#I can’t hang my vision board up because what if younger kids come into my room and see it

[of-the-faerie-folk]

Fellas is it indecent to have a small picture of girls cuddling on my wall?

According to my mother it is

[shokobuns]

“𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭”

in which you slowly give into your desires.

PAIRING: maid!zenin maki x f!housewife!reader

GENRE: smut, some fluff, some angst, slowburn (ish)

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

WARNINGS: nsfw, 16+ smut, slowburn ish?, mentioned misogyny, infidelity, unhappy arranged marriage, angsty marriage, overstimulation, fingering, oral (f receiving), kitchen sex, sex in shared bed, face sitting/riding, 69, exhibitionism, squirting, light degradation, praise, pussy slapping, finger sucking, spit kink, consensual panty stealing, masturbation (f), first time for oral, slight corruption, implied dumbification, dom!maki. slight mommy kink, humiliation (kind of)

“I love you.”

“Love you, too, Honey.”

You peck your husband on the lips goodbye before he’s out the door with a briefcase in hand and his suit as neat as ever. Staring at the leftovers, you sigh before eventually picking up the plates and pilling them in the sink, scrubbing off the sticky mess of maple syrup. Soap suds cover up your gloves as you lather them in bubbly water and plan out the rest of your day. The dishes, the laundry, a few episodes of that one show you barely pay attention to, lunch, more dishes, more laundry, a start on dinner.

You can’t help but wonder — Is this it?

You love your husband, something you remind yourself repeatedly when he’s gobbling down on the rice on his dinner plate and when he’s leaving his dirty clothes all over your bedroom floor. You love him. You want to bear his children, want to raise them, want to do the chores so that he doesn’t. You want to cook, to clean, to do everything for the sake of his pleasure. It’s what your mother insisted, it’s what she did, and it’s what her mother did. You love your husband.

Is this it?

Twenty years old, a husband with a stable living, something that can suffice for the rest of your life. All you need is to do your chores, give him your body, be his prim and proper wife. It sounds fairly easy, another thing that your mother insisted, so what is it?

Why do you crave more? Why do you have to remind yourself that you love him, love this life at all?

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on your door. When you open it, you’re met with the sight of a tall girl with glasses. She’s in a black maid dress that stops at her knees, complemented by the white apron that flows along with the part of the skirt, ruffling at the end. She has a bag hanging on her shoulder and her expression shows slight amusement at your surprise. Surely, she’s at the wrong house, right?

“Are you (Y/N)?”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter out, not realizing that you were staring, “Uh, w-who are you?”

“I’m Zenin Maki, but you can call me Maki,” she observes your figure, noticing the sly nervousness radiating off of your expression, “Your husband hired me. Said he wanted someone to help you out.”

“O-Oh.”

“May I come in?”

“Of course.” You move to the side, watching the woman scan your house. It’s slightly messy, a result of your husband not cleaning up after lounging in the living room, and she doesn’t waste time to clean it up, rearranging the decorative pillows and helping you carry the leftover dishes to the sink. Just as you’re about to put on your gloves, her hand comes out to grab your wrist and the other takes it out of your hand. “Don’t. I got this.”

You step back, watching Maki put on the gloves herself, lathering the dishes as you did before. You don’t know what to do, standing there awkwardly as she places them in the dishwasher. It’s a given opportunity to observe how her skirt stops right above her knee, flowing out naturally and modestly accentuating her body. Her headband compliments the look, her hair tied back with bangs covering up her forehead, stopping short of her glasses. Warmth creeps up your neck to your cheeks and you sharply look away, focusing your vision on the bowl of apples on the center of the dining table.

“You can rest, Miss. But I’m going to need help putting away the dishes later. Is that okay?” She asks and you turn around to give her a nod. “Is there anything else you need done?”

“Oh, no, it’s okay, you really don’t need to-”

“I was hired to help you out with chores. Please, do not worry about me.”

You sigh in defeat, looking directly at her face, her pretty face. She had a sharp expression, piercing eyes that can bore into your soul, defined cheekbones. A sensation of uneasiness rested in your lower belly and you realize you’re staring when she waves a hand over your face. “Hello? Miss?”

“S-Sorry! I was just thinking about something!”

“Oh. Well, I was just asking if you can help me put some of the dishes away just for today. I don’t know where everything is and I don’t like disorganization.”

“Of course. Of course.”

“You need anything else?”

“Folding the laundry, for now, I think? The clothes should be dry. Everything is upstairs.”

She follows behind you as you bring her out to the terrace where your laundry hangs on a string. Dresses, button ups, and ties of earth toned colors adorn the area and you touch the fabrics. The sun had definitely done its job. Maki is already setting up the ironing board that was previously laying in the corner of your bedroom and gathering your husband’s work attire together. When she’s done flattening the creases on the pieces of clothing, you take them, hanging and folding. With her help, you were finished in half the time it usually took you.

“Thank you, Maki. Really, I appreciate it.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Miss. Your husband hired me to do my job and I am happy to help.”

As you hang your last dress, you give her a smile.  

—

“Honey, I’m home!”

Your husband’s voice sounds throughout the house as he’s met with the sight of you and Maki laying out plating foods and placing them on the dinner table. He smiles and you walk towards him to greet him with a hug and a kiss. Maki continues with the task, sparing a glance at the both of you. “You didn’t tell me you hired a maid,” you whisper to your husband, “Though, she has been very helpful.”

“I’m glad, Honey.” He replies, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Kind of curious as to why you hired one in the first place.”

“I’ll tell you later. Let’s have dinner, alright?” He shoots you a grin before looking over to Maki. “Feel free to stay for dinner, Maki!”

“I’m alright. I should get going anyways—”

“Nonsense!” You husband eagerly responds, pulling out an extra chair just for her, “My dear wife here says you’ve been helpful.”

“I have classes.”

“Oh. Well you might as well take some home!” You suggest, walking over to your tupperware cabinet.

Before you go back to your husband, you plate some food for her to take home and make sure she makes it back to her car as she walks out the door. You let out an involuntary sigh, leaning against the doorway and feeling content that you now have an extra hand.

“So?”

“So, what?”

“Why do we need a maid?”

“Simple,” he grabs your hands from across the table, “I think we’re ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“Ready to have kids, silly woman!” His laughter booms throughout the entire room, “I mean you’ll have to get off birth control and everything, but I think it’s time.”

You laugh nervously as he leans in for a kiss. “Honey, don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t know about this.”

“What?” He stands up, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, “Why not?”

“I’m just kind of, uh, scared? I don’t know if I’m ready and we just got married a few months ago, you know?”

“Come on, don’t be scared,” he reassures you, kissing your cheek, “I hired Maki to be our maid to lay the stress off of you. I offered her an in-house job, which she’ll be starting next week, just so that you could rest easy while you’re pregnant.”

“In-house? Is she going to live with us?”

“Of course! She’s a college student, so she doesn’t mind getting paid and living in a house,” he explains before going back to the topic, “So please. I want you to have our baby. We can start tonight.” He suggests, wiggling his eyebrows.

“O-Okay.”

—

The next few days, the cycle continues.

Maki comes in the morning, usually just about right before your husband leaves for work, and she helps you throughout the day. Doing dishes, folding clothes, cleaning the bathroom. Most of the time you help her, usually against her will, but it leads to a calm and comforting silence when you work together. She’s moving in soon, two days to be exact, and you think it’s time to get to know a little bit about her.

One problem; She’s reserved, which intimidates you, and you’re too scared to start a conversation.

Eventually, you’re going to have to break the ice. So you do it as she’s ironing the clothes and you’re putting them away. You think up a few basic questions, mulling them over as to not make her uncomfortable because you want to get to know her.

“My husband tells me you’re in university right now. What’s your major?”

“Sports science.” She replies bluntly, continuing her task.

“Oh, cool cool,” you try to figure out a way to continue, but come up blank. Maybe she doesn’t want to talk.

“What do you do when your husband is not around?” She asks curiously, as if she sensed your desire to hold the conversation.

“Chores, usually,” you frown, “Sometimes I watch TV, but I wish I was able to do other stuff. I really like painting, too. But I haven’t done much of that ever since we got married.”

“Oh. Why not?”

