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mosshead-lover · 4 years ago

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The Act of LordE: Part-13

Crumpled Confessions

~ Bakugou & Izuku x Reader

Summary: [y/n] moves to her dream city having abundant hopes. Her encounter with Katsuki Bakugou, sends unsettling ripples through her life. Determined to earn an apology for her boyfriend, Izuku Midoriya, she gets into a game with Katsuki. Will the game remain a simple game even at the stake of her love life?

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A/n: You will enjoy this better if you have read the previous parts before! ^^

Hope you peeps are keeping safe. Kacchan ended up cofessing over a written note? Lol don’t hate me.

- Bau

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Months passed. All of [y/n]'s attempts of reaching Izuku went in futile. It was highly unnatural of him. Izuku was anything but the person who didn't clarify differences. Eventually, [y/n] had given up. Her daily routine was mundane.

'Do what's needed for survival and spend the rest of the time locked up in the house.'

She didn't even try getting out of it cause she felt like she didn't deserve to be happy. Not after what she put Izuku through. Not after ruining their friendship for Katsuki and him. She felt responsible for making the very forgiving Izuku cold as Ice. She felt responsible for breaking down Katsuki's spirit. The tension between the two top rising heroes was not so subtle. Those who knew. Knew. Those who didn't; come up with a bunch of theories.

Izuku meant to avoid [y/n] only for a few days. He thought he deserved some time away. Some time alone to sort his thoughts and feelings before having a conversation with her. But, every morning, he woke up and thought,

'I need another day.'

He could never come to terms with reality or move on. His heart was stagnant.

Katsuki didn't speak much to Izuku since the day they had that long conversation. Unlike earlier, Nor Izuku showed any friendly gestures. Katsuki seemed not to care but was dying to know how things were between Deku and her. He wanted to know if everything was sorted. He needed to know if she was all right. He tried getting it out of Aya but, no luck. She refused to say anything and had snapped, saying he had gone too far this time. Kirishima was taken aback. His usual softspoken girlfriend snapped at his ever fierce best friend and, Kachan didn't utter a word.

One snowy evening...

"Katsuki!"

"Long time. How are you?"

Katsuki moved away from the door, letting go of the piece of paper in his pocket. He brought his hands together, rubbing to keep them warm.

"What are you doing here?"

"I am good too. Thanks for asking."

[y/n] unlocked the door and gestured him to get in. She set things down and poured herself a glass of water.

"Let me fix you up with a decaf."

Katsuki was already on the way to the kitchen.

"You look tired. Let me do it."

He didn't wait for the answer. When he turned back to make sure she wasn't following him in, he was assured with a smile. Not as bright as it used to be, but a smile regardless.

They drank their drinks in silence. Katsuki saw a pile of beer bottles lying in the corner and decided not to bring up alcohol although, he desperately needed some, to loosen up. It took Aya's constant questioning and nagging to finally break his shell and confess his love for [y/n]. Although he hated himself for it, he felt at ease after saying it out loud. It felt real. Aya promised to never bring it up. Yet, she kept hinting to him about what he should do next. He knew it too. He had to express his feelings somehow regardless of how [y/n] would take it. He had spent one whole week preparing his confession. Count less crumpled papers and countless discarded notes. He carefully wrote down every word of every sentence he was about to say. He had made enough mistakes of letting his arrogance get in the way. He wanted to do this right. This had to go well.

"So, how's college?" Katsuki finally broke the silence.

"It's good." [y/n] stuck to the mundane response. After few seconds of silence, She felt bad for being cold and continued the conversation.

"Does Lime Punch still serve lemonade to after every arrest?"

"He does!" Katsuki chucked and continued.

"He has improvised, says 'You have been served' as the cops drag the convict."

"Oh yes! I saw it on the TV. He might as well serve lemonade to the convict!"

[y/n] let out a gentle laugh.

"I wouldn't be surprised." Katsuki shrugged, smiling instinctively, absorbing the sound of her laughter.

Katsuki meant to cook something nice, but her fridge was empty. And in the bag, there was nothing except more beer and some instant ramen. They stuck to ramen. Contrary to Katsuki's expectations, [y/n] seemed to have moved on from the past, as she never mentioned the bet or the night. Yet, she was suffering, which made it even more difficult for him to do what he had come for.

It was time to leave. Katsuki was at door.

"Good night." [y/n] waved and pushed the door.

"WAIT!" Katshuki held the door halfway.

He reached his pocket and took out a crumpled paper.

"C..could you throw this away for me?"

Puzzled, [y/n] took it.

"You might wanna read it first."

[y/n] tilted her head, still confused.

"W..will you?" Katsuki's hand still firmly placed on the half-closed door, his gaze intense.

"Sure!" was [y/n]'s reply.

It took [y/n] a few sentences to get used to Katsuki's calligraphy. There were many strike throughs and additions. Some words rounded and some underlined. It was all jumbled, series of arrows serving as a guide to form an order. Neglecting all the chaos, [y/n] read.

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I hate you for appearing in front of me as the clock struck twelve. I hate myself for giving in to those stupid guys words and kissing you to prove something. I hate myself for thinking that I gained something from that when in reality, I had lost miserably. I kept trying to take it back, only to get down in a path of bad decisions streak. Now that I look back, I don't know what I was up to. I was trying to get you and pushing you away. It was bound to end in a disaster as it did. I hate that we can't start over. I hate it that a mere apology won't do anything. Regardless. I am going to.

In an attempt to win you, I have done things that only dragged all of us down. I regret it every day. I wasn't thinking straight. I ignited something that burned down happiness for you, Deku and me. I don't know how things are between you and him. I will not let go without a fight.

[first name] [last name], I am what they call heads over heels for you. If you are willing to give me a chance, join me at Tsukiji Bridge to watch the sunset on new year's eve.

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ladyonfire28 · 5 years ago

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My French music Masterpost

So since half of the population is in quarantine right now I thought I could make a list of some french/ french speaking artists and songs that I listen to and that you could also discover since we all have time to kill.

Obviously I cannot put every single artist and song I know and listen to so it’ll be a bit of mix of my favorite albums/ artists of the past few years but also what i’m listening at the moment !

Pop/ R&B

Angèle

She’s a 23 year old Belgian singer. Her first album was a HUGE hit last year and she got 5 news songs out in November too. She’s also been dating a woman for a few months.

I would recommend to listen to her whole album Brol , it’s quite a bop. Also there are two songs about wlw relationship called « Ta Reine » and « Tu me regardes ». That last song was a kind of coming out song btw, we were all freaking out when we listened to it the first time lmao.

Favorite songs: Les matins, Flemme, Flou, Nombreux, Ta reine, Tu me regardes, J’entends

Clara Luciani

She’s a 27 year old French artist. 2019 was truly her year. She’s has an incredible voice and I just love her energy. She’s an amazing songwriter too. Her first album is called Sainte Victoire.

Favorite songs: La grenade, Les fleurs, On ne meurt pas d’amour, Drôle d’époque, Nue, Dors, Ma Soeur, Bovary.

Christine and the Queens

I think a lot of you know her already. She’s also a queer and pansexual artist. I have to say I really LOVED her first album Chaleur Humaine, one of the best albums of the past decade, but I didn’t love as much her second album (Chris) or her new EP (La vita nuova). I mean they’re good, but her first album was really something else. And it’s also just my opinion !

Favorite songs : iT (it’s in English though), Saint Claude, Science Fiction, Half Ladies, Paradis Perdus, Chaleur Humaine, Nuit 17 à 52, Intranquilité, Amazoniaque, Jonathan, La marcheuse, L’étranger

Therapie TAXI

This is a pretty fun band, their first album has been quite popular. They’re pretty unique and sometimes their songs and lyrics are let’s say... bold lmao. I haven’t listen to all their songs though, there’s like 25 songs in their first album and 15 in their second aha. But they also have so many bops.

Favorite songs: Hit Sale, J’en ai marre, Salop(e), Avec ta zouz

Aya Nakamura

Aya is now a r&b/pop superstar here in France and even in other countries in Europe. She’s 25 and you can hear her songs in every night club and party here. Can’t say her lyrics are very elaborated but her songs are real bops and the best to dance to in your room lmao

Favorite songs: Djadja, La dot, Pompom, Copines, Pookie, Sucette, 40%, Comportement

Lous and the Yakuza

She’s a 23 year old belgian artist. She only has 3 songs out for now, but i’ve been pretty obsessed with them. Her lyrics are pretty great too (and she’s SO beautiful omg).

Favorite songs : Dilemme, Tout est gore, Solo

Yseult

Yseult is a 24 year old french singer/songwriter. She’s has a beautiful voice and the beats are also great. I haven’t listened to all her songs though, I only heard her new EP Noir which is great.

Favorite songs: Corps, Nos souvenirs, Noir, 5H

Indie/electro rock/folk :

Pomme

Pomme is very famous in the LGBTQ community in France, but i haven’t listened much to her songs (yet). She’s a 24 year old french and lesbian singer songwriter. Her songs talk about love, anxiety, and even death. She has a such beautiful voice too.

Favorite songs: On brûlera, A peu près, Anxiété, Je sais pas danser

The Dø

The Dø are a finnish/french duo and also one of my favorite band (they sing in english though). They made of of my favorite albums of the last decade, Shake Shook Shaken, which came out in 2014. Their first albums sounded more folk/indie rock, but their third album is much more electro. And the album is about the break up of the lead singer, Olivia Merilahti, and the musician, Dan Levy. One of my favorite song of all time is in their second album Both Ways Open Jaws and is called Too Insistent.

Favorite songs: On my shoulders, Too Insistent, Sparks, Despair Hangover & Ecstasy, Opposite Ways, Anita No!, Nature Will Remain.

Izia

Izia is a singer but also an actress, you may know her from La Belle Saison, Samba, or Un peuple et son roi. I listened a lot to her third album La vague, that was released in 2015. it’s much more electro that what she used to do before. Her two first albums were much more rock albums. She’s got a new album out but i haven’t listen to it yet.

Favorite songs: Hey, La vague, You, Les ennuis, Bridges, Tomber

Mansfield.YTA

The band is composed of 2 women, Julia Lanoë et Carla Pallone. Julia is in other bands/ projects such as Sexy Sushi and Kompromat. Unlike those two last bands that are very electro, Mansfield is something more nuanced. It sounds more like indie folk and mixes different style. You can hear electric instruments but also violin, harmonium, piano etc. And it’s pretty melodramatic. They sing in french and english.

Favorite songs: Et demain déja, Pour oublier je dors, Mon amoureuse, Gilbert De Clerc

Electro :

Stromae

You might have heard of that Belgian guy. His album Racine Carré (released in 2013) is too me the best of the decade and his song “Papaoutai” was a huge hit in Europe. He’s a pure genius. His lyrics are super deep and usually quite dark but he makes incredible beats that are very electro. If his second album is definitely his most popular album, his first one Cheese, was also so so great and his first single “Alors on Danse” was a huge hit (Kanye West did a remix of it). He also directed Billie Eilish’s “Hostage” music video. That dude is just incredible. But after his huge success his did a burn out and his mental health got very bad. He stopped making music since then.

Favorite songs: Peace or Violence, Alors on danse, Dodo, Je Cours, House’llelujah, papaoutai, bâtard, ave cesaria, tous les mêmes, formidable humain à l’eau, sommeil

Rap :

I have to say i’ve been listening to a lot of french rap this past couple of years so i won’t list all the rappers i listen to, especially since i’m pretty sure most of you aren’t interested in rap. But I still have to list some of them that have been very popular recently. France has a huge and very diverse rap culture.

Fauve

Actually that collective is actually not a rap band at all. They do more like spoken word songs but didn’t where also to put them lol. The band broke up 5 years but I still listen to them a lot today. It’s one of my fav band too. Their lyrics are really well written and beautiful. It usually talks about the “youth malaise” and their frustrations, heartbreaks and anger etc. They made 1 EP et 2 LP.

Favorite songs: Blizzard, Cock Music Smart Music, Nuits Fauves, Haut les Coeurs, Rub a Dub, Voyous, Infirmière, Vieux frères, Lettre à Zoé, Paraffine, Tallulah, T.R.W, Les Hautes Lumières

Meryl

Meryl is a 24 year old french martinican rapper. Before making her own music she used to write and compose melodies for other famous french rappers. She’s very influenced by her roots and and she also sings some of her songs in creole. I love how different and diverse her music is.

Favorite songs: Coucou, AH LALA, Béni, Désolé, La brume

Aloïse Sauvage

Aloïse is a multi talented french singer/ actress/ dancer. She released her first EP in 2019 called Jimy and her very first album Dévorantes was released in February 2020. She’s definitely a queer artist (99% sure she’s lesbian but she’s never confirmed it so anyway + her little sister is 100% a lesbian aha) and she talks about lgbtq issues in some of her songs, but also about her own issues and all. Her lyrics are beautifully written. And she’s also a ray of sunshine so there’s nothing to dislike about her haha.

Favorite songs: Dévorantes, Si on s’aime, A l’horizontale, Et cette tristesse, Jimy, Présentement, L’orage

Roméo Elvis

Roméo isn’t french but belgian. He’s the big brother of Angèle. I actually knew about her because of him. He’s less known than her now obviously but he’s still quite popular. His rap is pretty soft and chill. I preferred his collaborations with Le Motel (who was his producer) more than his “solo” album but he still got some good songs on his last album.

Favorite songs: Morale, Nappeux, Drôle de question, Bébé aime la drogue, J’ai vu (feat. Angèle), Lenita, Chocolat, Normal, Dis-moi

Lomepal

Lomepal is a french rapper. He’s known for writing songs that are pretty elaborated with chill and melodic beats. I also call is rap “soft”. He usually talks about his loneliness and insecurities

Favorite songs: 70, Yeux disent, Club, Trop beaux, 1000°C, X-Men, Plus de larmes

PNL

PNL is the most popular cloud rap band of the past few of years. They’re two brothers NOS and Ademo and they’re famous for using vocoder when they rap. Like a lot of vocoder lol. But they’re also very known for working with some of the best beat makers in the industry. If the way they rap is sometimes pretty hard, their beats are very chill and cool. In their songs they talk a lot of their life as dealers in the french banlieue, their struggles, how tough their lives were but also how their lives today isn’t set and how they’re not necessarily happier today. Their third album “Dans la légende” was a huuuuge hit in France, and their latest album “Deux frères” just as much if not more.

