down and it streamed down his face, mixing with his tears and soaking his shirt.

“Nico you don’t understand….. she pushed herself on me. I never even knew who she was. In fact, I hated kissing her. There is nobody I’d rather kiss, except you.”

“And you expect me to believe that?” Will is silent. Then–

“Fine. If you want to believe it, fine. But think about this. If I didn’t actually like you, Nico, why would I have dedicated all of my free time to coming over your house and making sure you where okay? Why do you think I make brownies all the time when really I don’t like brownies–”

“YOU DON’T LIKE BROWNIES??? NEXT YOU’LL SAY YOU DON’T LIKE CATS.”

“Oh god they give me awful allergies, but I stick with them, for you, Nico. Ever since I first met you, I knew that you where special, and I always wanted to be with you. Always.” There is silence. A long silence.

“Nico?” The door opens, causing Will to fall back, looking up at Nico’s tear streaked face.

“You’re such a sap, you know that?” Will manages to smirk.

“What can I say? It’s in my blood.”

“You’re a dork.”

“You’re a bigger dork.”

“I…. I love you.”

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