“Well, I’ve always wanted to become an artist. I’ve been doing it since I was a kid, but my family wanted stability for me so they introduced me to a family friend’s older son,” you smile, memories of your younger self filling up your head before a sense of sadness falls over your expression, “They said this would be good for me. And it is. My husband is a good man, I have a roof over my head and dinner on the table everyday, you know. I’m not complaining,” you pause, reeling out of your own thoughts, “Sorry if I just overshared.”

“No, don’t worry about it,” she reassures you, “Just out of curiosity, how old are you?”

“Twenty.”

“That’s funny, I’m twenty one.”

“You’re closer to my age than my husband,” you laugh, folding another white button up before placing it in a drawer, “We are in very different positions.”

“Yes, we are,” she chuckles, “A struggling college student and a cool housewife.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say cool—”

“Nonsense!” She grumbles, an attempt to mock your husband.

“Nonsense!”

“Nonsense!”

The both of you laugh and you realize how she seems almost angelic. The look in her eyes that was once piercing and intimidating was soft and heavenly. Her cheeks are flushed red and her smile was alluring. Before you even realize it, a feeling of warmth settles in your lower belly and it gets harder and harder to take your eyes off of her. Her chuckle was music to your ears and you’ve internally decided that it was one of your favorite sounds.

—

“Goodnight, Honey.”

He plants a kiss on your sweaty forehead before turning his back towards you, opting to hug a pillow on the side instead. Everything is wet, sticky, and gross, but before you can say anything, your husband is already fast asleep, little snores filling the air of the master bedroom. You lay down for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling in the dark until you gather up the last of your willpower to get up and clean the mess between your legs.

It was an okay night.

Sure, you came, but it was just boring. There was nothing to it, only the huffs and groans and praises from your husband as he lived out his fantasy of finally being able to breed you. You’re happy to provide him, as long as it makes him happy, because he loves you and you love him. Even if you have to clean up the mess yourself, even if you don’t finish, even if that rush of loving emotion that everyone seems to describe never hits you.

You’re happy.

That’s what you tell yourself anyways. Yet, your fingers rub furiously on your clit while the other pumps in and out of your dripping cunt. You’re close and you pretend that it’s her fingers You pretend that it’s her fingers that you’re clenching around, her mouth leaving soft kisses from your neck down to your exposed breasts. You pretend that you’re tugging on dark hair, asking for more, but when you come down from your high, the ringing in your ears stops suddenly and the snores overtake your hearing once again.

Maki.

It’s wrong, disgustingly wrong, but there’s no way to escape her. Not when she’s in your house in the morning, the afternoon, and the evening. She helps with everything, things that you didn’t even consider yourself, talks to you about the things you like. And you know that her favorite color is black, her family would have much rather preferred if she went the same route you did, and she likes junk food a little too much.

You also wonder when you should tell your husband that you definitely have not gone off those pills.

—

“Miss?”

“Yes?” You respond, a grocery bag in your arms filled with different fruits, vegetables, and meat. Although you've made a few additions to your list and you were unsure at first, but as Maki empties it, her eyes light up at the sight of the bright little bag.

“You got chips?”

“Well, yeah. They’re for you. I know you liked them.”

She beams at you and it’s almost blinding. There’s an odd flutter in your stomach and you ignore it, but it only becomes stronger when she rips open the bag and munches on the whole thing in seconds. The small satisfied moan from the first bite has you internally celebrating. She looks at peace. All she’s doing is eating a bag of her favorite chips, yet it fills you with some unexplainable feeling of warmth. You make another mental note to buy even more next time.

—

“What do you think of him?”

“Who?” She asks, sitting up on the couch as she watches you get lost on the canvas in front of you.

“My husband.”

“Oh,” she pauses, her hand coming from under her chin to think, “He’s pretty cool, I guess. He also pays me which is pretty cool, you know.”

“Come on, I won’t tell him,” you insist, coming close, your hands involuntarily brushing over hers. She doesn’t pull them away, letting you rest them, enjoying the extra warmth.

“I mean, he’s a man, alright.”

“What does that even mean?”

“No offense,” she continues, finding the least rudest way to say it, “He’s kind of basic, you know? Which isn’t bad but he yells at the TV when watching football, has you light his cigarettes, and waits for you to serve him food. Just your typical husband things, I guess.”

“Are you saying my husband is boring?” You ask with a stoic face, watching the fear fill her eyes.

“No, no! That’s not what I—”

“Kidding,” you chuckle as she purses her lips before joining along, “I was just curious.”

“Well, why?”

“I don’t know,” you say, sighing as you think of all the times he did anything romantic for you, “He’s a good man, you know that, right?”

“Well, of course.”

“He brings me flowers, gives me goodnight kisses, tells me he loves me, but—” you pause, afraid to finish the thought. Your heart pounds at the mess of ideas on your mind and you’re ashamed, “I don’t know if I feel that love thing those people always talk about.”

“What do you mean?”

She’s intrigued to say the least. You’re fiddling your thumbs with a nervous smile on your face. All the while, the music you put on fades in the background until it’s only the two of you, hearts beating fast, blood rushing to your cheeks. When you finally look her in the eye, she doesn’t miss how glassy they look and that’s when her suspicions are confirmed without a verbal sentence — you’re unsure.

“He- Well, I don’t know. Forget I said anything about it,” you clasp your hands together before getting back to work in the kitchen, “And please, don’t tell him.”

Uncertainty, you’re most definitely full of it, but Maki is almost sure she’s figured it out before you have and she likes to think that she’s gotten to know you. She’s picked up how you play with your fingers when you’re unsure, how you smooth down your dress when you try to keep your composure, how that your smile loses genuinity while you’re at the dinner table. She decides it’s not her business, she’s only the housemaid and you’re just the housewife she works under.

But she’ll always be there for you with open arms if you need it.

—

“We gotta make breakfast, Maki.” You poke her side, waking her up from a deep sleep.

You’re already ready for the day, the top half of your hair already tied in a bun and a lilac colored dress adorning your figure. She’s caught off guard when she opens her eyes and you’re sitting up on the side of the bed poking at her hip. Her vision is blurry without her glasses, but she can clearly smell the sweet scent of vanilla perfume. Taking in a deep breath, she sits up, too, reaching for her glasses on the bedside table.

And her sleek, black hair cascades down her shoulders, though it’s slightly messy, you’re tempted to run your fingers through the soft looking strands. You’ve seen Maki in her maid uniform at home, jeans when she goes out to shop, but the sight of her in a satin night dress was different and your breath hitches when the blanket falls off the upper half of her body. It’s a loose fit and she looks absolutely ethereal, almost like an angel.

She turns her head to the side and you fake cough, trying to make up for staring a little too long. “I know your day doesn’t start yet, but I was hoping to get some help on breakfast today. Is that alright with you?”

“Of course, Miss. I’ll go get ready right now.

“Cool.”

You walk down to the kitchen, preparing a pie crust for your quiche and reading through the recipe you were given by a friend. By the time you blind bake the crust, Maki joins you in her usual attire. “Need anything, Miss?”

“While the quiche is baking, I just need you to make some cookie dough. Just the usual, my family is coming over later.”

“Of course.”

She gets to work right away, finding the ingredients immediately as you fill up your empty pie crust and dance around the kitchen. Right after the quiche is placed in the oven, your hips sway along with the music that plays in the radio. It’s all soft and slow, Maki smiling at your antics while you jokingly attempt to serenade her. She’s mixing in the chocolate chips into the dough and you walk forward, energetic and lost in the song.

You don’t think much of it when you grab her hip and your faces come closer together. One second, you were playfully dancing around your kitchen and the next, your breaths mingle, the gap between the two of you closing. It’s her who decides to lean forward, soft lips meeting together, your back suddenly meeting the edge of the counter. Her hands rest on the surface, each on either side of you, and her lips taste like cherries. Your hands come up to her cheeks as your mouths meld together until it’s hard to breathe.

You pull away first, remembering that your husband is still sleeping upstairs. “What are we doing?”

“Don’t know,” she replies, her hand starting to trail under the skirt of your dress, “It feels right, though.”

“Should we stop?” You mutter, just barely enough for her to hear.

“Do you want to?”