Favorite songs: Recherche du bonheur, DA, Dans la légende, Luz de Luna, Humain, Bené, Jusqu’au dernier gramme, Blanka, A l’ammoniaque, Shenmue, Menace, Déconnecté, La misère est si belle

Other songs that I listen to at the moment :

“Le temps est bon” - Bon Entendeur (electro)

“De mon âme à ton âme” - Kompromat (electro)

“Reste” - Maitre Gims feat Sting (pop)

“Les méchants” - Heuss l’enfoiré (rap)

“C’est plus l’heure” - Franglish feat Dadju, Vegeta (r&b)

“De l’autre côté”- Ninho feat Nekfeu (rap)

“Blanche” - Maes (rap)

“La complainte du soleil” - Laura Cahen (from I Lost My Body OST)

Some french speaking “classic” songs that I listen to and that you probably don’t know (from the 50′s to 00′s) :

“Une valse à mille temps” - Jacques Brel

“La foule” - Edith Piaf

“Chanson pour l’auvergnat” - Georges Brassens

“Je t’aimais, je t’aime et je t’aimerai” - Francis Cabrel

“Ma préf��rence” - Julien Clerc

“La nuit je mens” - Alain Bashung

“Foule sentimentale” - Alain Souchon

“Mistral gagnant” - Renaud

“Sensualité” - Axelle Red

“Manhattan Kaboul” - Renaud feat. Axelle Red

“Onde sensuelle” - M

“Et dans 150 ans” - Raphaël

“A la faveur de l’automne” - Tété

“L’aventurier” - Indochine

French LGBTQ+ artists

This past few years a few lgbtq artists have blown up here and like 4 lesbian artists have been nominated for best new artist this year at the french grammy award called Victoire de la musique (and one of them one the award, Pomme). Unfortunately i’m not very good at discovering new artists so i’m quite late and i haven’t been able to listen to a lot of them. But if you want to discover them yourself here are few lgbtq artists:

Already mentioned: Angèle, Pomme, Julia Lanoë/ Rebekka Warrior (Sexy Sushi, Kompromat, Mansfield.YTA), Christine and the Queens, Aloïse Sauvage

More : Hoshi, Suzane, Eddy de Pretto, Safia Nolin (she’s from Quebec)

#this is a big ass post i'm so sorry omg #but you should have enough artists to discover for the next 45 days lmao #be aware : some songs on here are very bad lmao #but i love listening to bad music sometimes #aimee listens to music #up the baguette #french music #music #music masterpost

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popculturebuffet · 4 years ago

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Legend of the Three Caballeros: Labyrinth and Repeat Review (Commissioned by WeirdKev27)

Saludos Amigos! We’re back on the Ride of the Three Cablleros as I intend to knock this wonderful series out at a steady cliip, and since I THOUGHT the premire was a two parter, it still ends on a cliffhanger but it’s too early to tell if this is just normal for this series like say Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts, where it’s really more one continuous story, or just the end of the pilot. For now with all the exposition out of the way from part 1, we can jump right into the thick of things where we picked off. PREVIOUSLY ON LEGEND OF THE THREE CABLLEROS: Donald had an enormously shitty birthday, loosing his job, his house and his nightmarish harpy.. er his girlfriend, all in one day. Things went up a bit though when he inhereted a Cabana belonging to his ancestor Clinton Coot and met two new pals: Ladies Man Jose Caricoca and loveable weirdo like myself Pancito Romero A Lot of Other Names Gonzales. The three soon had a yard sale with the various treasures inside the cabana and got an offer for a million dollars for the cabana and all inside from local waiter’s nightmare Baron Von Sheldgoose, whose deal includes a jewel incrusted golden atlas. Upon finding it our boys were attacked by a human goddess who popped out of the book and that’s where we pick up.

Good. Let’s begin. So Xandra, said goddess, is holding our heroes at arrow point with their attempts to defuse the situation falling flat and their attempt to understandably flee by claming to be the cabs failing pretty much immidatley. We do get some good gags including Jose accidently telling Xandra she smells like feta cheese in greek. But lucky for our boys before Xandra can do a murder on them Donald accidently shuts the book.. and finds out she disappears when he does that. Cue our loveable idiots opening and closing the book for a while, easily one of the best bits of the episode. I will say while the pilot was pretty good comedy wise this episode solidfies how funy the series is. The series is at times a barrage of wonderful jokes and set pieces and it is awesome to behold. Also a breif thing before we get back to the plot... Xandra is indeed human, or at least looks like one. Normally i’m against this as honestly Ducks just mesh better with Dogfaces, other birds and other anthromorphic animals. It just works better and is more consitent to have a world that’s simply anthro animals and non-anthro animals. But.. it works for me here since so the human characters.. are all gods. While i’d of PREFFERED them to still be non humans, like Ducktales does, it works since she’s not really a human but a god and thus it comes off more as her being something inherently diffrent and otherworldly, but something that’s not so distracting it pulls focus away from the rest of the cast, just otherworldly to our heroes.

So while our boy screw with the goddess who you know, tried to murder them for flimsy reasons without stopping to ask why three strangers look exactly like her friends, we get to know the triplets better. I also get a better bead on what voices Jessica is using. May is using Jessica’s Lynn voice, just a touch higher since May isn’t a preteen, while April, the one in yellow, uses the voice she’d later use for candace. Junes is a BIT like Lucy, but with obviously way more energy and emotion. But it’s clear the three are smart confident and willing to run a scheme, and easily get a thousand bucks out of sheldgoose for the spooky purple ring he saw last episode in a really chortleriffic bit where May serves as an auctioneer while her sisters up the price by bidding thus tricking Sheldgoose into paying. They also get past him having a claim on it as he dosen’t have a receipt or anything else other than a verbal contract with Donald, one that wasn’t even complete since the boys hadn’t brought out the atlas, so they were within their rights to fleece him for the ring.. even if him getting it at all is going to backfire, they had no way of knowing that so it’s whatever. Back in the house the boys have apparently done the book thing on Xandra about a hundred times, and Xandra FINALLY grabs the book. At least our boys are bonding. But while threatening them again , she finds out they don’t know what happened.. and recongiing clinton int he painting realizess time has passed, these boys are her boys decendants, and perhaps some explination is in order since she’s lost in a strange world.

So after unveling a bookmark that allows her to project out of the book without being trapped, Xandra gives us our backstory: long ago, in a distant land I Aku master of darkness unleashed an unspeakable evil... wait sorry wrong narration. Long ago Xandra was guardian of the Atlas, which is explained to be the key to various magical hot spots around the world where various myths come from. Things were fine.. until the evil Lord Felldrake decided to screw it all up, binding Xandra to the book and using it to cause chaos and try and take over the world. All was lost till the Cabs stopped him, freed Xandra best they could, and then journed the world with them till she tragically was shut inside the book and seemingly lost. For whatever reason Clinton never opened the book, we’ll presumibly find out later, and well.. here she is. Xandra is voiced by, unsuprisingly given this project’s all-star cast, voice acting vetran and modern legend of the buisness Grey DeLisle, also credited as Grey Griffith for a time. And like tress she has a rather massive and awesome resume, which naturally i’ll be going into since usually I go into shows mid way and don’t get to do this: Grey’s notable rolls include Daphne Blake ever since What’s New, Scooby Doo?, Lor from Weekenders, still not on plus and I will not let that fact go till I get a valid reason why not, Crazy Cat Lady and Lizzie Divine, Mandy, Doctor Ghastly, Kimiko Tohomiko, Sam Manson, Frankie Foster, Azula, Riley Daring, Freida Suarez, Black Canary (Brave and the Bold), Fire, Dr. Holiday, Aya, Master Nadia, Magpie, Moon Butterfly, Jackie Lynn Thomas, Lola Loud, Lana Loud, Lily Loud, and Martin Prince following Russi Taylors tragic passing, just to give you an idea of how long, varied and wonderful her career and range is. And to give a certain person paying for this review an idea of some of the shows i’m familiar with. Moving on. Despite learning of their family legacy of heroics, our heroes are planning to still sell the book given Donald and Jose are poor, and Panchito’s giving in to peer pressure. Seriously Camil is already the MVP of the series, easily the best part of it and it’s a shame he wasn’t brought back for Ducktales, especially since by season 2 frank was aware of legend and Jamie had been on the show before. But Xandra offers them a life of adventure and heroisim.. and when that fails points out theirs treasure and the boys agree to hear her out. So after showing some off Xandra takes them to a Labyrinth to retreive three mystic amulets, and goads Donald into going in by challenging his Ego after he tries to refuse to go. Panchito is naturally fully on board with a dangerous adventure and Jose is talked into it after Xandra pulls an explination why she can’t go out of her firmly toned ass that theirs a mystic barrier which he buys. So while Xandra conjurs a chair and a coconut drink to relax and wait to see if they die or not, our boys head in. They find a massive, beautiful labyrnith and a large house containing a minotaur. Sadly i’ts not Ferdinand aka the Minotaur who worked as Wonder Woman’s chef, cooking up damn good vegetarian goodies for her at the Thymsicarian Embasy. All of this is real things that happened and all are things that should be in the next fucking movie. Seriously as much of a mess as Wonder Woman 1984 is, i’d buy a ticket in a heartbeat caution to teh wind if it was announced he was being adapted for it. He’s also very smart, kind and loyal if you were wondering. Get yourself a man like feridnand if your into men.

Anyways Jose once again tries to speak a languge, and thus we get about a minute of Eric Bauza saying the word moo... sometimes... most times really.. I REALLY, REALLY love my job. But with the bull pissed off and going super sayian god super sayian, there’s only one thing left for our heroes to do...

So they do and we get a great gag where Donald, when deciding wether to split up as to lower the possiblity of him getting hit, has TWO shoulder devils, because inside every man is a battle between good and evil that evil usually wins while dancing and singing a jaunty toon over good’s grave.

But it naturally backfires and the two devils tell him he’s on his own. So we get a fun chase sequence with the three before Donald finally decides fuck it we can fight back. Noticing Panchito’s talent with a rope, he has him rope and ride the Minotaur which he does, then uses Jose’s hankerchief to lure the minotaur and beat him. It’s a gorgeous, fun action sequence that shows off the series is as cool as it is fricking hilaroius. So our heroes find the amulets, a blue one for donald, a red for panchito and green for jose, and put em on, proudly telling Xandra. It’s then revealed the Minotaur.. is an old friend of hers and this was just a test to see if they could work together and you know.. not die. They can, and she’s proud and plesantly suprised by how good they are. So our heroes return home, Xandra storring the atlas on her back, and all three suitably impressed. Their further impressed when they find a hidden lair with more treasure, and three sets of armor, their ancestors old armor which as it did in the teaser at the start of the series, looks REALLY fucking cool and comes from various civlizations. Just.. lovely to look at. Our heroes pose.. and the nieces find them, wonder what’s going on, and mention Sheldgoose at the door, apparnelty not phased to meet a god or that their surrogate uncle has a hlemet. Sheldgoose has come to offer the money.. and it’s REALLY tempiting. Donald has lost EVERYTHING remember, this money could help win Daisy back, get him a fancy house still in new quackmore.. even a third of a million is still enough to set someone as humble and easy to please as donald for life. But.. it’s here where this episode succeds where the premire fell. By this point we’ve SEEN Donald’s weaknsses: he’s greedy, short sighted and selfish. So it makes it THAT MUCH more impactful when he does the right thing, tearing up the check and refusing to sell out his legacy. Sure this could make his life better.. but it’s not worth his soul, his new friends or the world’s safety. He may not be able to get Daisy back or a new house.. but he’d NEVER be able to repalce his new friends, his legacy, or his wonderful new home. Sheldgoose naturally throws a fit and vows vengance and what have you... and just as naturally gets dragged away by his ring. Like the boys he’s brought to a mystic secret chamber by a family heirloom.. but unlike the boys we get a wonderful sequence of him being slammed into things while Wayne Knight makes delightful noises.

But Sheldgoose finds thanks to the ring he was drawn to a styigan well leading to a talking staff... Felldrake surivived, if trapped in the staff.. and he’s Baron’s ancestor, himself a sheldgoose who urges his decsendant to take the staff, accept his destiny and thus Sheldgoose revels in his new power as he and feldrake summon Feldrake’s loyal minon.

So we end on Donald happy. His day was crappy to start.. but while he lost his house, his shrew and his job.. he’s found a new purpose saving the world, an ew life of adventure.. and forever friends in his two new amigos and goddess mentor. He’s finally happy. OR he is for a a second before Feldrake’s minon emerges from it’s sarcophagus and runs off with donald. TO BE CONTINUED. Not doing the jojo gag this time.

Before we go on one last cast member; Kevin Micheal Richardson is Felldrake, and he is unsuprisingly awesome and like Grey has a long and storied career.. you know the drill by now: He’s voiced the Narrator for Clerks the Animated Series, Robert Hawkins (Static’s Dad), Dark Laser, Numbah 5′s dad who was a VERY poorly aged refrence to Bill Cosby, Mammoth, Trigon, Armagedddroid (Something I never realized holy shit good on him), Captain Gantu, The Joker, Pandabubba, Principal Lewis, Schnitzel, Tombstone, Omega Supreme, Cleavland Junior (They drove a dump truck full of money up to his house he’s not made of stone), Mal Duncan, Doctor Fate, Man Ape, Kilowogg, Sheriff Blubs, William Viceroy , Mr. Gus, Rhombulous, Shredder (TMNT 2012), Rosie Rosevelt, Coach Mitchell (Seriously watch Milo Murphy’s Law, we need a season 3), and Dot’s Zit. As you can tell the guy is VERY good at villians so he was a natural choice.

Final Thoughts: This was a huge improvment. With the miserable parts of the pilot long gone this episode is a fun, breezy adventure that sets up our heroes, the series tone, and our bad guy some more while giving us tons of great gags. I highly look forward to whatever comes next and cannot wait for the next episode. Until then, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

#the legend of the three caballeros #the three caballeros #grey delisle #kevin micheal richardson #donald duck #panchito romero miguel junipero francisco quintero gonzalez #Jose Carioca #panchito pistoles #april duck #may duck #june duck #baron von sheldgoose #lord feldrake #xandra

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kiatheinsomniac · 5 years ago

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The Party: Ezio M! AU

I posted this a while back on my wattpad but I thought that I might as well share it here too :). I made this three-part series around a year ago when I was stuck at a party I didn’t want to be in

Ezio was hands down the coolest guy on campus. With those charming looks, family money, flashy car, brains and social-butterfly personality, there wasn't a lot you could find in him to dislike. And he threw the most popular house parties off campus.