“No.”

It gives her the extra rush of courage to get under your dress and push your body until your back is flat on the counter. Luckily, there was nothing underneath except for a pair of plain black panties, a damp spot right in the middle. Her thumb presses on your clothed clit and by the way your body squirms she knows you’re sensitive which only adds to the sadistic fun of pulling down your underwear at an agonizingly slow pace. “Need you,” you breathe out, your legs being positioned on her shoulders, “I need you, please.”

“I got you, Baby. Don’t worry.” She replies with a smile, her breath hitting your wet cunt.

Your breath hitches as her tongue trails up from your hole up to your sensitive pearl and she moans at the sweet taste of your arousal. Her hands keep a firm grip on your thighs, holding them open as you bite your lip to contain your moans. He’s right upstairs, you think, but any thought of caution starts to leave you once her soft lips wrap around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves causing your knuckles to turn white as they grab onto the edge of the counter.

Your husband has never touched you like this. Ever.

The feeling of her mouth is foreign, but welcome. Before you know it, the grip on one of your thighs loosen and two fingers slip into your soaked cunt. She’s gentle at first, the pumps of her digits ever so delicately pressing against your g spot, but once you hike up the skirt of your dress and thread your fingers through her hair, she speeds up, hitting hard and fast. “M-Maki— Shit!”

You squeal when her tongue starts massaging your clit and your walls clench despite being empty, “Such a pretty girl,” she coos, watching in awe at how your slick coats her fingers, “Such a pretty pussy.”

Lewd praises and squelches fill the kitchen air as the coil in your stomach builds and snaps until your cunt is gushing all over her. Your back arches as you reach your high and she leaves a trail of kisses from your thigh to your sopping pussy. Bringing her fingers to your mouth, she gives you one command.

“Suck.”

You obey, wrapping your soft lips around her digits, swirling your tongue and she gives a graceful smile, brushing a thumb over your flushed cheeks. A sheen of sweat covers your forehead, but the sound of footsteps brings you out of your thoughts. Maki pockets your underwear, giving you a wink, before washing her hands and taking the nearly forgotten quiche out of the oven.

By the time you hear the footsteps of your husband, you’re decent, minimal signs of physical exertion just barely noticeable. She’s going through her usual routine of plating your food in front of the two of you, doing the dishes, laundry, everything. You want to say something, you really do, and you’re left with your own questions.

At night, you’re left pondering the strong women with silky black hair whilst in the arms of your husband.

—

Two days.

That’s how long it’s been since you’ve gotten the most mind blowing orgasm of your life. Your panties are still missing, though you don’t mind knowing who has them. And when you think about the things your mother has told you repeatedly about your perfectly structured life, it crumbles with each second. When you look at the face next to you, the indifference in your heart starts to become more and more prominent.

And even though you should feel guilty — well, you do — you also don’t regret it at all.

You still do your chores as expected, make the bed, cook dinner. You still organize the laundry, do the dishes, and tend to your rose garden. You still disinfect, fold, and have sex with your husband who’s indifferent to your pleasure every night. Almost every domestic activity was accompanied by Maki, who often sought to take over or help.

Yet, she wouldn’t even look at you.

She wouldn’t say anything that didn’t pertain to a grocery list or a command and it was infuriating. Still, you were determined to bring it up — how could you not? As you fold blankets on the couch and think, you call out her name. “Maki?”

“Yes, Miss?”

“Are we going to talk about what happened?”

“What do you mean?”

Your heart drops a tiny bit, it was an expected response based on the fact it felt like she was avoiding you, but you still had to swallow the lump in your throat. “Nevermind. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” She asks as you’re looking down on the rug, trying to focus on the pattern instead of the woman in front of you.

“I’m just sorry I brought it up. I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable. I’m sorry that we did whatever that was,” you take a deep breath as forming tears blurred your vision, “I’m sorry that I can’t fucking do this, Maki. I don’t love him. I can’t love him.”

She sighs, scooching forward and closer to you then pulling the half folded blanket from your hands. “You shouldn’t be sorry. This was my fault.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Try me.”

“You’re just, I’m just—” you inhale again, trying to find the right words to say, “You’re different. You’re different from him in all the best ways. You listen to what I have to say, you care about how I feel.”

“That’s something that any good friend would do—”

“I don’t want to be your friend.”

“Oh.”

She brings her fingers to your chin, nudging your head up until you’re looking her in the eyes for the first time in days. She gazes at you, appreciating every curve and every mark on your skin. You take this as an opportunity to lean in, planting a soft kiss on her lips. She doesn’t stop it, instead indulging in the act, cupping your cheeks.

It soon becomes hungry, her tongue slipping past your lips, you being rolled over onto your back as she slips her hand under your floral dress. She presses a finger against your clothed cunt, causing you to gasp and throw your head back. At the same time she leaves sloppy kisses on the exposed skin of your neck and you struggle to form a coherent sentence.

“M-Maki, stop,” you whimper and she pauses, “Wanna make you feel good.”

“Oh?” She smirks, giving you another breathless kiss, “Wanna put that mouth to use, Baby?”

“Yeah,” you breath out, “Wanna make you feel good, Mommy.”

Her expression is filled with pride as she drags her fingers across your face and into your mouth. You comply with the silent command, wrapping your lips around the digits and sucking softly, swirling your tongue around them. “Good girl.”

You let out a hum while she discards her panties somewhere on the ground and her bare cunt hovers over your face. It’s intimidating, yet the sight of her glistening folds makes you wet. All you wanted to do was taste her, drink up all of her juices, and when you finally do you can’t get enough. Despite the lack of experience, you do what you think would feel good, giving experimental licks, noting when her body twitched and when she would let out a saccharine moan.

“Fuck — you’re doing so well,” she coos, carding her fingers through your hair, admiring the sight of your half lidded eyes and the feel of your tongue, “You sure this is your first time eating pussy?”

You hum in response which sends vibrations throughout her body, causing her to throw her head back. You grip onto her lower back, desperately bringing her wet cunny closer to yourself and she rolls her hips, grinding herself on your mouth. You’re already addicted, lapping at all of the cum she has to offer, watching intently as her mouth forms an o shape and she soaks the lower half of your face.

“Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you?”

She gets off your face and you smile with pride, tugging off the rest of her maid uniform until she’s completely bare in your living room. Every curve of her body fills you with even more lust and you’re sure your panties are soaked just from the sight. Her thighs are defined, muscular even, and you kiss them before going back to her ruined pussy, lapping at all the slick.

“You’re so pretty, Maki,” you utter, your breath hitting her neck as you come back up to her face.

She pushes you backward until you’re flat on your back, pinning your wrists together before ripping off your panties. Maki wastes no time, two fingers entering your hole and curling with every thrust. “You got this wet from eating me out?” She questions cockily, leaving an open mouthed kiss on the shell of your ear along with a nibble, “You’re a cute little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you whimper in between breaths, “Feels s’good.”

“Yeah?” She responds, watching you come undone underneath her.

Your orgasm builds up with every pump, the coil in your stomach tightening. She fastens the pace, every movement being calculated, her fingers knuckles deep in your cunt. Her fingertips manage to brutally hit the spongy spot inside of you, causing your legs to shake. Your back arches when her lips wrap around your clit, the simultaneous stimulation making your body tremble in delight. You’re gushing all over her fingers and she stares in awe as your slick drips down your thighs.

“Can we go to the bedroom?” You request meekly, barely recovering from your last orgasm.

“Of course, Baby,” she beams at you, body gleaming with a sheen of sweat, your heart fluttering in your chest.

Maki picks you up bridal style with almost no effort, pressing kisses all over your face on the way upstairs. When you finally get to the bedroom, she lays you down gently, almost as if you were a delicate piece of glass. But the moment of soft intimacy doesn’t last.

It doesn’t last when her pussy hovers over your face with her head buried in between your legs, licking hot stripes on your folds, sucking on your pearl while her fingers brush on your legs before finding their way back to your ruined cunt. Your tongue presses on her slit and her hips lower until your mouth is full of pussy. Her sweet taste is addicting and concurrent moans only heighten the pleasure, vibrations shooting through both of your bodies. Her thumb circles your clit furiously as she pulls away from your cunt to speak.