His mother and sister were out for the weekend visiting their uncle but he had insisted on staying home to 'study' when he really wanted to throw a party.

(Y/n) only had one class with him - her Italian history class. She was taking three languages courses and the history of each country to go with them. She had been tempted to ask him for help with her Italian language class but decided against it - she hardly knew him anyway.

He'd usually show up in some form of designer clothing and flashy shoes - he always had the latest iPhone and all the new accessories such as AirPods or an Apple Watch. It was clear that his family was minted. He paid close attention to the class that she shared with him though, lapping up the knowledge as he took notes down on his laptop. (Though at times he'd take a little detour to do some online shopping). He was in good shape too - judging by the bag he'd bring to his last class on Wednesdays, he was a boxer too. Either way, (Y/n) knew of him but she'd yet to speak to him.

Currently, she was thinking back to a conversation she'd had with her friends earlier on that evening. . .

"C' mon, (Y/n), it'll be fun!" Kassandra begged.

"Maybe for you but not for me, I don't like parties." She huffed.

"Just this once?" Anne piped up, "You never come with us!"

"I know but-"

"Please (N/n), just try it, if you don't like it then we won't ask you ever again?" Aya contributed. The (h-c)-haired female released a sigh, knowing she would deeply regret what she was going to say next.

"Alright, fine." There was a cheer from the other four girls, seeing as Mary was there also before they all started to get ready.

In the end, (Y/n) had curled her (h/l) (h/c) tresses, styling them into a messy bun atop her head, pulling out the longer pieces at the sides to frame her face. Her makeup was as it usually was - minimal. She'd winged her eyeliner, edging it with a stroke of white, applied golden glittery eyeshadow with a little mascara, piled on some clear lip gloss and she'd gone the little extra mile and added some golden highlight to her facial features.

On her body was a figure-hugging long-sleeved black dress that was off-the-shoulder with black velvet knee-high boots that laced at the back and she wore a denim jacket, a thick velvet choker necklace and smaller bits of gold jewellery to accent the outfit.

But this was remembering herself in her dorm mirror.

As soon as she got to the party, her anxiety showed up as if on queue, making her feel as though something terrible would happen. Everywhere she turned, she felt claustrophobic, like people were out to hurt and judge her. She was worried that someone would try to drug anything she drank, that someone would try to grab at her inappropriately. Her ears only picked up on the nastier statements in conversations, making her worry that it was about herself, in her mind every laugh was aimed at her. She knew deep down that it wasn't but that didn't stop anything.

Eventually, she'd teared up while her breath felt short and her chest got tighter.

She'd run upstairs and dipped into the first room she came across - a girl's room so most likely Ezio's younger sister's.

(Y/n) had sat herself down in the corner by the window and curled herself up, hating herself for not being able to enjoy the party like everyone else. She clutched her jacket around her while she struggled for a breath that could satisfy her lungs that felt far too small for her body. Her head spun, her fingers tingling with pins and needles while her lower half felt numb.

The loud music blasting through the house, the bass rumbling deep through every particle it could, didn't help at all.

The floorboards outside the door creaked and (Y/n) prepared herself to get up and leave if some half-drunken strangers wanted the room. But the door opened to reveal the party's host - Ezio Auditore himself. He saw her sitting in the corner, struggling for air and quickly rushed over.

"Cazzo, bella, what happened?" He asked gently putting his hand on her upper arm, his other one resting on her knee.

"I can't breathe." She managed to get out desperately, her hand gripping onto his as though he were a lifeline, scared for her own safety at that moment.

Ezio didn't understand what was going on, was this a panic attack? An anxiety attack? He didn't know if they were the same thing or two entirely different occurrences.

"How can I help you?" He asked, quite scared himself. What had happened to make her this way? Had someone tried to do anything to her in his house? If so he was fully prepared to put him in his place. Growing up with his sister and his mother raised him with a deep respect for women.

"Just help me, help me-" her brain swam in a stormy sea of words, desperately fishing for a sentence, "pace my breathing. Breathe slow, let me follow" She managed through gasps of air.

Ezio placed his forehead against hers, cupping her face so that he had her undivided attention. He began taking in long breaths, holding them and then releasing them slowly while (Y/n) struggled to follow at first but soon managed to calm down. Her hands were trembling, holding his against her jaw, only just able to feel.

"Come on, let's get you off the floor." The Italian spoke, pulling away to stand up and sit on the edge of his sister's bed. The (h/c)-haired female brushed her hair back from her bloodshot (e/c) eyes before trying to stand up, only to find her legs failing her. She quickly attempted again, gripping onto the nightstand for support but her knees buckled under her weight. The dark haired male reached forward to pick her up bridal style, placing her down on the bed beside him.

"So, what happened? Did a guy try to do something to you? Santo dio, if anything like that happened under my roof-"

"It wasn't anyone. It's just me. I have anxiety, I was dragged along here by my friends and I just couldn't handle everything. Don't get me wrong it's probably a nice party but I just hate all parties." She mumbled, looking down as she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand.

The olive-skinned male furrowed his perfectly groomed brows in confusion, "You don't like parties?" He quizzed.

"Never have done probably never will do. I'm one to stay at home lounging around with a book or Netflix. I just don't like crowds and deafening music." She admitted.

"Do you like drinking?" He quizzed.

"Well maybe with a few friends but not going out to drink, no." She answered. By now, he was deeply intrigued - he'd never met anyone like that before and he wanted to get to understand why she was like this. He'd turned to bring his legs up on the bed, sitting cross-legged as he faced her.

"Dancing?" He questioned, hopeful for an answer similar to one he'd give.

"Again - only with friends, not in a place full of people." She replied, looking up at him curiously through her lashes.

"Damn, ok." He said. He was so extroverted that her introverted mannerisms perplexed him. "Why not?"

"It's the anxiety - I just find it difficult to have fun when I feel like everyone's judging me or doesn't want me there or wants to hurt me some way. It gets to a point where I can't handle it all and I just break down as I did there." She explained.

"But people don't mind if you're here, hell, they probably like seeing a new face." He reassured her.

"I know but my anxiety doesn't know that. It's like a stubborn little creature that's stuck in its ways, refusing to listen to reason and jumping at the slightest sense of danger." She laughed a little, not knowing how else to describe it. Ezio got another thought and decided to change the subject.

"What friends did you come with?" He asked.

"Anne, Mary, Aya and Kassandra." She answered.

"Well, Anne And Mary already got flat out drunk so Aya took them home and Kassandra's challenging the guys to arm wrestles but she's gonna pass out with a few more shots." He explained. "Do you have any way of getting back?"

"Oh I'll just walk, it's ok." She waved off. The honey-brown-eyed male shook his head in disapproval.

"Not this late at night in a short dress - the problem isn't you wearing the dress, it's how men see the dress and I'm sure you know what I'm getting at you're just very beautiful and look rather vulnerable. . ." He explained, feeling a little awkward.

"Oh. . ." She stopped to think, "I don't have anyone who can pick me up, could I stay here?" She quizzed. Ezio beamed a smile, his gentlemanly nature shining through.

"Of course." He spoke. "Do you want to wait out the party in my room? It's the only one with a lock and I'm sure you don't want anyone drunkenly jumping on you." He spoke as he stood up, leading her towards his room, "Believe me, it happened to my little sister once and I never heard the end of it. She's very cheeky, blackmailing me to do what she wanted so that she wouldn't tell our mother that I threw a party while she was gone." (Y/n) giggled a little while she walked along the corridor with him. He eventually led her to his surprisingly tidy room - tidy minus the clothes on the floor by the closet from where (Y/n) assumed he'd been picking out an outfit earlier on.

"Feel free to watch what you want on Netflix, get yourself comfortable, you can even wear one of my shirts if you like-" He winked, "-I'll treat you like my fidanzata while you're here." He paused in the doorway to flash a laddish smile, "I'll stay as sober as I can for you, I'm assuming you're not all that fond of drunk people." With that, he was gone and the lock was clicked from the other side despite not being designed that way - he must have turned it with a coin or something.

(Y/n) blushed a little while she sat on the edge of his bed. Did he not know that she took an Italian language class too or was he just flirting? She couldn't say that she didn't like the attention though - she was quite excited at the thought of sleeping in his bed. Was her little crush that she had on him previously developing into something a little more? She'd admire him at most chances and could imagine herself being with him but nothing ever happened because he never noticed her to show interest.

She sighed as she picked up the remote to his flat screen tv and put on one of her favourite period dramas: Medici. It was set in Florence during the renaissance following the Medici family and their influence.

She sat through half an episode before the itching at the back of her dress grew insufferable. She searched around the room for a pair of scissors to remove the label of the dress though quickly stopped her search after moving a shirt in the nightstand drawer to reveal a box of condoms. She really didn't fancy finding anything more personal so, with great reluctance, she removed her jacket, boots and dress and changed into one of Ezio's shirts. It was quite nice really, a plain shirt, a faded khaki green and the scent of his expensive cologne lingered on it. It almost reached her knees and felt ever so soft against her skin.

She laid back on the bed, exhausted from her attack earlier and let her head be embraced by the mass of soft pillows on his bed.

She found herself asleep by episode four.

Once everyone was chased out (or situated in the living room to sleep if passed out drunk), Ezio headed upstairs to his room, using the coin trick to unlock the door.

Netflix was still running on the tv and his mouth quirked up into a smile when he saw what she was watching. A popular show in Italy despite being English - yet it was all filmed in his home town, Firenze. He shut the door, locking it, then turned to face (Y/n).

Her hair was still up and her makeup a little smudged from turning in her sleep but he smiled at what she was wearing. What he said about the shirt had been hopeful thinking but it made him quite happy to see her like that.

He'd been wanting to settle with one girl for a while but most of them usually ended up being the same and ultimately not what he was looking for - girls who wanted to party and spend his money all while flirting with other men. . . It was unfortunate, really. There was a risk that he could clash with (Y/n), yes, but he was so intrigued by her and drawn to her beauty. Her arms were locked around one of his pillows, her body curled into it while her head nuzzled it occasionally.

Ezio smiled a little at how adorable she was while sleeping. He walked over to his closet to pick out some joggers to sleep in while he turned the television off.

As he was unbuckling his belt, (Y/n) stirred behind him, mumbling out: "Sicuro, sicuro. . . so che ti piace. . ." Turning in her sleep to lay on her back. Ezio's eyebrows shot up. Was she dreaming in Italian? Did she speak Italian? He knew that she was in his Italian history class but did she take the language too? How much did she know? Did she understand when he was half-joking about treating her like his girlfriend earlier?

Either way, his heart melted at hearing her (Y/o) lilted tone and he felt a little disappointed when she stopped talking again. Now dressed as he usually was for bed (shirtless with a pair of sweatpants on), he climbed in beside his guest, laying on his side to admire her. She let out a few incoherent mumbles every few minutes. She relaxed for a while before turning over to tuck her head under his chin, lacing a leg over his waist. He smiled a little at her sleeping habits before embracing her himself.

"Che cosa?" She muttered under her breath, "io-" she let out a huff before he felt her eyelashes brush against him and her breath caught in her throat. She pulled away a little to look up at him.

"Buona sera, bella." He teased. She quickly looked down at herself then up at him, beginning to realise that she had cuddled up to him in her sleep.

"Oh god, this is awkward, I'm sorry, I do weird shit in my sleep I-" Ezio cut her off with a melodious giggle, pulling her to his chest once more.

"It doesn't have to be awkward, it can't be awkward if we're asleep." He sighed against her hair, shifting a little when one of her hairpins poked painfully at his chin. (Y/n) attempted to calm her nerves. She'd never really been this close to a guy before and she most certainly wasn't denying that she was enjoying herself.

Her fingers trailed lightly over his toned chest as she wrapped her arm around him, nuzzling her head against his olive skin, hoping he couldn't feel her heart hammering in her chest. Perhaps being dragged along to that party wasn't so bad after all?

#ezio auditore #ezio auditore da firenze #ezio auditore x reader #ezio auditore/ reader #modern au #assassins creed i #ac ii #ac modern au #assassins creed modern au #party au

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vaguely-concerned · 5 years ago

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Some more mass effect andromeda thinky thoughts as I run around heleus getting some achievements!

- the murderous angaran ai is genuinely so fucking funny. “How are you feeling here on Aya?” “I hope you die” “Is there anything we could do to make you more comfortable?” “BURY THIS PLANET UNDER FIRE AND ASH” “o.oookay. Goodbye then.” “I HATE you.”