“You like this, don’t you? Ain’t this the same bed where you get fucked by your husband?” She questions demandingly, slapping your cunny.

You whine into her cunt, the sudden pain causing your walls to clamp around nothing. She laughs sadistically, pinching your clit, biting at your inner thighs.

“S’good, such a good little slut,” she coos, her nose tickling your clit as her face inches closer, “Bet you like getting fucked by your maid, don’t you?”

You can only respond with a squeal, her hand laying another blow to your aching pussy. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. I got you.” She reassures you, mouth ravaging your cunt, slurping every drop of cum you had to offer. She’s close to her own orgasm, you can tell by the way she rides your face, soaking the lower half until the sweet droplets slide down your neck. You massage her clit with your tongue as she comes down from her high, but after yours, she doesn’t stop.

Instead, she continues to feast on your cunt like a starved woman, the pressure in your stomach building for the nth time that day. Coming again almost hurts, but she ignores the high pitched wails spilling from your lips, the sounds only encouraging her to keep sucking until your body trembles. At this point, you’re light headed, vision gradually becoming blurry. Your walls are pulsating, your mind is unable to process everything at once.

Especially the shocked man who stands in the doorway of your bedroom.

And at that exact moment, you let out a sob as Maki sadistically looks your husband right in the eye, her mouth still devouring your overstimulated cunny with fervor. Your hole leaks milky white, staining your shared sheets and you cry out her name, hopelessly gripping onto the plush of her ass for stability, digging your nails into the flesh. When she pulls away, a string of spit connects from her mouth to your pearl and her pupils are blown, cheeks covered with your arousal, all the while maintaining eye contact with him.

As if there was no one in the room, she readjusts her until her face hovers over yours, her swollen pussy present on your thigh.

“Open.”

You comply readily and she grabs your face with one hand, squishing your wet cheeks so hard that they start to ache.

“Good girl.”

She spews into your mouth, watching the blob as it glides down your tongue and you swallow obediently before she comes down for a sweet kiss. The taste of yourself makes your head dizzy with lust. Let it be known that the horrified figure standing in the doorway could never make you feel as good as the maid.  

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[a-crash-in-time-collection]

Chapter 1: The Crash

She was floating in space. Only it didn't seem like normal space, which she knew all about. It seemed to shine with different colors. She couldn't move much, it was almost as if she was forced into her current position. Voices of old filled her head. Voices she wanted to remember. Voices she never wants to forget. But at the same time, the voices brought back memories of a different time. A different time...

"Us kids should stick together, not stalk one another. I mean, Mafia Town can be a really dangerous place" "If you want it, we'll have to settle it in true Mafia style!" "You Moon Penguins are just gonna write some loud, noisy drivel!" "This last time piece is all for me, darling." "Your contract has expired, sleep now in the fire!" "And do it quickly pup."

Her face formed a smile, before tears started to fall. Wait... why was she...

"Don't leave us!" "Hey kiddo, let's make another contract!" "Don't you dare leave, lass!" "Let's watch our movie, darling!"

That's why... she couldn't have just stayed. She at least needed to try and get home. And her kind weren't keen on creatures from other planets... who knows what would have happened to them? But with the end result, did it even matter-

A large ringing brought her out of the space-like place, finding herself sitting on the soft surface of her bed. Glancing around as she stopped the ringing of the clock, everything was in place. Her relics on their podiums, toys she made based on her time on that planet on the shelves in her room. Most of her badges she bought from the strange badge guy on a pin board beside her bed. Her umbrella was next to her dresser with the mirror.

A glance out the nearby window showed the mostly green and blue planet. It reminded her a lot of the planet that she could now only visit in her dreams. Unlike that planet, there was little if any magic. Talking animal creatures were only heard of in movies. Ghosts were just tall tales. So similar, yet different at the same time...

She got up, yawning as she stretched and walked over to her closet. Opening it, she grabbed a purple blazer and yellow scarf. She paused, looking at them both slightly. The blazer was taller than she used to be, when she first found herself crashed on the planet...

She remembered checking the vault as she passed by, only one time piece was left. She knew that wouldn't be enough to make it home, and she didn't know if she would pass another planet she could survive on in between them. So she grabbed it, and braced for impact. The ship crashed on 'Earth' in the middle of the night, and looking back on it now, she was lucky no big place caught sight of her. She remembered bleeding, maybe having a broken or fractured bone with the sharp pain coming from the left side of her body. She found herself being too hurt to move on her own right away... it was possible that she would have died...

But then two people entered her vision as she picked herself up. Both wore hats like she did, one of them actually had two. Apparently the two hat man, Reginald, had seen the ship pass in front of his airship while it fell from the sky. The two were naturally confused on why she was there, and concerned if she was alright. She remembered them offering to take her to the airship's medbay, but she was more worried about her relics, which were not the only things she had of her time with her old friends. The one with his orange hair in a ponytail that hung over his shoulder, who called himself 'Right Hand Man', offered to do it for her. However, she took liberty and carried them all herself to the airship. Needless to say, the two were surprised by the child's strength.

She now called these two 'Dad' and 'Papa', and they called her their daughter.

She allowed herself to exit her thoughts as she pulled her brown shoes over her purple socks and pants, standing up and walking over to the door of her room. It was a new day.

"I was wondering when you were going to wake up." An energetic voice spoke as soon as she opened the door. She was met with a more-humanoid Topbot, with a face that smiled at her, and silver hair that helped make them seem more like a teenager. He wore a blue and orange jacket, with the faintest hint of a green shirt being seen, and dark dull indigo pants that ended in his metal shoes that were literally his feet.

A few years ago, Hat Girl had found herself more lonely. Her dads, while they made time for her, were often busy at work. Most of the younger kids aboard the airship didn't let her play too often, and the teenagers were often on training missions or just plain avoided her. In an attempt to give her someone to hang out with, Reginald took aside a random Topbot, redesign and reprogrammed it to act as a brother to Hat Girl. He spent so long and hard on it that it felt like part of his soul belong to the machine in the end. Which could possibly explained how Platinum wasn't just following an interactive script, but was fully self aware and alive. He did have a small panic attack at first due to the sudden self awareness, but soon after he was able to cause trouble with Hat Kid.

"You ready for today, brother of mine?" Hat Girl asked, a smile forming on her face.

"Uhh, yeah." He said, a smirk forming on his face as well.

"Good, we can get started on our prank plans after breakfast." She stated, passing him and walking down the hall, humming a slight tune as she glanced out at the seemingly-night sky.

"Aww, come on!" Platinum said, racing next to her quickly, rolling his bright orange eyes. "You always have to eat before we can have fun. I don't see what the big deal is."

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, Brother." She said, sticking her tongue out playfully. She never fully grew out of her childish phase. "I pity you sometimes, food is great and you're unable to experience it."

"Please. I got my Tanks and Family, that's all I need." Platinum replied, rolling his eyes as the two walked into the cafeteria area, which was currently a bit busy as you would expect from it early in the morning. "I honestly don't see why your body decides you need food. Just seems inconvenient in my option."

Hat Girl shook her head slightly with a chuckle as she walked over to the sideboard, where Burt and Fredrick were talking.

"I'm starting to get concerned over your coffee obsession, Burt." The Cheese wearing Toppat said, arms crossed as he glared at the man in front of him. The man always sounded like his throat was sore, at least to Hat Girl it did. She remembered questioning if he was alright when they first met.

"Coffee is nice, Fredrick." Burt said, the dyed orange part of his black hair covering one of his eyes, as per the usual. He always seemed to act like he had no emotions, and spent most of his days in his office or grabbing himself the drink that was currently the topic of their talk. "The fact that you never tried coffee worries me."

"I'm more of a Hot chocolate person, and besides, the smell alone is enough to turn me off." Fredrick stated, grabbing the lake of floating marshmallows in a cup along with the plate of 'Bacon, Egg, & Cheese Breakfast Bombs' he liked. "But I know all that coffee isn't healthy for you, I swear you drink more coffee then you eat actual food."

Burt rolled his eyes at the statement, before glancing around the area as he grabbed his coffee and toast. "Fine. I'll eat a little more today." With that, temporarily balancing his plate on his other arm, he grabbed one of the muffin-like items off Fredrick's plate and walked away.

Fredrick was frozen in shock for a few seconds, before huffing and glancing to the side. It was only then he realized the children of the leaders. "Oh, sorry you two, I didn't see you there. Off going to cause some trouble later I assume?"

"Possibly, possibly not." Platinum shrugged as Hat Girl chuckled, before giving her breakfast request to the cook-toppat that came by.

"I'll be taking that as a yes." Fredrick said, shaking his head. "Just uhh, do me a favor and don't go on a spree of spray-painting the inside of the vents, again. Took me and Sammy nearly the whole day to clean it last time."

"Alright, no spray paint in vents..." Platinum said, raising his arms in front of him slightly in defeat. He watched as Frederick left, before turning to his sister. "Want to finally see how many people we can surprise with airhorns tape to their chairs and doors?"

"Oh heck yeah!" Hat Girl said, giving her brother a thumbs up. And the Toppats that heard her shout began to feel a faint feeling of fear among them. They knew then that chaos caused by those two would come later that day.

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What they didn't know was on earth, a conversation was happening. About the true chaos.

"You sure this is... safe?" One government person asked another as they glanced at the cannon. Although cannon felt like an understatement. The place where the 'cannonball' would come out of look like it itself was 27 miles long. "For Earth I mean."

"Should be." The other replied, hoping away from the gears they were adjusting. "The material should begin to burn up after it makes contact with the toppat orbital station. The worst we should have to deal with are burning pieces of metal and stuff falling down to earth in the size of normal meteoroids."

"Am I the only one who feels this is a bit... extreme?" The first asked as they hop into the tunnel to the underground control system of the cannon. "I understand they've been a pain to deal with since they got up, but can't we just set up traps for them on earth."

"It's not just about the Toppats alone." The second stated as they followed the first, wanting to be as far away from the cannon before it blew its canon ball. "If other criminal organizations see what the clan has done, they'll likely follow in suit. Soon all crime might be unstoppable because those who caused it are up in space. Is that the world you want to live in?"

"No."

"Then we need to make a statement. And this is the only way. Now let's get to the control room, and get this party started..."

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Hat Girl had found herself staring out the cafeteria window as she finished her plate of breakfast, slightly blocking out what Platinum was talking about as he sat in front of her. This was a bit normal for the two, half the time they were inseparable during the day. Especially since the incident where Dad was captured, and Papa had to be turned into a cyborg to live. It was a bit of a struggle for the clan then, and even with Dad back it was a lot of work to make up all the money that had been stolen the night before they were meant to launch their station-

Her train of thought stopped as she faintly spotted something outside the window. She got off her seat and walked over to the window, placing her hand on it faintly as she glanced down at the planet they raided. There was some sort of... gray and slightly green ball thing. At first it was just a speck of dust, but it was getting bigger.. and bigger... it was coming to them, faster and faster.

"Hattie?" Platinum questioned, walking up next to his sister in confusion. "What's going on, you don't just leave a plate of food alone suddenly like that." She was a bit wordless at first, but managed to point to the strange thing. Platinum had to squint his eyes to see it. "That's... just a space rock."

"Coming FROM Earth?" Hat Girl asked, looking at her brother. "As a former space traveler, I have NEVER seen that happen, and I know that's not a normal occurrence for this planet. And not to mention it's perfectly... in the path of.. hitting... Get Dad and Papa and warn them, NOW!"

"Time to act serious for once then." The topbot said, quickly racing away from his sister and the group of toppats.

She glanced at the ball again, seeing it was getting closer and larger with each passing second. She found herself frozen like the poor souls in Vanessa's Manor, or the times she used her ice hat years ago. What was she going to do?

"Dad, Pops!" Platinum called as he reached the Cockpit of the rocket, taking an unneeded breath as he reached the door.

"Platinum?" Reginald asked, turning away from his cyborg husband as he glanced at his Robotic son. "What's going-"

"We need to move, or use Supreme Dominance." Platinum cut him off, with worry in fear shining in his orange eyes. "Now-"

At the very seconds, the 'cannonball' of metal and small bits of trash collided with the orbital station, hitting the middle of the rocket.

Hat Girl fell to her feet as the station twisted and chaos fell around her. Everything outside the window became a blur, as Toppats screamed in panic. She suddenly found her grip from the wall she'd grabbed onto slip, and she was slammed against another wall. Everything went black to her after that.

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It took a bit for her mind to process things as she awake, her body aching in places like she had a faint sunburn. She slowly opened her eyes with a groan, scanning the mix of dark and light. She appeared to be where the window of the cafeteria once was. Keyword there being once was because now it was a pile of glass on the grass below her. Some of the glass were close to her arms, and likely was responsible for the small cuts she saw on them. She glanced around as much as she could without getting up.

Chaos was the best word that could describe the current state of the station. Well, other then 'destroyed'. Parts of the orbital station the Toppats called home where broken and scattered across what she could only assume was a forest clearing. The earth was dragged up from a few parts finding themselves lodge into it. She was able to see a few Toppat members getting up or helping others up, while trying to take in what had just happened. Not like she could blame them, she knew exactly what happened, but was still trying to process it herself.

Their home was attacked, and was sent far from earth. Yet, judging by the fact none of them were suffocating, it meant this planet had oxygen or some other air humans could breathe in. Which made sense, they did land in a forest. But that meant they were out of the solar system...

Her train of thought was cut off by a sliver of a blur that entered her field of vision. At first she was a bit spooked out, until her vision adjusted, and she saw the familiar metal hand, only with a few faints scratches. She took the cold hand, although by now she was used to the chill, as Platinum helped her to her feet. "You ok, sis?"

"Y-Yeah." She said, letting go of his hand as she rubbed her arms slightly. She picked up her nearby fallen top hat, and made sure to check the side. She sighed in relief as her hand made badge, one that had the hats of her fathers on it, was still there, and placed that hat back on her head. "Some shards of glass cut me a bit when the window broke."

"Well... considering what just happened, it could have been a lot worse." Platinum looked around. "This is all so unreal..."

"Yeah..." She slowly walked past her brother as she glanced up at the sky, then around at all the greenery around them. Why... was she feeling like she had been here before? Her mind told her it was simply because it looked like earth, but her heart was insisting it was something more.

"Oi. Are ya ok, Reg?" Right Hand Man asked, as he helped the Chief onto his feet, worry in his human and robotic eyes.

"I'm fine. But... the others..." Reginald coughed slightly, before looking around the crash site, as much as he could without moving from his spot anyway.

As the leader of the Toppats, one skill he gained over the years was being somewhat-able to get a rough estimation of how many clan members were in his sight. And after seeing at least 100 Toppats in his vision, he knew others were likely on the other side of the rocket. Assuming at least 88 toppats were on that other side, it meant that a few were still stuck inside, likely injured or, worryingly, dead. Not to mention the children...

"Right Hand Man! Check the rumble for any trapped members!" He ordered, his voice and tone clear that there was no time to waste. He was still not fully used to his lover's cybernetics, watching his legs turn into a booster as he flew into one of the openings near the top. But he loved him all the same. He glanced at a nearby group of Toppats. "See if you can find anything from Medbay, and get it setup for any injured members!" The toppats seemed to be slightly surprised by his tone, but they quickly got to work, scanning the nearby areas.

"Sir." A voice appeared behind him. He turned around to see a man in a black jacket with his white shirt visible. "I know you likely don't want anyone else going into the wreckage, but-"

"Yes Quincy, go find the kids. Just be careful." Reginald answered, the fellow father wasting no time to do so in response, likely worried for his own daughter. The kids were in a pod similar to the leader's pod, it was one of the first things Reginald planned out when he made the blueprints. They would spend most of their days in there, it was the safest for them, especially if the place was to below up, they would already be in a pod and on their way to earth.

Hat Girl found herself walking near the nearby Woodline. That's when she noticed the traces of purple deeper down, and found herself frozen in realization.

Reginald noticed his daughter near the Woodline, and walked up to her. "Are you alright, Hattie?"

"I recognized this place." She said, looking at him. "I been here before."

Reginald's brown and blue eyes showed sudden confusion, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly. "You... what?"