- I hope I never become irresistibly moved to write mass effect andromeda fic b/c there really is no other description for a good 70% of the expressions reyes makes than :> and how could one capture that in words

- as mentioned I’ve been doing a bit of achievement hunting and in the process I’ve been switching up a lot of gameplay stuff from how I handled it the first few times around and let me tell you it’s baller as fuuuuuuuuuck -- it just looks so awesome and is so satisfying between the maneuverability of the jetpack and biotic charge and the effects. special shoutout to what happens if you biotic charge a frozen victim enemy and the biotic pull/push combination. (throwing people around like ragdolls is actually so much fun I’ve kept doing it even after I unlocked the achievement lol)

- lol lol when you get meridian online there’s the montage of every planet coming back to life, right? well the one on kadara is from inside kralla’s song, with umi looking out at everything that’s happening. and all I can imagine is her jaded-ass voice going ‘what the fUCK did that asshole kid do now I only just cleaned up after the bar brawl he started with his krogan grandpa and now he’s rearranging the entire fucking planet right from under us goddess I need a drink’

- the implication that reyes ‘cards so close to my chest you won’t even know I’m playing’ vidal just does not shut up about how amazing ryder is to anyone who’ll listen gives me so much life. when you try to be mysterious and laidback but the human pathfinder is so fucking cute tho Y____Y (also go watch his scenes if you’re being standoffish with him the entire time -- he clearly wants ryder to like him so much right from the beginning, he’s doing so much work to no avail and I feel sort of bad for how funny I find it haha. interesting that it really does seem to be an emotional thing as well as y’know the practical/tactical benefits of having the pathfinder on his side. methinks the charlatan might be a bit lonely there behind all his masks lol)

I think this is why I’m willing to give him some benefit of the doubt too, despite all the cloak and dagger stuff -- he’s so immediately drawn to ryder, who you can never make a bad person, really. something in him must respond to that, if potentially only in the ‘attracted to traits I do not possess myself’ way hahaha

- I love sam. so so much. some of the open world implementation is still grating (yes sam. yes I know I can mine this area for resources through my mining interface. we’ve been doing this for a hundred hours sam. you’ve been right here with me the entire time sam. please sam), but he’s SUCH a good and I’d argue underutilized concept (emotionally at least) and the best boy. the fact that he can get SARCASTIC on you fsdhfjsadh he’s growing and learning! he’s doing so from inside your brain which is kind of unsettling but also SO COOL! there’s something about that level of intimacy, of always knowing there will be someone there with you in your head that is super interesting and deserves to be examined more fully -- both how it could be comforting and how it’s r e a l l y not how people or ai are generally designed to work lol.

he also gives us a unique link with our dad and I wonder if the writers would have explored that in more depth if there’d been more development time -- it practically SCREAMS out an invitation to get to play/see things from alec’s POV in short bursts, like the memories you unlock except you could go through playing it as him since sam is common to both of us. (see my ‘our dad comes back through either kett or remnant nonsense in the sequel and we need to find some way to connect with him’ idea. it would be. amazing. listen alec already looked at the ethical guidelines involved in creating ai and went ‘huh interesting ideas but not for me thanks!’, don’t tell me he wouldn’t have left some loophole in so this could happen)

- reyes literally says ‘the cavalry’s here’ when we get to meridian and I for one love him more than words can express (he also asks us if we’re okay in sort of a sweet/worried way right before we get to the control room. aw buddy)

- like we don’t think of them like that because we’re in control of them and see all the stumbles and awkwardness and how young they are all the time, but damn the ryder twins must look like something else to everyone in andromeda haha. they literally stride around like demigods restoring entire planets. on voeld spring non-metaphorically follows in their footsteps. shit dude if we’re talking realpolitik here the angara must feel p r e t t y nervous about this -- there’s no one saying they can’t turn off the vaults as easily as they turned them on. I hope we get them somehow teaching the angara how to do it too, on a smaller scale at least, as a show of good faith or something in a sequel, because that power imbalance is disconcerting

- I’m glad sam and I have such similar priorities whenever we’re on kadara. ‘maybe mr vidal would know. perhaps we should ask mr vidal about this. mr vidal said something relating to this pathfinder maybe we should speak to him’ . yeah sam i know the feeling, same (it does undeniably read as sam having a bit of a crush which is. hilarious?)

- the fact that alec ryder thought ellen responded to his bad boy act in any way when what really charmed her was that he was a great big nerd <3 it’s kind of nice to see a fictional marriage that seems to have just been. nice and stable and chill? just two intellectual equals who like and respect each other very much and not a lot of drama until alec went full alec and started developing rogue ai instead of watching his wife die lol. again I would love for the sequel to involve ellen finally waking up and being like ‘death? trying to claim MY husband? I do not think so, I can die he can’t he’s not leaving me behind’ and helping out and you realize that the reason they were soulmates was that under the relatively rational and unemotional surface they’re both, at heart, batshit crazy mad scientists who are insanely devoted to each other. imagine it tho! the people of andromeda realize alec ryder is back from the dead somehow and doing some Shit out there, they put a ton of resources into curing ellen’s disease because their best shot is something to do with the implants she made, hey presto we’ve got all ryders on the board and in play.

- just want to make it clear that I’m still sad about avitus rix and hope he’s having a good day

- do you think ryder ever asks sam to read something to him ‘aloud’ in his head if he’s anxious and can’t sleep. or just to talk at him about something boring until he nods off. again the possibilities inherent in the concept!!! he has someone who’s closer to him than any other person could be, what’s that like?

- *me sticking to my sidewinder pistol the whole playthrough even though it’s laughably inefficient* I just wanna feel like a cowboy bioware please work with me here

- the male ryder voice actor has such amazing comedic timing, there’s a lot of reaction stuff out in the field he absolutely nails. I enjoy the female voice too and I like how much emotion she manages to convey towards the end of the game especially, but there’s a casual comedy in male ryder’s voice that can’t be beat. (well, it’s not hawke levels, but then nothing ever is, that’s too much to ask)

- I love vorn and kesh so much. nerd krogans unite & make out

- I still want to sit peebee down and have a long serious talk with her about emotional abuse, maybe give her a hug :( fuck kalinda

- this game does not get enough credit for how stunningly beautiful it is, it all got buried under criticism about the animations and it’s a fucking shame. the last few vaults you go through are just mindboggling in scale and visual uh striking-ness. it makes me so sad to think there won’t be any more of it D:

- I really like this mainly casual + logical dialogue options ryder I’ve found; it makes him sound like a younger and more irreverent version of his father, but also softer and less closed off and much more willing to show affection for his family especially.

- i wonder if different people’s individual SAMs will take on a certain tone/unique pattern when they’ve coexisted long enough. have I mentioned. how much I want a sequel to this game

- one last reyes note because don’t look at me okay -- I wonder how much we’re meant to read into ‘being honorable never got me anywhere’. on the one hand I’m fully prepared to believe he’s never even tried doing anything the honorable way in his entire life lol but on the other there’s also some interesting potential in the interplay of that sentence and ‘to be someone’. (there seems to be a deep fear in him both of powerlessness and of being truly seen/recognized -- he equates secrecy with safety pretty explicitly -- which seems... telling? of what I don’t know but telling all the same hahaha) like he might be saying he’s tried doing things the ‘right’ way and it didn’t work and the price was too high, so he just went for this instead with the ends low-key justifying the means. hmmm. :Ia (this is what happens when I get Attached to a character with like an hour of screentime my friends, and I’m already primed to give my entire heart away at the sound of nicholas boulton’s voice)

#mass effect #mass effect andromeda #I'm sorry about this my brain just won't shut up about this suddenly so here we go #reyes vidal #meta

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saibh29 · 5 years ago

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The Truth in the Past (Part 1)

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Implied NSFW ( pretty vague), Messed up relationships

AN: New series starting now! I’ve found a bit of inspiration for Jay baby Halstead (oh I’ve also finally finished Minor Head Trauma, so after I edit should be posted tomorrow)

You’ve covered for your sister all your life to such an extent you don’t know anymore where she ends and you begin, or how to even stop a relationship that’s now more toxic than good.

******

Jay casually folded his arms back behind his head, propping himself up slightly in the bed. The thin sheet was pulled up just above his hips covering the fact that he was still very naked underneath. His blue eyes were focused on the scantily clad figure of the young woman currently pulling your smart black skirt into place over legs you’d only just put stockings back onto.

“So...” he started “…you ever think you’re gonna manage a full night?”

Your sharp y/e/c eyes glanced up at him from behind loose dark bangs. “Don’t push Jay,” you muttered finishing your skirt by pulling the zip at the side up to the top of the waistband.

“Push” he repeated softly “you think I’m pushing when after 6 months of doing this most nights you still insist in running off into the dark?”

Another glare “yeah I think your pushing” you snapped twisting to look round the room “Where is my bloody bra?” you hissed, your English accent normally soft and fairly unnoticeable got much thicker when you were angry.

Jay smirked and leaning over picked something up off the bedside table beside him holding up the offending purple lace article of clothing on one finger for you to see.

You snatched it off him silently before quickly clipping it back on then grabbing your blouse from the bottom of the bed you started to button it, pausing only to curse once more when you noticed that Jay hadn’t been too careful when ripping it off you, meaning you were missing more than a few buttons.

“Dammit Jay, this is the third one you’ve ruined. My clothes aren’t cheap”

“Send me a bill”

You ignored that, instead pulling off the ruined shirt and instead grabbing his navy flannel, you quickly buttoned it up and tucked the baggy ends into you skirt, it didn’t look great, but you weren’t out to make any fashion statements right now.

You then looked over at Jay; he was silent, waiting for you to answer his previous question no doubt. Sighing you raked a hand through your messy shoulder length hair.

“You know full well I can’t stay” you grabbed the pair of black stilettos and slipped your feet back into them.

Jay sat up as you stared down at him from the foot of the bed. Your hair was mussed from your previous activities, your lips were still slightly swollen and free of the normal gloss you wore, you had faint red marks on your jaw and neck from his stubble and even though he’d just had you he still wanted to rip that shirt straight back off you and pull you down beside him.

“I know you believe that you have to leave. Again.”

You bent down and leant your hands on the mattress so your face was level with his, reaching forward to press your lips to his once more.

“I’ll see you” you pushed yourself up once more and turned for the door to his bedroom. He could see the tension in your shoulders and even though he knew he shouldn’t do it, he found himself speaking again anyhow

“Y/N?”

You stopped but didn’t turn back around to face him, just stood with your hand on the handle of the door. “What?”

He could barely hear your voice, but somehow he was certain he’d heard the small stutter in your word. “Don’t leave”

This time you did turn around, your eyes meeting his and holding. He could see the indecision on your face, the overwhelming need to both run and stay.

“Come back to bed”

Eventually he saw the answer he didn’t want to on your face. Running had won and without another word your turned and fled. He heard the front door of his apartment open and close and then you were gone. Leaving nothing but the still slight warmth of your body on his sheets and the smell of your shampoo on his pillows.

******

You sat breathing deeply in the front seat of your car. You could still feel Jay’s hands on your skin; hear the whimpers he’d pulled from your throat.

It was getting harder and harder to leave him.

Which presented problems that you’d really rather not face at the moment. The first time it had happened, you’d told yourself that it would never happen again. You couldn’t make the mistake of allowing yourself to fall for the tall dashing detective. Somehow though no matter how much you told yourself it would never happen again, it always did, until now 6 months on you were in much deeper than you wanted to admit even to yourself.

The passenger side door of your car opened and an almost identical version of yourself slumped down into the seat.

You turned to stare at your sister Y/S/N. The only difference physically between the two of you was the length of your hair where yours was shoulder length with heavy bangs Y/S/N was long and wavy.

“Your late Y/S/N” you said hitting the ignition of the car.

Y/S/N smiled and leaning over tugged on the neckline of your way too big shirt, it obviously didn’t belong to you.

“And you’ve been doing something naughty” she teased. “You bedded the detective again huh?”

You smacked your sister’s hand away with a scowl. “You still have a feather in your hair” was your only response.

Y/S/N just smirked as she flicked the mirror down and picked the feather out of her hair. Closing the compact without checking any other part of her reflection.

“Still haven’t fessed up about me either, have you?”

You sighed and wrenched the car around a tight corner. “We’re not that close”

“You’ve been there almost every night this week Y/N. Trust me you’re close”

Your mouth tightened as you gripped hard to the steering wheel.

“Would it really be so bad? to just admit you like him and let yourself go for once?”

“What like you do?” you snapped. The words coming out before you could check them. You instantly felt guilty though as y/s/n fell silent. She sighed heavily “I’m sorry Y/S/N there was no reason for that”

“You know, what I do isn’t that bad Y/N” she said softly “I know I screwed up before, and I know you covered my arse, but do I really still embarrass you so much you have to ruin your life over me?”

You shook your head. It wasn’t just your sister anymore. She wasn’t the reason you were hiding from Jay. You could at least admit that to yourself.

“You don’t embarrass me Y/S/N”

She snorted this time, as the car pulled to a stop outside the apartment the two of you shared. “Sure I do. Its why I’ve never met a single one of the people you work with, why I don’t meet your friends and why most of the people in your life don’t even know you have a twin”

You opened your mouth to deny it, but the words wouldn’t come out. Your sister hadn’t ever met anyone you worked with or many of your friends and to deny that was unfair to her. At first it had been because you were embarrassed about what your sister was, about what you yourself had been, now though you weren’t so sure what it was that kept you silent.

“I’m sorry Y/S/N”

She shrugged her slender shoulders. “Don’t be”

You stayed sat in the car as you watched your sister walk up to the front door of your apartment building and disappear inside.

There was no denying that your life was getting far too complicated for its own good. One lie led straight to another and soon enough everything was going to tumble down on you. Maybe your sister was right, you should take a chance and tell Jay the truth.

****

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lucyintheskywithtemplars · 5 years ago

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AC: Ragnarok--no, that’s a Thor movie--Valhalla!

Okay! So. I was in a teleconference today (because the one thing that hasn’t shut down during this pandemic is Construction, Especially of Hospitals) when Ubisoft did their Thing. So I missed it. But now: time to watch the trailer.

(I did get to passively, distractedly watch the art thing yesterday they did on twitter, but all I got from it was pretty landscapes and silhouette of a Big Guy, so aside from the Ubisoft AC Special (TM), and VIKINGS, I don’t know what I’m about to see. Huzzah!)

Disclaimer: I tried to keep my language clean, but that failed at some point

Bullet points, go!

1. So.... that’s looking to be a fairly burly guy. Or at least very well armoured.

2. If there is no option to play as a lady this time I will S C R E A M and then promptly wage internet war (no I won’t). Kass spoiled me, you can’t take that away from me, Ubisoft!

3. A priestess woman... is she our female playable character?

4. It’s taken me until now to figure out that the voice over narration is an actual character speaking and not just... a random voice over narrator.

5. LOL the narration is all about how they kill indiscriminately and of course Ubisoft pairs that with a “oh look at this woman and her child(ren?), let’s allow them to run away from the fighting and violence and not kill them” and I mean. This is AC of course they’re going to make their protag / protag’s people look good, so I’m not surprised, and knowing that this is a character narration means it’s propaganda to some degree (Templaaaaars!). I’m just. You’re really going out of your way to show where the lines are drawn, but in the most subtle manner you can manage, eh?

6. I gotta say: that switch from actual battle to play fighting and training with the fam? That’s a nice transition. Almost as good as the ones for the Origins Theatrical Trailer (all caps, because that? Is the shit. Still my favourite. Leonard Cohen! Bayek! Aya/Amunet! Egypt! Cleo and Caesar and did I say Bayek! And SENU, MY LOVE <3 <3 <3 <3 <3).

7. I didn’t bother to look up what year (decade) this is set in exactly, but I’m going to assume it’s pre-Christianization of the Scandiwegian countries/lands, so that means A) this is probably not going to have a happy ending, and B) my immediate reaction of KING JOHN! WHERE IS ROBIN HOOD? Is way off base

8. Guy in the background is reminding me of what’s his face from ACII. Damn it. I remember Savonarola, but not him. The Gonfallioniere (sp?). I’m recording all of my thoughts trying to remember this fool’s name because it’s bugging me so much I SHOULD KNOW IT. Um. What’s his face. The Betrayer. That guy. Getting those same vibes from Mister Background For The King. (An eminence grise?)