"This was the planet I was on before I crashed onto earth." She responded. She then pointed out where the green of life and calmness turned into the creepy purple and black of dread and the unknown to all but her. "That ghost who's song Papa sings lives there."

"Really, the one with that Mafia, one of which went into space to try and get a toll from you?" Reginald question. He never thought his daughter was lying about the planet, but he figured he never find himself on said planet so he mostly just consider it stories.

"Yeah!" She exclaimed, childlike joy in her voice. She never really outgrew her childish side.

"Well... I suppose that means there's a town nearby, at least We should be able to get resources there." Reginald sighed, turning over his shoulder as Right Hand Man landed behind him. A look over the cyborg's shoulder showed some toppats in a little medbay-like area, some medically skilled Toppats using their skills to help the more injured Toppats, the 3rd in command Sven among them. He looked back at his partner in crime. "Was that everyone... alive in the rumble."

"Got everyone t'at was in t'e rubble." Right Hand Man stated. "Surprisingly, everyone lived."

Reginald was a bit surprised at this, but a smile formed on his face. "That's very relieving."

"So... what's the plan Dad?" Platinum asked, glancing at the Toppat leader slightly. "We can't just stay here with no place to rest, or prepare food." He paused for a second. "Well, you guys can't, at least."

Reginald brought his hand to his chin in thought, before dropping it and walking up a nearby rock. He cleared his throat, before calling out. "Can I have everyone's attention!?"

The clan members stopped whatever they were doing, except the few tending to the hurt Toppats, but he knew they were listening as well.

He took a breath before speaking. "As your Leader, I would be lying to you all if I were to claim I knew how to fix this, or the exact steps we should take next. We are the first of our kind to find ourselves stranded on a planet that can maintain life. But we cannot let this disturb us. It may be a long while, but I promise you, we will find our way home. But for now, survival is our goal, to watch after one-another, as clan and family." He paused briefly as he glanced at them all, lost souls unsure of what to do, before resuming. "Those of you who are well enough, see if you can move the walls detached from the station in order to make a temporary form of shelter. We do not know when a storm will come by, if this planet has storms at all. Look for supplies that fallen outside of the ship, only go in to retrieve items that are necessary for our survival. Go along the Woodline and look for wood for a fire. And trust in one another." With that, he backed up from his position on the rock.

Platinum watched as the clan members took a few seconds to process the orders, and the fact they were on another planet, before most started to look around. He spotted Burt and Fredrick walking up to a broken piece of wall, and seemed to start debating where the best place would go to serve as shelter. He saw Calla Fox, the one who stole the Ruby alongside Sven, slowly walk away from the Swedish man to help others look for supplies. He found himself glancing to where the purple part of the woods were hidden, his curiosity growing.

Reginald began to walk over to the wreckage that a few hours ago was the base of operations for the Toppat clan. "Hopefully we stolen enough we can sell in order to pay for what we need to fix the station..." He placed his head in his hands. "It's going to be so expensive..." He let out a muffle shout, not wishing to distract his clan members.

"Still t'ink ya s'ould 'ave let me 'unt after t'at pink-'aired government-kissin' t'ief." Right Hand Man grumbled, glancing at him. "Especially since we lost two members t'anks ta 'im."

Hat Girl watched her dads walked closer to the broken station, and went to follow them to help, before feeling a chilly hand grabbed her hand. "You said one of your friends lived in the creepy woods, right?"

She turned to look behind her, taking a second to glance at where the woods were before returning to her brother. "Yeah."

"And the creepy woods is in the direction of that purple stuff, riiiight?" Platinum voice showed intent, and seems to show he already knew the answer.

"Yea, The forest is kinda pretty in it's own way though, if memory serves me right-" She suddenly looked at him, processing the grin that appeared on his face. In response, she gave her own smart smirk. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"We sneak away from the clan while they take care of the crash rocket mess and chill with your old pals?"

"YES!" She said, high fiving her brother as she bounced in the air slightly. "I been wanting to see them all again, but never thought I actually could until now! I just... hope they aren't still mad at me for sweeping them off of my spaceship."

"Come on, with your cute face as a child, and you still a bit childish face now?" Platinum asked, warping an arm around her shoulder. "They'll forgive you in a heartbeat."

She nodded, a smile on her face as removed her brother's arm around her shoulder. "Catch me if you can then, brother." She said, sticking out her tongue with a 'bleeh" and raced into the woods. She heard a shout from her brother, something about 'cheating' by 'not telling him' and heard his metal feet click ageist the ground to catch up to her. She let out a giggle before shouting once they were a safe distance away from the clan. "Snatcher, here we come!"

[enby-crisis]

Wish I was (Dolores) Five x reader

Summary: You knew Five as a kid but when he left it felt like your life was on pause. When he comes back to stop the apocalypse you wake up as your thirteen year old self and seek the academy out

Word Count:1396

Warnings: None

Requested: Yes

1994 April (five years old) You sat under the dogwood tree in your front yard. You were reading a book about flowers and their meanings. Flowers were your friends. No one wanted to hang out with a freak who could grow plants the way you do. It was getting late and with the setting sun, cold. Shivering in your overalls, you pause to think about weather you should go in. Your mother hasn't called you in yet and you wanted to read as much as you could before bed so you stiff it out, knowing she'd make you stay inside if you went back in. There was a strange sound followed by footsteps in the grass behind you. Startled you drop your book and half-spin to peer behind your tree to see a school boy fixing his tie as he looked around your yard. "Hello? My name is (Y/n). What your name?" You ask. You have never seen this kid before but maybe he was new and didn't know about the rumors surrounding your name yet. "Five." He blankly stated. "Five? Like the number?" You question. "Yes like the number." He glanced at your book, "Plants?" "Oh.. um yeah I like plants. I actually really like flowers." You say, hiding the book under your leg.  You were not in a hurry to tell him you could spontaneously grow plants out of the palm of your hand. "Well gotta do something in this shithole huh girly?" He noted. "That is not a very nice word." You pout. "You would be right. It's not a very nice word. So don't say it." The boy studied you. "Wanna see something cool?" He asked. You nodded shyly at him. "Yeah." He held his hand out to you and you stood to take it. The second you grabbed his hand he pulled you up and you were across the street from where you stood. You cleared your blurry vision before focusing on Five. "How did you...?" "I can teleport. It's how I ended up at your house. I wanted to see how far I could go." He explained. "I can do something cool too." You rub your face with one hand and drew his attention to the other where a blue tulip blossomed from your palm. "Here you can keep it. I promise it won't die." Five plucked it and smirked at you. "What does it mean?" You smile, "Trust." 1999 December(Ten years old) You sat in the grass, cold but content with looking at the stars. With your mom at work and your babysitter asleep, it was a perfect night to freeze to death trying to find peace in the sky. Until a blue flash of light brought your attention to the previously empty space in front of you. A space where now a smug looking boy in a "private school" uniform stood with his hands pushed in his pockets. "You should be asleep." Five states the obvious. "You should be at the academy reading German or something." You huff in retaliation. Five sighs, pulling his hand out of his pockets and takes his blazer off. He drapes it over you before sitting beside you. You give him a strange look. He shrugs, "I think it looks better on you." You smile to yourself, "Thank you. But why are you here? It's too late for either of us to be up." "Heh you caught me." Five rubs his hands together. "I wanted to run an idea by you." "Okay." You hum. "Do you think I can time travel?" Five asked. "I don't know. I think the real question is do you think you can time travel? Because I didn't know I could do half the thing I could do until I tried." You share. "I think I can but Reginald won't let me try." He pouts. "If you think you can then try. Why?Do you need the old man's approval for everything?" You smile at him. Five jumps up. "You're right. I won't know unless I just do it." You follow him up, "Well when you get to the future come here. To this tree, I'll leave you a present." Five holds his hand out and you hand him back the blazer before he dissipates in a flash of blue. 2019 March (30 years old.) Waking up as a younger version of yourself was not how you planed on spending your day off. You looked like a preteen. Again. After your small fit of angry though, you cleared your head enough to know what step to take next. It was about time you pay a visit to the Umbrella Academy. You researched it on the train back to Texas. It took almost a day to go back home. Once you figured out where the academy was, you walked from the train station to the academy. You braced yourself and knocked then quickly looked down at your vans when the door opened. "Um excuse me can you-" You begin. "(Y/n)?" You hear a male voice say. You look up to see a familiar young boy. "Five?" A million things ran though your head. You had to fight the urge to punch him. But you also had to fight the urge to kiss him. You always loved this boy. Always. Even when he left you to dry when you were teens. You didn't give him that flower for nothing. You though "soulmates" would be pushing it but he was your one and only love. Your blood boils at all the times you tried to date other boys only to be left again and again and this boy was the root of all of that. "Long time no see. You look terrible. Want a margarita?" He quipped, holding up his own alcoholic beverage. This stupid pre-adolescent boy had the audacity to make this a joke. You were not amused. "Five I haven't seen you in almost twenty years and the first time I do see you, you look exactly like you did the night you left- the night you left me. And of course you did something else to ruin my life so I am only going to ask you this one time okay? Why am I twelve?" You rant. "Um long story short? Because I am. Also you're thirteen. Not twelve." Five holds the door open for you and you push past him.