9. AAAAAAND... BATTLE! This is feeling like that one mission in AC3, where they tricked us into thinking we could do the same thing in actual play as Connor did in the trailer. THAT’S WHAT I’M FEELING, I am Worried. Not super stealthy to be front and centre in a giant free for all!

10. (I say like the entire premise of this game isn’t VIKINGS. What do I know)

11. WHAT IS THAT FLORENTINE LAWYER GUY’S NAME?????

12. So the... leader? Chief? Head honcho? The dude gets taken out and the guy-who-is-I-guess-our-boy just lobs that... axe? Very nice.

13. A hooded person! So maybe we actually ARE being stealthy? Is that our boy/girl?

14. No, my bad, that was just fucking god. (KASS? IS THAT YOU?)

15. “Odin is with us!” Well, that was definitely our standard bird of prey that just took off (I’m including Corvids in this--I just 100% typo’ed that as “Covid”, I’ve Pavlov’d my fingers apparently). So random hooded person who is Not Odin what is wrong with you is... maybe probably our boy/girl? Nice. And dude who is speaking is not?

(15.2. I have to admit, I’m on my second watch, and I’m still having trouble keeping track of who is who between each scene. Is the guy who meets the priestess and gets blood markings the same one we see talking? Is it the leader who gets shanked in the battle? Is it someone else entirely? I don’t know! I’m just going to assume that we’re focusing on the guy who speaks during the battle because of Reasons From Further Points.)

16. No, seriously, what is that fool’s name from Florence? Damnit.

17. Dude-on-a-horse! ...I’m assuming you’re the guy from the scene with the King. And now you’re on a horse! With a... giant of a man beside you. (Ser Gregor Clegane, is that you?)

18. Holy shit it might be, I want a normal person to stand beside both Mister Mountain and our boy, how big are you guys????? Height, muscle, mass, weight, armour, all of the above? The scales for these people look. So weird.

19. Mario Kart 64 had the battle rounds for two or more players? And when you selected it there was that (Luigi?) voice clip that said, “Battol!” Yeah, I definitely heard that when our boy faced off with Mister Mountain.

20. NOT LOOKING TOO HOT THERE, P.O.V. CHARACTER, MAYBE YOU NEED A LITTLE HELP FROM YOUR HOODED FRIEND?

21. HA! HELP GRANTED AND--

22. YOU ARE FUCKING KIDDING ME. Now I need to go back and rewatch and see if I can pick up on that bracer from earlier scenes. (And over the back of the hand? Definitely a follow through Origins then.)

23. THE SHIT. IS THIS.

24. !!!!!!!! ALBERTO UMBERTI! YOU FUCKER I FORGOT YOUR NAME!!!! Anyway.

25. But yeah, I was really hoping for some kind of surprise stealth kill like the arrow storms from Brotherhood, but... this works? I guess? I DON’T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS.

26. I lied--I know exactly how I feel about this. Very... RPG-ish, more God of War than AC. I’m probably going to enjoy it anyway because I do enjoy God of War, but since this is supposed to fit in the timeline between Origins and ACI (Altair! It’s been too long, I’ve missed you, your arrogant prick), I was kind of hoping for something that leaned more towards the stealth of Altair (except for when I’m playing the game) and less the knock-em-down, drag-em-out brawling of Odyssey.

On the other hand, our boy (and hopefully lady!) goes a-viking, so. I don’t know why I thought it might be anything different?

27. I didn’t comment on the music but! This sounds familiar! It has a very Woodkid-vibe to it, but without being Woodkid (I think?????). And lots of sound effects, of course, so I’m going to have to look this up to get a proper feel for it. It just sort of... faded into the background except in one or two spots, and I know that’s what you want for good sound mixing, but this is a trailer, not a feature length film, I want to hear the song. I’m assuming it was chosen for a reason, I’d like to be able to tell what that reason is.

(27.2 They actually used a song from Jonsi for the Black Flag trailer, and since Sigur Ros is from Iceland this might have been the better time to use it... oh! Wait I can just go look up if they have a track similar to this. Exciting!) (I apologize for the lack of proper spelling there, I’m fighting with my keyboard to make it type English characters properly, let alone ones that my computer considers “special” characters :\ )

Thoughts: Okay, well, one trailer and me otherwise ignoring all the rumours for AC means I have nothing solid to really form an opinion about. Aside from A+++++ animation quality, Ubisoft, you never fail in that department. (Game quality and glitches, on the other hand... I still remember Arno’s L’Oreal commercial, Ubisoft,)

I’m excited to see northern Europe and the British Isles in game form! It might be the only form of travelling I get to do in the next few months. ...even though this is supposed to be out just before New Years?

I said just above that I had Thoughts on how the story would be bridged between Origins and ACI, and I still do, but I’m intrigued to see where and how Ubisoft is going to take this and play with it. I also need to check and see if they’ve confirmed a timeline/decade/year that this takes place in, so I can go pour over all the history from that time period. ...and maaaaaaybe we’ll get to go see Constantinople when it was Constantinople and before it became Istanbul during Ezio’s lifetime (ish)?

AC: Revelations: fighting with Jannisaries. AC: Valhalla (DLC?): fighting as a Varangian Guard (the sort-of precursor to the Jannisaries)

A girl can dream, right?

#meco livefails ACV #HA #I DON'T NEED TO COME UP WITH A ANOTHER WAY TO WRITE THE ACRONYM!#SUCCESS!#ACO and ACOdy kept messing me up lbr #anyway #I might post my Thoughts about bridging ACO to ACV later #and yes #it really did bother me that much that I couldn't remember Umberti's name #I'm still not 100% sure that's right #but I can't actually be assed to look it up #assassin's creed #assassin's creed valhalla

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isolaween · 5 years ago

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

At 7 PM, all guests are waiting anxiously. Some are excited, others are nervous, but everyone wonders what will happen now. It's only been a few minutes since the lights went off, but it feels like an eternity.

And then... Golden butterflies, just like those idly flying around, begin to amass at the top of the staircase leading to the second floor. They form a true cloud, which dissolves to reveal none other than the silhouettes of tonight's noble hosts. They wear costumes inspired by 1980's fashion, just fitting for their own temporal origin. And as expected, they start the festivities with the most iconic sentence:

<"HAAAAAPPYYYYYY HALLOWEEEEEEN!!!! AAAAAAAND TRIIIIICK OOOOR TREEEEEEEEAT!!!!">

The lights turn on once again in a burst, as several magical figures, servants of the Ushiromiya family, pop into existence either on the staircase or floating above it, as they bright forth a wave of applause. The spotlights highlight the Golden Witch and the Endless Sorcerer the most, as the latter grabs a microphone to start their presentation.

"Good evening, Spirale City! I hope you folks are ready for a truly spooooky night, where the world of humans and the world of witches comes into contact with each other!"

Then, Beato took the microphone. "There is no need to be afraid, however. This is an once-a-year moment, where the grotesque, the weird, the supernatural, can exist freely, without being afraid of the limitations humans bring to them. This is a night of joy, after all."

"And speaking of limitations, that includes the temporal restrictions fashion imposes to us on a daily basis. This year's theme for our guests' costumes is a Chrono Celebration! No matter whether you came from ancient times or the most distant future, show off your time period's culture and style with pride! I hope to see many people joining this fun. Ihihi!"

"Of course, we wouldn't be so cruel to expel you if you choose to go for another path in your fun. But if you have even the tiiiiniest change of heart about it, check the rooms to the hall's right, where a costume room can be found. Alternatively, you could ask the makeup crew's assistance to make you look like a monstrous being straight from Hell! *Cackle**cackle**cackle*!!"

“Beato, please, we have children here.” He whispers to her ear, before coughing and returning his attention to the audience. “A-Anyway, that is not our only attraction! To your left, you’ll find the parlor, where a karaoke system is set up on the TV. Just ask Hieda no Akyuu (@ninthmiare), who is overseeing it, to help set you up and go have fun singing your lungs out with friends!”

A spotlight shone upon Akyuu over this mention of her, as it would do for any other person mentioned during their speech. “Of course, if you feel like that is too cheerful for a Halloween Party, you can just wait a bit later. Once we hit 11 PM, Akyuu will move to the dinner room, where a ghost story sharing session will start! Bring on your scariest tales, or read some of the material provided to us by a partner of ours-” Beatrice summons business cards for Owl’s Books to everyone’s hands, much like the cards present at the gift baskets, with info about all the partner businesses that collaborated with the party. “-for maximum fright!”

“Those who’d rather partake in a more physical activity can go up the second floor, where Emma (@gracefieldorphan) and Jon K. are responsible for carrying out a hide-and-seek game! It’s open for all ages, so don’t be afraid to join!”

“And for people who’d rather enjoy tonight in a more intellectual manner, we’ll ask you to go all the way up to the third floor. A escape room game shall await those who dare take the challenge. I hope none of you will bore our dear Piper Elenmin (@shadowedstep) with boring reasonings!”

“Lastly, we shall have an ample selection of musical attractions throughout the whole party! Starting at 19:20, we have Ultimate Pianist Kaede Akamatsu (@pureryudo) and famous idol Rise Kujiwawa (@wavesang)! Next, at 20:10, we have the idol duo of Sayo Hikawa (@heroicadvents) and Aya Maruyama (@ayasashi)!!”

“Check in at 21:00 for the spetacular presentation of fellow cute blondes, Rin Kagamine (@rightreflection) and Klavier Gavin (@rockstarprosecutor)! By 21:50, it’ll be time for yet another idol to join us, the versatile GUMI (@mozeik)!!”

“If you’d rather listen to other sorts of music besides singing, just wait until 22:40. First, we’ll have Ecaterina Ciobanu (@unulales) bringing some creepy tunes with her violin! Next, it’ll be the time for Midvalley (@midvalley-the-hornfreak) to captivate us with a saxophone show at 23:30!”

“Music shall accompany us until the end of this magical night. After the stroke of midnight, Dorothea Arnault (@chanteuser) will bring us to a night in the opera, exactly at 00:20! And to end the service, we shall have I-no (@sinfoniette) going feral with her guitar! Huh huh, I can’t wait to have all of you relieving my boredom with your sweet tunes!!”

“Ihihihihi! I think we all will, dear!” Battler says amused, before pulling a more serious face. “....Before we end it for tonight, though, I need to give you folks a general warning. This is meant to be a funny evening, with nothing but positive vibes here. Light hearted pranks are fine, but violence of any sort will not be tolerated. See these?” He points to a golden butterfly flying around. “They’re directly linked to Beato and I’s minds. If any of you try pulling anything ‘funny’ that would disrupt the party, we will know.”

“And the consequences for such violations of our hospitality will be dire.” Beato adds. “We have a strong security team. We trust them to be able of handling most rumbuctious folks. If you insist on offering resistance, however, goat butlers will appear around you and immobilize you. If that doesn’t suffice, we have our higher ranked furniture, such as the Seven Stakes of Purgatory or the Chiester Sisters, to deal with such elements.”

“And if even after all that, you insist on spoiling people’s fun...” Battler raises his hand, where a small glass-like Fragment appears. “You will be sent to this Time-Out Fragment until the end of the party. It’s pretty much a pocket dimension, so don’t think you can escape if it gets to this.”

As soon as he finished that, Battler broke into a happy smile and clapped his hands. “So, I hope everyone enjoys the party! Thank you to everyone who came, and to everyone that helped and is helping us right now! Oh, and a last thing. If any of you gets hurt or feels ill, check the medical room, where you’ll receive due treatment. That is it for now!”

With that, Battler and Beatrice teleported away from the staircase, freeing the way up. They must be somewhere in the crowd now, as they wish to enjoy the party as everyone else...

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(Hello, everybody! This is Battler-mun talking. Welcome to the first edition of Isolaween! Following the tradition of C*ttaween, this party will last ICly from October 4h, 7 PM, to October 5th, 2 AM. These are very special dates for the Umineko fandom, which is why the party happens this early.

OOCly, the party will last from this post’s bublishing time, which should be midnight of October 4th (Isola time) to midnight of October 11th (Isola time), unless the mods request us to end it earlier. You can obviously continue threads related to the party until then, but make sure to publish your starters and opens before end time! And remember: use the tag #isolaween2k19 so we and everyone else can see your interactions at the party!

Below are maps of the mansion, so you folks have an spacial reference on where each room is in relation to the others:

As mentioned in the text, there will be musical presentations during this period, which will consist of drabbles written by the collaborative muns. The OOC dates for each presentation is below, so keep a look at these blogs at the corresponding day:

- Kaede and Rise: 10/4

- Sayo and Aya: 10/5

- Rin and Klavier: 10/6

- GUMI: 10/7

- Ecaterina: 10/8

- Midvalley: 10/9

- Dorothea: 10/10 (Around midday)

- I-no: 10/10 (Evening)

The rules of the festivities have already been well laid ICly, so I won’t repeat myself here. Just let’s try keeping things positive during the party, ok? Any doubt just ask either me (@ingoldentent) or Beato-mun (@goldenless) And above all, let’s have fun! Now excuse me while I go download Ciconia…)

#isolaween2k19 #isola news

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migleefulmoments · 6 years ago

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I'm a psych major - i seriously believe that the CC fandom is a cult - the hate they send is cult like mentality, they have something seriously wrong with them. Like mentally. I wouldn't be surprised if one of them got arrested for harassment of C or D or their partners.

Come off anon and chat with me...there is a lot to unpack and I won’t do it publicly.

There is definite some mental health issues for in that fandom. I too keep wondering how far they will push it. If not them, will some follower of theirs do something stupid because they are emboldened by the rhetoric that the ccc leaders spew?

Whether the anons are real or the leaders of the ccc are sending anons to themselves-or it’s a combination of both- is unclear to me, what I do know is that the answers they are giving are consistently and purposefully misleading and often outright lies.

Two recent examples of their outrageous lies;

1. ANON::

“...have u seen naya say on the podcast that C was actually upset about santana's rant to kurt in that episode... because it was so real? it really makes u think that there was for sure one writer thay really did have it out for chris...

ajw720 answered:

That rant was 100% directed at C and it was divined by RM. He is raging with jealousy towards C, he has everything, looks, talent, creativity, and D. And things completely feel apart when RM realized C was genuine competition. You realize Blainofsky was punishment to CC for acting out that past summer? He literally broke up the fan favorite couple on the show during the last season for revenge. And he despises C in particular. And that rant was not aimed at K/urt. It was aimed at C. And I am glad N/aya commented on it, I can’t imagine how she felt being used on that manner.