You have never been to the academy before but what you saw wasn't what you expected. From all the stories Five told you when you were kids you expected a boarding school or a prison but this was a house. A home. 

"Dolores this is (Y/n)." Pause. "Yeah from when I was a kid." Another pause. 

"Shut up, you're embarrassing me." Five said with a blush.

"Who the fuck are you talking to?" You jeered.

Five pointed to the bar where half of a mannequin in a poke-a-dotted shirt sat holding a half melted margarita. "You've got to be kidding me." You sigh, " you left me to live with a doll for twenty years? You know what? Screw you Five. I'm done." You spin on your heels toward the door to leave.

"I got the flower!" Five half-shouted as he pulled your arm to stop you.

You turn back to face him, absolutely shocked that he had remembered a conversation you had two whole years before he got the courage to time travel.

He reached into the pocket of his blazer and pulls out the Forget-me-knot bloom you had planted a year after he disappeared.

"I know what this one means too. And-and I never forgot you either. I'm so sorry I left the way I did. You deserved some kind of warning and I'm sorry that I didn't tell you before you left but I love you. I really actually love you and when I I grew up in a future where you weren't there and I think I fixed it. You look like you did the day I left because you're tied to me. This is our second chance. My second chance. If you'll let me have it. There was not a day in my 45 years that I didn't regret leaving without you. I know I can't ever make it up to you but let me try. Please." He confessed.

You smiled, "Okay Five."

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[yourdeepestfathoms]

A Good Dog Doesn’t Bark

[yet another Foster AU for SIX, if there weren’t enough already]

(Read Anne As Courtney!Anne)

Word count: 4004

TW: Child abuse

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Jane couldn’t understand the idea of fostering.

“I mean, yes, it’s a good thing to do,” She had said over tea. “But wouldn’t you rather have a baby come from your body? You just won’t have the same connection with a foster child...”

Anne and Aragon gave her an unamused look. She continued her mantra with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“Plus!” She went on. “You may have to give them up! What if they’re terrible? Or you can’t raise them? Or if their parents want them back? Are you ready to deal with that guilt?” She stirred her tea calmly. “I’m just saying that maybe you two should just try for a moment first.”

“We’re lesbians, Jane.” Aragon deadpanned.

“I meant sperm implants.” Jane specified, slightly ruffled. “That’s what I did to have Kat!”

Aragon wrinkled her nose at the through. Anne snorted.

“No way.” They both said.

“Your loss.” Jane shrugged.

Despite their friend’s very helpful commentary, Anne and Aragon went on with their idea of fostering and went to an adoption fair hosted by the county foster program. There, they met a young eleven year old girl with gnarled blonde-brown hair, storm grey eyes, and a knack for drawing. Instantly, they both fell in love with her shyness and lamb-like appearance.

They had to have her.

“Kinda feels like we’re picking a puppy from a kennel,” Aragon admitted as Anne was driving them both to the house where they would retrieve their new daughter.

Anne has just smiled at her comfortingly, but even she had to admit it kind of did feel like that. Especially when they eventually got to their soon-to-be-daughter’s current placement.

“No, no, no, NO!!” A deep, rough voice roared. “You absolute IDIOT! You would have been dead! Do it again!”

That’s the first thing they heard when she stepped out of the car, then a series of grass-padded footsteps, the clanging of metal, and then a cacophony of crashes and rattles.

“Stop holding back!” The voice snapped. “Where’s that little monster I saw when I first got you?”

“I-I don’t know!” A second voice squeaked, similar to their girl’s. “Dormant? Sleeping? Hibernating? I learned that bears often hibernate, so if it’s supposed to be a bear— OW!!!” There was a howl of pain. “You said hair pulling was cheating!”

“I’m your guardian and teacher. Nothing I do is cheating! Now do it again or so help me—”

“Okay! Okay!”

There was another scampering or footsteps, metal hitting against metal, the strain and creak of ropes, and subtle harsh breaths and whimpers.

“There,” The younger voice panted. “Was that-” A squeal of pain, followed by a heavy thud up against what was presumably the fence. “Owww...! I-I wasn’t—” Another noise, this one the horrible sound of something whipping down against a skull. “Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop! I’m not ready!”

“USELESS!” The older voice bellowed. “Nobody is going to wait for you in a fight! SO STOP WHINING AND FIGHT BACK!!”

It was madness. Pure madness. And Aragon and Anne couldn’t just stand there and listen to it anymore.

They stormed through the backyard gate and stared in horror at the obstacle course set before them- thick nylon ropes hanging from old, gnarled trees overgrown around the yard; a steep, splintered wooden ramp; large, heavy tires set up in rows; deep trenches of muddy water; even what looked to be a board full of upturned nails placed on the ground. Most of the grass was dead and seemed to be stained a permanent shade of red. The worst thing, however, was the twisted older woman standing above a shuddering child with a bamboo pole in her hands. When she noticed the couple goggling at her, she didn’t look horrified to be caught, rather just annoyed. She prodded the child at her feet roughly in the shoulder.

“Get up.” She spat, then finally turned to address the visitors. “What?”

“What the fuck,” Aragon said first. “What the fuck is wrong with—”

Anne covered her mouth, but her wife struggled and even bit her in her attempt to keep scolding. The woman with the pole looks very amused.

“We’re here to get Joan.” Anne said, still attempting to wrangle up Aragon. “Umm... What is this place and, yes, what is going on?”

The woman raised her nose, examining the two of them.

“This is the Puppy Mill.” She said, and those words sent snarls of ice cold horror curling through Aragon and Anne’s stomachs. “Where the...unwanted children go. Or are born. I get a lot of knocked up teenagers.”

She cast a disgusted look over to a young pregnant girl sitting on the porch. The girl glared right back, and that’s when Anne and Aragon realized that they were surrounded by kids. Kids ranging from ages five to seventeen it seemed, either sitting on the roof or in trees or on the porch or watching from the windows inside. They were all dressed in rags, had their hair done in tangled messes, looked absolutely filthy, and had collars fastened around their necks. It made Anne want to cry and Aragon want to rampage.

“What the fuck,” Aragon muttered again.

“Who did you say you wanted again?” The woman asked. “My name is simply Wolf, by the way. Don’t wear it out.”

“Joan.” Anne repeated, trying to keep back a tremble in her voice. The smell of blood, piss, and sweat were swarming her senses.

“Joan...” Wolf looked around the backyard, tapping her chin. “Don’t think I have a Joan.”

“That would be me,” Gurgled the child at her feet. Wolf scowled down at her. Aragon and Anne realized she, too, had a thick, metal collar latched around her neck.

A shock collar.

“Oh. Right.” Wolf oozed. “I thought I told you to get up, Pit Bull.”

“Pit Bull?” Anne echoed.

“We don’t use real names here. For example, the six year old that just took your wallet without you knowing is Yorkie.”

“What?!” Anne whirled around to find that her wallet was, in fact, missing from her back pocket and now resided in the greedy little hands of a dirty, mud-smelling six year old boy with amber eyes. He had been going through it with his grimy fingers up until he was caught and then actually hunched over, bared his stubby teeth, and growled like a dog. Wolf laughed loudly.