FACT CHECK:

Had she spent 2 minutes Googling this she would have realized that fact Brad Falchuk-not Ryan Murphy- wrote Jagged Little Tapestry thus invalidating her entire theory.

Everything she said about Ryan Murphy in this paragraph is simply her fantasy. Ryan is a very successful and powerful Hollywood writer, producer, and director. He is also gay and married with young children and Is a powerful LGBQT advocate. His youngest son waged a 2-year battle with Neuroblastoma from 2016-2018. Neuroblastoma is a vicious form of childhood cancer that requires intense treatment. I used to be an pediatric oncology/bone marrow transplant nurse and this cancer and treatment is no joke.

Ryan Murphy is very creative- he created and wrote episodes of Glee, 911, and Nip/Tuck, AHS, ACS, and the upcoming The Politician. Check out his IMDB (X).

He has won numerous awards and nurtured a lot of queer content including Pose which hired both LGBTQ actors and staff making it highly unlikely that he would closet a gay actor.

She suggested Ryan is jealous of Chris because of his “looks” and his relationship with Darren. There is nothing to suggest that Ryan is unhappy in his married, his attracted to much younger or is attracted to Chris and/ Darren. Ryan called his husband, “His rock” in 2018 when talking about their son’s illness.

Abby ignores Ryan’s real life story, instead because it doesn’t fit her fanfiction character profile she created for Ryan.

2. ANON:

“....is it a known fact to the whole fandom that f/etusm/iarren is M/ia ?” (X)

chrisdarebashfulsmiles answered:

Hi, you know, i think (my opinion) that m/iarrens are ignoring purposely this fact. Like.. they have seen everything happening or showed here and decided to say “hey, you know? i don’t care”. Like they do with everything that is not part of the “D is straight” tale.

Let’s say that most of us have an idea about who the minions are (if they exists and i think i can tell you that maybe one is a real person)… but it’s irrelevant.

The account still exists because, and believe me i don’t know how this is possible, the stans who follow that account are more “m/ia stans” (the ones that bother us on our blogs and in blogs dedicated to hate and mock us) than “D stans. Let me tell you one thing: i speak with a good bunch of “m/iarren” that are D stans and we are on the same page, we worry for D. No talk of bullshit with them. Most of them understood that something wasn’t ok and they left their fandom, without becoming part of the cc one. Others are still here but more subtle and still respectful.

And I see why: because they want to understand what is wrong.

Anyway: D’s team gives her stuff, and this is one of the problem.

FACT CHECK:

In truth, there are very few “Mia stans” and a lot of “Darren stans”. The CCCers refuse to listen to what their anons actually say. Instead they pigeon-hole people into categories based on their own needs and they need us to be unreasonable and obsessed with Mia rather than Darren for their self-righteous antics to work.

Nobody that I am aware of is purposefully ignoring credible evidence that Darren is gay. None of us are looking at the “evidence “ and saying “hey, we don’t care”. The fact is that very few people care if Darren is gay or straight and the “evidence” is nonsense. I have yet to year one thing that sounds credible. Anyone else?

I did a very rudimentary look her claim that “The account still exists because, and believe me i don’t know how this is possible, the stans who follow that account are more “m/ia stans” than “D Stans”. I sampled 280 Fetu/sMiarr/en followers:

The vast majority were private accounts aka we cannot say why they are interested in the account.

4 or 0.1% called themselves Mi/arrens

10 or 3.5% listed Kl/aine or Gle/e in their profile

15 or 5.3% listen Darre/n or posted photos of him alone

1 or 0.03% was a Guns ‘N Hoses page DING DING DING we found the Mia Stan.

Darren’s team gives her stuff? What exactly would Darren’s team need to give her? She is his wife. She goes everywhere with him. they own a home and bar together.

Chrisdarebashfulsmiles had a rare moment of honestly when she said “Believe me I don’t know how this is possible”. The truth is. it isn’t possible. it’s all made up.

Abby stuck her nose in to the conversation with this wisdom:

ajw720

And a lot of the stans who refuse to accept it, need M because she is the only thing that makes d straight. And they know as soon as they start to question, they have to face reality

Um, no Abs, Mia is not the only thing that makes Darren straight.

Darren is straight because he is a man who is sexually attracted to women....the very definition of “straight”.

Darren has identified as straight for 9 years.

Your confusion around his sexual orientation is simply your refusal to respect his word because you believe you know more than he does about his own feelings-however that isn’t a valid argument.

His marriage to Mia is a personal decision to build a life with the woman he loves and has been in a relationship with for 9 years or so.

Let’s look at Darren’s own words over the years:

2011 'Glee' Star Darren Criss Comes Out—As A Straight Guy!(X)

"I think it's more empowering to everybody, including myself, if I'm articulate about identifying myself as a straight male playing a gay character," the actor says in the Hollywood issue of Out magazine. "Ultimately, that's more powerful for both communities."

When Criss first got the role of Blaine, he admits that he wanted to deflect questions about his sexual orientation, giving reporters answers like, "It doesn't matter if I'm gay or straight." But he decided that it was better if he was just honest and straightforward. Besides, he explains, he owes a huge part of his identity to gay role models.

2011 “Glee Star Darren Criss Dishes on Kissing Lea Michele & Losing Out To Cory Monteith (X)

I’ve been pretty overt about the fact that I am straight,” Darren told Billy and Kit. “I think it’s an important thing to be explicit about — not for my own sexuality, but just as a general statement that I am comfortable with my sexuality and very comfortable with the fact that I’m playing a strong gay character.”

2013 Cosmo Guy” Darren Criss On Glee’s New Chapter (X)

Q: You're not gay; you just play gay on TV. Do you ever feel the need to assert your heterosexuality?

A: No. I know who I am. I feel bad for guys who have to flex their muscles. But hey, if that's the way to make yourself feel comfortable as a man—as long as it isn't antagonizing anybody—go for it. I'm okay with your getting a Miata to feel like a dude; just don't be a dick about it.

Darren Criss Will No Longer Play Gay Characters (X)

Darren Criss has decided that he will no longer play gay characters. Why? Because he doesn’t want to be a straight actor taking potential roles from actors who actually identify as gay, he said in a recent interview with Bustle.

“There are certain [queer] roles that I’ll see that are just wonderful,” he explained. “But I want to make sure I won’t be another straight boy taking a gay man’s role.”

2018 Darren Criss on Playing Serial Killer Andrew Cunanan in ACS: Versace and Passing as White (X)

You’ve also played a lot of gay and queer characters. Has playing these parts informed how you think about your sexuality or gender? That’s a great question. God, we need like an hour. Sure, yes. Absolutely. It definitely has. I think being queer in general evokes more self-questioning than somebody who’s cisgender straight, because you really have to explore a lot of things about yourself that are meeting resistance on conventional social levels. So you have to go, “Okay, cool. Is this really how I feel?” There are questions that arise within yourself that doesn’t have to happen if you live in a hetero-normative universe. So in that sense, I think the journey of questioning oneself, which everybody does anyway — and should do— I admire that narrative. Even though I am not gay myself, or queer, I am a storyteller, and I love and appreciate the strength of character it takes for someone to get through that, whether it was difficult or not. I’ve been very blessed in my career with being allowed in the gay community. Again, as a cisgendered straight dude, that’s not lost on me. I don’t take that for granted. It’s been such a huge part of my life, even pre-Glee. I come from San Francisco doing theater, man. Like, I was raised by gay men. Not literally at home, but you know, as a young kid doing theater, my friends were these men and women in their 20s, driving me home and getting me dinner. These were my adult figures in my life, so unconsciously I’ve always had such affection for the life, whatever that means. So I guess inhabiting a gay voice is important to me because it’s a voice that I find inspiring.

These are just two of the many lies the cc fandom tell their followers in order to manipulate them into believing the fantasies that means much to them.

#cc #ccer #ccers #cc family #cc blog #ccc #CrissColfer Cult #cc fandom #crisscolfer #darren criss #mia swier #Ryan Murphy #Darren is straight

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eternityunicorn · 6 years ago

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Elijah’s Eternity: New Orleans - Part Twenty One

Author: eternityunicorn

Genre: Romance/Drama/AU

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Warnings: Violance, Smut (*Smut chapters marked +18)

Summary: Sequel to the AU Elijah’s Eternity - Ten years have passed, a mournful Elijah has finally started to move on without his lady. In that time, he has gained a reunited family and has also found a new lady love. Yet, all is not well as danger comes for the smallest member of the Mikaelson family: Hope, and it prompts Niklaus to call upon the white goddess, drawing her back into Elijah’s life. As they reunite, can Elijah really say he’s truly moved on?

NOTE: OC and original elements are from my up and coming novel series!

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The Kirin Shrine was a well hidden place, deep within the forests of Mount Kurama. There was a great, long staircase that lead up the modest place of worship that doubled as Kaname’s home, and at the top of the stairs was the large red torii gate that one had to pass through to get to the shrine. Beyond that was the water basin where worshipers would purify themselves before going on to the main building of the shrine to pray to the gods.

Though this was the traditional use of a Shinto shrine, Kaname’s home wasn’t quite a place of worship. No, that was only a cover. Instead, Eternity’s cousin secretly helped the desperate, whom dared to make the long and dangerous journey to the shrine, in order to ask her, sometimes plead with her, to heal their illnesses or even resurrect their dead. The latter was something that the miko reserved for any children brought to her by grieving parents, who took a great risk to even bring the corpses to the Kirin Shrine.

Kaname told Elijah all this as they climbed the stone steps to the shrine, but he was rather distracted by the loss of his lady to the unknown. She was missing, out there somewhere, beyond his reach and it killed him to be so helpless to aid her, to even find her. He found it was difficult to breathe, not knowing where Eternity was or if she was in need of him.

Yet, her cousin remained completely unfazed by her unknown plight. She was ever confident that the immortal queen would be back soon, unharmed and victorious against whatever or whomever had taken her.

“Do not worry, Mr. Mikaelson,” Kaname reiterated once they had reached the top of the stairs and were heading to the main house. “You will see your lady soon.”

“How do you know?” He asked her softly.

Kaname turned back to grin at him, “Because I have bore witness to Her Majesty’s might a time or two. I have seen with my own eyes, just what she is capable of - the wonders she can achieve. I have faith in her abilities, as should you, sir, especially if you truly love her.”

“I do love her,” he said defensively.

“Then have faith,” she responded quickly. “Besides, this turn of events gives us a chance to speak. I wish to ensure you are nothing like the last husband. I won’t let my cousin make the same mistake twice.” A dark scowl crossed her face briefly, before it faded away as swiftly as it came as she looked back at him.

Elijah shoved his hands into his pants pockets at Kaname’s pointed look of which she then gave him. He didn’t like the idea of being thought of as being similar or the same as Loki. He was nothing like that maddened fool, whom no doubt was responsible for Eternity’s disappearing act just now. That was what worried him the most - that she was at the Trickster’s mercy.

“To begin, let me say that even before Eternity told me, I knew who you were, Mr. Mikaelson,” Kaname told him in all seriousness. “I have heard the tales of the Originals; the bloodbaths, the killings, the mayhem, the destruction. Though much of that is contributed to your siblings, you are certainly not innocent; killing, maiming, torturing whomever dares to threaten your family or who is a means to an end for whatever reason you deem necessary.

“You are as cruel and monstrous as your more notorious siblings, particularly Niklaus Mikaelson. Yet, you pretend to be of civility with your suits and your candor. Surely, my cousin has seen all this, but she still fell in love with you. Why is that?”

Elijah’s eyes narrowed on the miko, unsure as to where she was going with her words.

“Ah, I know,” she carried on with a smile. “There is a measure of light in you, buried beneath the darkness of your monstrous ways. Like your siblings, there is a chance for redemption, for change - to be better than you are. Instead of remaining creatures of darkness, you lot can rise into the light and use the burden of being made into vampires for good.

“Yes, you are capable of great evil, but like every creature, there is also a capability for good. That is what drawn her to you, Mr. Mikaelson. My cousin saw the possibility for a better life for you, under her guidance, through her love. She understood that the monster was just one part of you and that there was more to you than the cold-blooded killer, who will protect his family, no matter the cost or who has to die.”

“You have heard a lot and haven’t doubt just scrolled through my mind for the rest of your information. So what is your point, if you don’t mind me asking?” Elijah finally interjected.

Kaname shrugged and then grinned, “My point is that despite your faults, your past, your darker nature, you are certainly better than that madman Loki.” She gestured for him to follow her, “Come along, sir, and you can regale me with the epic love story between yourself and my cousin. It’ll pass the time until your lady returns.”

Not seeing he had any other choice, Elijah followed the priestess into her house, after he had taken off his shoes at the door as was custom, of course. He sat in the common room with her while she prepared some tea magically. They sat on the floor with a low set table between them. It was very much in the tradition of Japanese hospitality, as was to be expected from someone whom lived there, presumably for their entire lives.

Elijah told her everything that had happened since Eternity’s arrival into his life a decade ago. He told her about the reason for their meeting, along with their first chat at that little diner in that sleepy town in Maine. He spoke of how awestruck he had been by her very presence, of the ethereal glow and the way all stopped to stare at her shining grace. He told Kaname of how quickly he fell for her, and how she returned his affections in kind. He spoke of Niklaus and his little brother’s alliance with Loki, how Eternity had persuaded him to help his brother in his attempts to squash a witch rebellion.

The Original told of the road trip across the American country, of the boy they saved, of the Blood Rose Club, of the kind Mitchells, and everything in between. He also told her of the end, of Eternity leaving him at that Californian hotel in fear for his safety against Loki, who had chased after them all the way, on their journey - along with Niklaus.

From there, Elijah emotionally spoke of the decade of misery without Eternity. He told Kaname how he felt lifeless, how it had been difficult to even breathe, how he grew darker, more vicious, colder. He told of his attempts to move on, but it had been impossible. Speaking of these things made his current worry for Eternity all the worse.

“I can’t lose her again,” he said to Kaname when the story had concluded, whom had been patiently listening to his tale all the while. “Eternity is my other half, almost literally. I need her like I’ve never needed another.”

Before the miko could respond, another figure showed up.

“Well, isn’t that touching,” called Aya from the doorway, setting both Elijah and Kaname on guard. “It seems I miscalculated and intervened too late to put you down for good back there, Elijah. It must be wonderful to have such friends in high places.” She gazed indifferently at Kaname briefly, before returning her eyes unto him.

Elijah was on his feet immediately, feeling rather vengeful at the sight of his old flame - the very one that was responsible for his lady’s disappearance, and that of Fenrir. “Where are Eternity and Fenrir?” He growled. “If you do not tell me -.”

Aya laughed cruelly, “You’ll what? Kill me? A little late, I think. Though, it wasn’t your by hand that I met my most welcomed end, but Hayley’s. All because you didn’t have the gall to do it yourself, if I recall.”

He glared at the apparition, just as Kaname came to stand beside him.

“You do not belong here, evil spirit,” the miko said calmly, with authority. “Be gone!”

Aya didn’t disappear upon her words. In fact, the ghostly figure only smiled at her, “The thing is, you are not the only one with friends in high places. I too have allies with greater power than anyone on Earth.”

“...Loki,” ground out Elijah, knowing exactly who she was working for.

The spirit didn’t seem very surprised that he already knew to whom she referred. In fact, she looked knowingly smug. “Yes, and if you do not renounce this marriage, I fear my associate will have no choice, but to inform the madman Bruno where he can find his prize - the young Hope Mikaelson. Surely the powerful tribrid will be here in a few days time, yes? For the happy occasion of matrimony? If you don’t give your precious Eternity up, your latest foe will descend upon your niece and take her power, as he has done to many others of this world, once she is outside the protection of the Underground Agency.”

Elijah’s hands tightened at his sides, as did his jaw, as he tried to control the rage that he felt at not only the threat to his young niece, but to his relationship with Eternity. He wanted to lash out in a blind fury, but he was a master of control and he managed to keep himself in check.instead he relaxed and gave Aya an unamused smile. He kept his hands in his pants pockets to hide the signs of his anger.

“You are wasting your breath, if you think that threats are going to be enough to tear Eternity and I apart, dearest Aya,” he responded coolly. “You’ll have to kill me, before I’d ever give her up.”

There was an unreadable expression that crossed the dark woman’s face at his firm declaration, before it vanished quickly. “I figured you would say that,” she said bitterly. “You always were a fool when in love.”

Just then, the apparition moved to attack.

Fortunately, Elijah didn’t have to worry about countering her, as a spiritual arrow flew through Aya’s chest from behind. The ghostly woman looked down at the arrow, just as it burst into bright blue flames, and disintegrated the apparition quickly until she was no more.

It was then that the Original could see Eternity standing across the yard with her yumi bow still in firing position. She looked battered and bruised, her clothes torn and he could see the glistening wetness of crimson blood upon her side. She lowered her weapon with heaving breathes, before she collapsed, only to be caught by Fenrir who came into view beside her.

The younger immortal looked nearly as bad as his mother, battered and bruised as well; though he seemed otherwise unharmed. The boy lifted Eternity into his arms as she fell unconscious and carried her across the yard to the shrine.

“What the hell happened?” Elijah demanded worriedly for them both, as Fenrir moved past him into the common room of the shrine.

“What do you think? My father happened,” Fenrir responded crossly as he lay Eternity down on the tatami mats. “My poor mother,” he murmured to the unconscious queen.

“Explain,” the vampire quietly requested of the lad.

Eternity’s son sighed, as his sapphire eyes looked up at Elijah from where he was crouched beside her. “My father had us sent into the afterworld, where he met us and then proceeded to torment us both. All the while, he spoke maddeningly about the wrongs done unto him and how he was going to make my mother suffer for these perceived slights,” Fenrir sounded almost bored when he said this, as if it were nothing new. Perhaps it wasn’t.

“He tortured me for fun first, just because I’m an easy target, and then my father proceeded to abuse her, right in front of me,” The male mirror of Eternity carried on with quiet disgust and anger as he spoke of what his father did. “At one point, he even tried to rape my mother, when she wouldn’t be broken by the insistence that she belonged to him still, or the accusations of betrayal, or the assault of which she actively stood against! He tried to hold her down, tried to prove his dominion over her.”

Fenrir paused to take a breath, before continuing, “He’s vile, but fortunately, even in the spirit world, my mother triumphs. He didn’t get far, before she broke through his spell and escaped with me in tow.” He gave a proud smirk at the end, before the anger set back in at his father’s actions.

Elijah shared in the younger immortal’s anger. While he had dealt with threats against his family from Aya, Eternity had dealt with unspeakable terrors at the hand of a man that she had once loved, that she had used to call ‘husband’. How could any person, man or woman, treat someone they supposedly care for like that? How far had Loki fallen into his own darkness, to not see the great evil he was doing unto the woman he said he loved?

But that was just it, wasn’t it? The Trickster didn’t love her. He couldn’t. Not anymore, at least. It wasn’t regaining love that Loki was after, but regaining control over her. And in his jealous quest to regain that of which he lost, the bastard was also attempting to intimidate him with apparitions of his past lovers whom he wronged, trying to get him away from Eternity by threatening his family and his own life.

Like hell he would give her up! Never again, would he!

For hours, Elijah stayed by Eternity’s side, waiting for her to wake. Her wounds had healed, though they had seemed to take longer to do so. In this, Kaname had explained that this was due to being a corporal being in the world of the spirits. The body healed from a spirit’s attack slower because of the different kind of energy in the afterworld.

Then, just as the sun was setting for the night, the immortal queen finally stirred into consciousness. She sighed and blinked, raising a hand to her forehead as she took in her surroundings. She turned her head after a moment of getting her bearings and saw Elijah sitting there with her, a relieved smile upon his face.

“Elijah?” Eternity said hoarsely, as if she didn’t believe he was really there, despite having been the one to save him from Aya.

He beamed down at her, taking a hand and brushing back her hair from her face, before cupping her cheek tenderly. “Yes, it’s me,” he replied softly.

Immediately, Eternity sat up and threw herself at him, practically climbing into his lap with her arms wound tightly around his neck, holding onto him for dear life. “Oh, Elijah. It was terrible,” she muttered against his throat, as he wrapped his arms around her protectively; one hand around her waist and the other cupping the back of her head as he held her to him.

“Shhh, you don’t have to tell me,” he whispered into her hair. “Fenrir already told me what happened. I’m just sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you from Loki.”

She lifted her head and smiled gently at him. “Don’t be sorry. There is nothing to apologize for,” she murmured to him, as she rested her forehead against his cheek. “It is my own past foolishness at fault here. Nothing more.”

Elijah continued to hold Eternity, sharing in a tormented silence with her. No doubt she relived the trauma, while he craved the strength to truly protect his lady from all threats. It was becoming even more imperative that they marry or rather that they preform the higher order ceremony, so that he could have the strength to guard his bride from the evil that plagued her.

“Elijah,” Eternity whispered to him, catching his attention.

He looked down into her sapphire eyes that shone with such love for him, despite her recent terrors. Nothing could break their bond, not Loki, not his past lovers, not time nor distance - nothing, he knew. They were always and forever.

With those confirming thoughts running in his head, the Original’s mouth descended upon Eternity’s with all he felt poured into his kiss. She clung to him as he devoured her mouth, with his tongue diving into the warm cavern to taste her sweetness desperately. He had been so worried for her and now he felt an immense relief that she was alright, that she was battered a bit, but safe. Things heated quickly between them as a result of high strung emotions they were both feeling at the moment.

“Hey, easy you two,” called Kaname from the doorway, with mild amusement.

Instantaneously was the seductive spell upon the couple broken, as Eternity tore her mouth from his to look at her cousin bashfully. “Kaname, hello,” she said in greeting.

“Hello, my queen,” the miko bowed in response, before she straightened and moved further into the room. “I am glad to see you are well again. It seems you have had quite the trying time, but at least, you are now safe and sound.”

The ethereal beauty tried to move off of Elijah’s lap, but he held on firmly, not letting her escape his embrace. “Elijah...,” she chastised quietly with an adorable grin, it which he simply smirked and refused to let her leave his hold.

“You two really are in love,” Eternity’s cousin observed with a tender smile. “It is quite beautiful to see. However...,” she trailed off, a firmer expression etching itself upon her face.

That caught the vampire’s attention, “However?”

Kaname came over to sit across from them with her legs folded neatly beneath her and her hands folded just as neatly in her lap. “However,” she began, “for the next three days until the wedding ceremony, you’re interactions will have to remain chaste. That means no intimacy of any kind.”

“Wha - I don’t understand,” Elijah stared dumbfounded.

Eternity stepped in to explain, “My love, it is a...family tradition. The act of sex between a newly married husband and wife is considered sacred, not just to my family, but to many of the immortal peoples. Therefore, it is a custom that there be a period of celibacy between the couple getting married to represent the purity of and respect to the union. This trial usually lasts longer than a few days, but the idea is to make the wedding night more special, more meaningful, I suppose. It’s silly really.”

“It is not silly, Cousin,” Kaname replied insistently, before he could respond. “You are the Universal Queen. It is necessary to follow at least some of the ancient traditions as it does not reflect well for the head of the kingdom to ignore the things that many of her people hold in high regard, especially her own family. You will follow this one premarital tradition or else I will not bless this union, and from what I understand of your situation, you do not have the time for hinderances.”

“Are you threatening me, Cousin?” The queen responded, with a twinge of amusement.

Without missing a beat, the miko nodded, “Yes, I am.”

Eternity blinked at her and then looked at Elijah, who looked back at her with consent to this ritual. With that, she rolled her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. “Very well. As you command, my lady,” she said to Kaname, a hint of mocking in her sweet voice.

“Good,” Eternity’s cousin gave another curt nod. “Now, you’re probably hungry. Fenrir has been preparing a meal for you. If you will, come sit.”

Elijah finally let go of the ethereal beauty and allowed her to leave his side to sit at the low set table. He watched as her dirty, torn clothes shifted and changed into a beautiful white kimono with a deep purple obi and deep purple flowers printed on the sleeves and hem of the brilliant white fabric. Her hair also shifted and changed from flowing freely into a braided bun at the back of her head, as she sat at the table.

She was stunning in these traditional wears, and the very sight stirred up his desire for her, as did her very presence. He wanted her at all times, regardless of what she wore or how she looked. Because of his insatiability, Elijah simply didn’t know how he was going to managed abstaining from taking her as he pleased for the next three days, when that was all he wanted to do. Especially after their most recent trying time.

Someone needed to pray for him....

To Be Continued....

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cactiem · 6 years ago

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The Date to Prom (*Dare) (Part 1)

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Reader

Requested: @serpentsangel

Summary: Reggie asks you to prom but with his teammates involved can his intentions really be good?

GIF Not Mine

Part 1 -> Part 2

Growing up you were always told to be wary of the intention of boys by your mother. She would always tell you that they were no good, that they will use you and hurt you. You thought it was a bit ridiculous to generalise a whole gender based on the action of a few idiot boys but you assumed your mom thought that every boy will only break your heart because of her past experiences with them. You chose to ignore her advice which was your first mistake.

You were outside for gym class, stretching on the bleachers when a certain bulldog came over. "Hey, Y/N." Reggie greeted. You looked up at him with a warm smile, your hand shielding your eyes from the sun.

"Hey, Reggie." You returned politely even though you’re a little confused as to why the captain of the football team was talking to you. "What’s up?"

"I was wondering, you know if you don’t have a date already, if you wanna go to prom with me?" He asked increasing your confusion. Why would Reggie ask you to prom when he can have any girl, you wondered.

"Okay, I don’t know if you’re being serious or not-"

"I am." Reggie interrupted before letting you continue.

"Well, anyway, you do realise that this is the first time you have spoken to me like ever, second if you count the time you asked me for a pen. You don’t know me Reggie so why would you want to go to prom with someone you don’t know?"

"What if I want to get to know you?"

"Then I would say maybe you should get to know me before asking me to prom." You looked down, trying to hide the fact heat was rising to your cheeks.

"You’re killing me, Y/L/N." Reggie said, bringing his hand up to his heart, feigning hurt. "But I accept."

"Okay." You accepted his offer. When he didn’t move you added. "Wait, are we starting now?"

"Yes! Come on." Reggie urged jogging on the spot, waiting for you to join him only you just started laughing. "What’s so funny? What am I missing?"

"It’s cute that you think I’m going to join you in running laps." You said in between trying to suppress your laughter.

"Why?"

"Oh, I don’t know if you’ve heard of it before but I’ve got the condition called 'I don’t want to'." You told him with a grin. "Plus I prefer to walk around, take in the surroundings."

"How does coach let you get away with that?" Reggie asked with disbelief as the coach is usually hell bent on people in his gym lesson to either run laps or join in whatever game he has going on.

"Normally, he’s heavily invested in the game he’s got going on to notice but whenever he’s looking over I make it seem I’m either stretching or taking a water break." You shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed at how much thought you put into it and now telling the captain of the football team.

"That’s pretty impressive, Y/N." Reggie barked out a laugh. He was about to add something else when the coach blew the whistle signalling the end of lesson. "I’ll see you after school?"

"After school." You nodded and watched as he jogged over to his friends. You bit your lip trying to hide your excitement but it didn’t stop the smile from dancing onto your lips.

The rest of the day was spent counting down until you were hanging out with Reggie. You had no clue what you were doing but you were excited. This is the first time someone has wanted to get to know you let alone be interested in you. When your friend asked you why you were excited and you told them about Reggie, they didn’t return the excitement for you instead they said the same thing as your mom, to be careful. Again, you chose to ignore their advice thinking why would someone who makes you happy hurt you?

You had to wait for Reggie to finish practice, not that you minded waiting after all you had to calm down a little. You didn’t want to seem overeager. In the gym, next to the changing rooms, you spotted a lone basketball in the middle of the court and decided to walk over to it, as if it was calling you over. You started shooting some hoops, waiting for Reggie to come out. You must have been so engrossed in your mini game as you didn’t notice he had come in, not until you didn’t hear the ball bounce on the floor after it not going into the basket.

"Wow, you can play basketball as well. What can’t you do, Y/N?" Reggie asked causing you to turn around. He bounced the ball back over to you and you caught it.

"Err, says you, mr 'I’m good at every sport ever invented'." You retorted, bouncing the ball back to him.

Instead of returning it to you, Reggie aimed for the hoop. "Ha ha." You caught the ball again and aimed for the hoop. "So, what do you do in your free time?"

"You mean when I’m not doing tons of homework? I sleep."

"Come on, there’s got to be something you like to do."

"I guess I like to write." You revealed.

"Is that something you want to do when you finish school?" Reggie asked.

You shrugged, not really sure what you want to do. "What about you? Is sport something you want to do when you finish school?" You returned the question.

"Now I’ll tell you that over some Pop's. What do you say?" Reggie answered, surprising himself that he actually wants to open up to you.

"Y/F/C." You blurted out.

"What?"

"Y/F/C. That’s what colour I’m wearing." You reiterated, accepting his offer to take you to prom. That was the second mistake you made.

What you didn’t know was that Reggie was in fact dared by his fellow teammates to ask you to prom. That he would get some points in the playbook for actually taking you to prom and bonus points for going to second base with you. However, Reggie didn’t take into account that he would actually begin to like you. He thought that it would be easy points. Now he felt horrible that your whole relationship was built on a dare.

It was prom and you were standing with Reggie talking about how bad of a job the faculty are doing at keeping out alcohol from the event whilst pointing out some of your fellow students that were clearly drunk. One of them being Chuck. He had come over, well stumbled, to where you were standing and clapped his hand on Reggie's back who tensed up in his presence. "Congrats Mantle. You have just taken over Tommy. I honestly didn’t think you had it in you."

"I’m sorry, what are you talking about?" You asked confused as to what Chuck is on about.

"Oh, you didn’t know? Reggie here asked you to prom for a dare. Clearly he’s more persuasive then I give him credit for." He chuckled but soon stopped when he saw the look of guilt on Reggie's face and the look of anger on yours. Chuck slithered away to where his other teammates stood to watch the scene that’s about to foldout before him.

"Is this true?" You questioned Reggie but when he didn’t answer you repeated the question, this time with more force. Reggie nodded causing you to throw your drink at him and run out of the gym, trying to hide the tears that have started cascading down your cheeks.

"Y/N!" He called after you. "Wait, let me explain!"

"What is there to explain?! I’m just some big joke to you and your friends." You ran your hand threw your hair out of frustration. "God, I’m so stupid. My mom warned me about guys like you and I didn’t listen. Why didn’t I listen? She was right. You have no regard for other people’s feelings and you only hurt them."

"Y/N, I am so sorry. Please let me explain." Reggie pleaded.

"Goodbye, Reggie." You said before carrying on out of the school, not wanting to speak to him anymore.

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kiatheinsomniac · 5 years ago

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Away from the Parties: Ezio M! AU

Part I here Part II here

(Y/n)'s Wednesday Italian history class had just come to an end and she rose from her seat, jogging down the steps of the hall to make her way back home to all her roommates. She wanted to go over some of the notes she'd taken during the class that evening and was looking forward to a nap.

But, she was stopped by a hand on her lower back as soon as she set foot over the threshold of the exit. It was Ezio's hand on her back that was leading her away. The (h/c)-haired female felt a few looks from other people: some jealous, others finding the seemingly new couple cute (not that they were a couple) and others hoping the two weren't about to get up to something wholly inappropriate in the public space.

"Ciao." He flashed his signature smile, one that brightened up (Y/n)'s mood instantly and - judging by the pull at her lips - it was contagious too. "So, I was thinking about you telling me about wanting to see that new movie with some of your friends but none of you had any time to see it all together." The (e/c)-eyed female nodded her head, remembering the texted conversation quite clearly. It made her feel warm inside to know that he had been thinking of her - a feeling that she was unfamiliar with but liked a lot and could certainly get used to. "It's being shown at this drive-in movie place and I was wondering if you have time to see it with me today at seven?" He proposed. (Y/n) couldn't help the beaming grin that painted her face.

"Of course!" She exclaimed, "I'll be ready to meet you."

"I'll pick you up. It's a date." He smiled happily. He reached forward to place a hand at the back of her neck, fingers ruffling her soft hair a little as he stooped down to press a quick kiss to the crown of her head. But the action was over as soon as it had begun and he walked away, throwing his bag over his shoulder so that he could go to his boxing then return home to prepare himself for his date with his crush. Though, they had become close friends very quickly over the past month and a half.

(Y/n) found herself momentarily stunned by the action before a plume of butterflies erupted in her stomach and blood rushed to her cheeks in a hot blush. She tried her best to not smile like a lovestruck schoolgirl but found that simply impossible as she began to make her way home.

♡♡♡

(Y/n) had struggled with what to wear. She wanted to look nice for the date but wanted to be comfortable too seeing as they would be sitting in Ezio's car for a long time to watch the movie.

Eventually, she had decided on a pair of comfortable dark grey plaid trousers with a thick black belt and a mustard yellow jumper accompanied by a pair of black converse. the top half of her hair was styled up into a fan bun at the back of her head and the rest was allowed to fall loose around her face and shoulders. She had applied some subtle makeup before nodding happily at her reflection in the mirror, throwing a small bag over her shoulder; she had made a stop on the way home to buy some snacks and drinks.

"Oh?" Aya piped up as (Y/n) sat down in the living room, waiting for Ezio to message her that she was outside, "Why do you look so nice? Going over to Ezio's again?" (Y/n) paused for a moment at that comment and thought about it. She had been spending so much time with him that even the other girls noted that the only time she ever left (aside from to attend classes) was to visit her friend. She had 'attended' all of Ezio's previous parties too, and by 'attended', she had stayed in his room, slept around the night and helped him clean up in the morning or treat his hangover. She just liked to spend time with him, it never failed to make her happy.

"Uh. . ." She replied somewhat shyly, "He's taking me out on a date actually." She smiled softly to herself, smoothing down a sticker on her phone case to avoid eye contact.

"Be careful there, lass, he's known to be a player." Mary input as she joined the conversation.

"Not really," She looked up, ready to speak in his defence, "that's just what he lets people believe. All of his past girlfriends have been gold diggers and it's a shame really, because when you get him to talk about it, you can see that they've really hurt him. And yes, he used to sleep around a lot, but he said that was just his way of trying to forget and to get some sort of revenge." She paused for effect, "He hasn't been with any girls since we started talking, or even before that. I. . . I trust that he's being genuine."

"Awee." Anne cooed, making (Y/n) roll her (e/c) orbs.

"Look, I just really like him, ok? I feel happy whenever I'm around him and when he does something cute or thoughtful, I just feel all warm and- I've never felt this way about anyone before and I don't want to let go of it." She smiled to herself as she looked down at her lap.

"You sappy romantic." Kassandra teased as she clapped her friend on the back.

"Coming from you, I hear your phone calls to Kyra and I know that you can't wait to go back to Greece to see her this summer." (Y/n) threw back, making her Greek friend laugh nervously to try and divert attention from the blush on her cheeks.

"Oh, and Aya, you can stop teasing too because whenever you see Bayek, you quite literally pounce on him," (Y/n) added.

"It was one time!" The Egyptian young woman burst out, making the other girls burst out laughing. (Y/n)'s phone buzzed and she looked down to see the message on her screen:

Ezio♡: hey I'm here x

(Y/n) stood up, tucking the phone into her pocket before saying goodbye and almost skipping out the door. What was the problem in acting like a lovesick high school girl anyway? If you're going to love someone, why not openly enjoy every wonderful feeling that it came with? She reasoned.

When she reached the car park, Ezio was waiting there in his sleek black car. (Y/n) made her way to the passenger side, sitting in the seat and greeting her date with a smile.

"Hey." She spoke. He wore a pair of jeans with a Gucci belt and a red sweatshirt. Designer trainers were on his feet. Hell, all of his current outfit was probably some high-up brand or another judging by his wardrobe.

"You look beautiful." He complimented, looking her up and down, "As always." (Y/n)'s lips quirked up at the compliment as she reached behind her to grab her seatbelt. She turned her head to look at the backseats - or where they should have been.

The olive-skinned male had put the seats down flat on the car floor to fit in a small air mattress. It had a duvet on it and various fluffy blankets and pillows. Little string lights were woven into the handles on the ceiling and would be golden when turned on. There was a bag filled with bottles of water and snacks too. (Y/n)'s heart melted as easily as butter over heat as she turned to look at her date who had been watching her reaction.

"Uh, Claudia suggested that I bring you on a date with few people - because of your anxiety - so I settled for the drive-in movie but I wanted to make it nice and I'd seen tweets from girls about loving things like this so-" (Y/n) cut off his nervous rambling by putting her hand on his knee.

"It's wonderful, Ezio." She felt her heart doing somersaults in her chest, "And I'm really touched that you were keeping my anxiety in mind while planning this." A glowing smile painted her lips, "It's so sweet of you." He smiled in triumph and happiness that she liked the little extra effort he had gone through for her. Usually, he'd take girls to expensive restaurants or concerts for dates but he had to keep her needs in mind. She may not be comfortable eating in public or being in a somewhat busy environment for so long and he knew from the way that they met that a concert date would only be disastrous. Her hand remained on her knee and he took her fingers in his own, interlacing them as he began to drive.

(Y/n) found her whole body subconsciously turning into him while music played from the speakers with him phone plugged into the auxiliary - it was a nice and sweet acoustic playlist.

♡♡♡

They soon reached the drive in and paid for their tickets, getting a spot relatively close to the front behind a conveniently low-roofed car. Ezio had opened the boot of his own car so that they could climb into the little setup he had put together and he turned on the lights once they were both laid back. They cast a soft, warm and romantic glow over the two. They waited for the movie to start while other people began parking their cars in the area.

"No, no, no," Ezio laughed while (Y/n) clutched her sides, he placed his hand on her side to get her attention, having to try his best to not laugh himself, "I haven't eaten roses, I swear."

"Lies." (Y/n) teased, still giggling.

"No, I mean: you know when you get a really strong smell of something to the point that you can taste it in the back of your throat?" (Y/n) nodded her head of (h/c) tresses. This had all started over a discussion on a bottle of rose lemonade that Ezio had bought for the date. (Y/n) had inquired whether it really tasted like roses, making Ezio answer with a 'sì' - this, in turn, had made (Y/n) teasingly question if he'd eaten a rose to know this. She knew full well that he had not but it was nice to see him looking so cute while he pouted. There was an open bag of popcorn beside them; it had been intended for the movie but the two of them simply couldn't resist the two bags of snacks that they had with them. He took a sip from the bottle ( (Y/n) had already expressed that she didn't mind sharing the bottle with him) "Ok, really though, do you want to try some?"

(Y/n) had enjoyed laying with him in the back of his car for the past fifteen minutes - hell, she enjoyed every second that she'd spent with him since they first met in his sister's room at that party. She couldn't help but want to be so much more than his friend, she wanted all of the happiness and warmth that he brought her and she wanted to be a girl that he could trust to not use him for his family money.

"Ok, I'll have a taste." She spoke shyly, thinking over her next move. The dark-haired male held out the bottle to her but she reached past it, sitting up to meet him as her hands cupped his face and she collided her lips with his. Surprised at her burst of courage, but most certainly not put off, Ezio held onto the drink with one hand to prevent it from spilling while the other went to the small of her back, pulling her closer to him so that she was leaning into his body. When she pulled away, one of her hands fell to the back of his neck while her thumb caressed his cheek. Ezio reached behind him to carefully settle the drink down while she gently nudged her nose against his, letting out the smallest of satisfied sighs. He felt her eyelashes brush against him as she fluttered her eyes open. He did the same, warm golden-brown meeting (e/c) in a loving gaze.

"Can I- can I do that again?" She breathed. Ezio replied by colliding their lips once more, both of his arms snaking behind her. One pressed into her lower back to make her body melt against his while the other went to the back of her neck, cradling her head and gently tangling his fingers in her hair. Her hands ran down his chest, retreating back up to lay on the sides of his neck, thumbs featherly caressing his jaw. He savoured the taste of her cherry lipgloss and the warmth and softness of her lips on his own scarred ones. They both pulled away after a while.

"I've been wanting to do that for so long, you have no idea." He mused against her lips. He watched her cheeks become alight with heat as she glanced shyly to the side. He smiled sweetly at her, caressing her waist-length hair.

"I. . . That was my first kiss. . ." She mumbled against his lips and yet she couldn't help the little smile that tugged at her own.

"And it makes me happy to know you trust me with that." He held her close to him in an intimate embrace.

"But I didn't just do that because I felt like it in the moment. . ." She began, if there ever was a chance to tell him how she felt, it was now, "I really like you Ezio, like, really like you. I. . . I want to be more than this." She mustered up the courage to look him in the eye. "I thought we were so different with you being such a social butterfly and me taking any form of social interaction," She laughed nervously, "But we started talking and we have so much more in common than anyone would think. And when I'm with you, I just want infinite time so that I can spend it all with you. I love how happy and just. . . warm you make me feel. I've never felt this way about anyone before so it's scary and yet. . . I don't want to let go of this. I want you."

"Oh, amore mio, you've found all of the words that I couldn't." He smiled as he rolled her onto her back, hovering over her in a somewhat possessive and yet wholly loving embrace, "Ti prometto che ti darò il mondo." He pressed a quick kiss to the end of her nose before they heard the movie begin and they sat up to cuddle into each other while they watched it.

♡♡♡

When they were driving back, (Y/n) had expressed how tired she was and how she wanted to stay the night at Ezio's. He had gladly agreed which is why he was ushering her inside his home, following in behind her. Claudia's head popped up from the living room sofa. She beamed a grin when she saw that Ezio had even taken her home after their date (which Claudia mostly planned but decided to let him take the credit for - she wanted them to get together anyway).

"Dimmi che l'hai baciata!" She called to tease the new couple.

"Claudia. . ." Maria warned, looking up from her book and speaking with a warning tone, not wanting to make the guest in her home uncomfortable (though, she anticipated a positive answer too, happy to finally see her son with a nice girl who was not looking for money like the others).

"How could I not?" He replied back to his younger sister in the same tone as her own, wrapping an arm around (Y/n)'s waist before leading her upstairs, carrying her bag for her like a gentleman. She collapsed onto his bed, smiling against the sheets as she recalled their kiss. She felt Ezio lay down behind her, half on her, as he wound his arms around her, pressing kisses to the side of her face and trailing down to her neck. "Ti amo, (Y/n)." He breathed heavily against her (s/t) skin, holding her (b/t) body flush against his own. She took one of his hands in her own and brought it up to her lips to kiss his handsomely tanned skin.

"Ti amo anch'io, cuore."

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