“That’s my pup!” She cheered. She held out her hand and Yorkie immediately scampered over, pressing his head into it eagerly. She stroked his dusty hair gently. “Alright, now give this lady back her things. You’ll be rewarded for your thievery after this.”

Yorkie beamed. He gave Anne back her wallet and stuck out his tongue at her before skittering away to probably brag to his friends about what he had done.

“See. That’s what you should be like.” Wolf said to Joan, prodding her in the cheek with the end of her pole. “Why did you tell them your name? You know why don’t use those.”

“I’m sorry,” Joan whispered. She failed at getting up, still reeling from when she had been hit on the head, and just slumped to the ground in a woeful puddle, moaning pitifully.

“Why can’t she use her name?” Aragon hissed.

“And why do you call her Pit Bull?” Anne added.

“Because,” Wolf smirked wickedly with all her teeth. “Pit Bulls are killers, just like this little one.”

Black ice shot through Aragon and Anne’s veins. Darkness seemed to be rushing into their vision, sucking all their breath away. It was like the entire atmosphere was pressing down on them.

“What?” Anne whispered.

“You’re lying!” Aragon snarled.

“Tell that to the corpses of her parents she beat to death,” Wolf said smoothly. “She’s a little monster. My perfect little monster. If she can just get her training drills down.” She shot Joan a glare. “But she isn’t for sale. Not that you would want such a creature after hearing what it’s done.”

“No,” Anne shook her head. “We’re taking her. We have forms.”

Aragon fished them out of her purse and thrust them into Wolf’s hands. Wolf sighed, rolled her eyes, but scanned over the documents. She occasionally glances at Joan and then the couple as she was reading.

“Hm.” She eventually said. “I suppose you are right.” She suddenly snapped her head downward and jabbed the end of the pole in between Joan’s shoulder blades. It made Aragon jolt forward slightly, hands outstretched and twitching. She gave the woman an entertained look, then turned her attention back to the child on the ground. “Get up, beast. Go gather your things. You’re out of here.”

“B-but—” Joan tried to protest.

“NOW!”

Wolf grabbed Joan by the collar and yanked her to her feet, then shoved her roughly to the back door. The girl uselessly keeled over into the grass immediately, but managed to scramble inside.

“Worthless,” Wolf hissed under her breath.

“We can call the police.” Aragon warned dangerously. Her protectiveness for the child seemed to have only increased, despite the alleged news of murder.

“You can try.” Wolf said. “But it won’t do you any good. Nothing ever happens.”

“You’re hurting these children!” Aragon cried.

Laughter rang out through the entire backyard- the children were laughing.

“Awww, the rich lady thinks we have it bad!” One boy in a tree chortled.

“Probably because she’s had everything handed to her on a silver platter!” Another chimed in.

“Ohhh, look at me! I have money and can pay my mortgage! I need to barge into everyone’s lives and think I have to fix it!” A third mocked, causing a roar of giggles. Aragon suddenly felt a lot less pity for all these kids except her girl.

“She's acting this way because Pit Bull is a weak little bitch,” Said the pregnant girl on the porch.

“Yeah!” A seven year old joined in. “Pit Bull is making us look bad!”

It was that moment that Joan came back outside holding a small bag full of her belongings. She cowered under the looks she got and scampered over to the three adults. Her shoulders are hunched around her neck and she’s trembling, Anne and Aragon realize.

“Traitor!” A kid on a rickety tree branch shouted.

“Don’t come back here!” Another yelled.

“We don’t want you!” A third joined in.

“And neither do they!” The second added. “They’re just pitying you, Pittie! But they’ll throw you away soon!”

“Try not to kill them, too!” Bellowed a cruel fourth kid.

By that time, Joan was clearly fighting off a wave of tears.

“We’re leaving now.” Aragon snarled, glaring at Wolf and then all the children in the backyard. “God save you.”

Screeches of laughter filled the yard as the couple and their new foster daughter walked to the gate. They could hear the kids mocking Aragon’s words as they went, and Aragon somehow managed to keep from storming back over and pummeling all of them.

“Are you okay?” Anne asked Joan once they got to the car.

Joan looked down at her feet. “Yeah...”

Anne and Aragon exchanged worried looks, but didn’t try to prod. They just helped Joan into the car and began to return home.

The drive smelled like blood.

———

Joan was asleep when they got to the house—or maybe she was just unconscious. Anne and Aragon didn’t know. And they were not sure if they wanted to.

Anne grabbed the bag while Aragon carefully scooped up the child, who was alarmingly light. She was absolutely tiny too, even for an eleven year old. That was exactly why she barked at her wife to call her doctor friend to come do check a check up on the girl.

“They’re just the kind of injuries you would expect from an experience like this,” Maggie was saying as she returned from the child’s bedroom, removing the stethoscope from around her neck in a far too professional manner for what Aragon or Anne was used to. “Even though I’m not technically working right now, I still have to follow confidentiality agreements, so I can’t tell you the extent of her injuries, but she’s had a rough time. From what I’ve seen, it appears as though she was thrown into a wall and hit her head more than once; she’s got a few bruises, a bad ankle, and a couple of nasty broken ribs.” She concluded, setting down her medical kit on the coffee table. “All-in-all, she’s in pretty bad shape, but nothing seems critical. Speaking optimistically, she ought to make a full recovery."

The reaction to his proclamation was stunned silence as Anne and Aragon stared at her in disbelief. She looked back in confusion.

“What?”

“There is no way that's all that happened to her!” Aragon finally exclaimed explosively, halting her agitated pacing by the flat’s window. “When we went to her placement she had been hit in the head with a pole, I’m pretty sure there was blood everywhere, there was absolutely no hygiene there so it’s peak conditions for infections, and all you have to give me is a few bruises? Mother Mary above, you are a doctor, aren’t you? Why don't you just go fix her up and—”

“Training to be a doctor.” Anne cut in quietly, but her wife didn’t hear her.

“And we are her PARENTS now! We deserve to know what’s wrong with—”

“I think what Catalina is trying to say,” Anne finally took charge, and Maggie shot her a grateful look. “Is that you’re withholding important information from us, Mags, because a girl with the home we saw must have sustained much worse injuries than you’re explaining. So please, enlighten us.”

Aragon grumbled to herself before tossing herself down on the couch and downing an entire glass of vodka in one go.

Maggie, nervous, shuffles her feet and then sighed in defeat. She sat down on the arm of the couch.

“Alright, so basically, beside the bruises, cuts, sprained ankle, and bumps on the head, you’re looking at a girl who’s probably been severely abused throughout her entire life.” She said reluctantly, but bluntly, meeting eyes seriously with each of them in turn. “Not just physically, either. I really— I shouldn't be telling you any of this; legally I can’t. All I can say is that what happened to her today wasn’t the first time. It’ll take about a month and a half for all of her external injuries to heal completely, but with physical evidence of her history...the emotional toll is going to be huge.”

Anne set a hand on Aragon’s shoulder when she sensed her wife was getting worked up, but Aragon still got herself to her feet and marched to Joan’s new room. Maggie watched her good helplessly, then turned back to Anne.

“I’m sorry,” She whispered. “That I can’t be more helpful. She‘s right— I’m a doctor. I should be—”

“Shh,” Anne took one of her friend’s hands and rubbed the knuckles comfortingly. “It’s alright. You did more than enough.”

Maggie smiled at her, then got up and began to gather her things. She left some amoxicillin, antiseptic, extra bandages and gauze on the table.

“Just in case.” She said.

“Do you just carry this stuff around?” Anne asked, walking over and picking up the amoxicillin.

Maggie giggled. “Never know when you might need some strong painkillers!” She waved. “Call me if you need anything, alright?”

“Will do,” Anne nodded. “Thank you!”

With that, Maggie is gone. Anne can now hear Aragon cooing in the extra bedroom, so she takes the amoxicillin and a glass of water, and then walks over to the room. Inside, she finds her wife perched on the edge of the bed, stroking Joan’s hair, who is awake, but dazed.

“You took me away,” Joan whispered.

“That’s right.” Aragon said softly. “You’re safe now.”

Joan’s pale face crumbled. “Don’t make me go back there. Please. Please, don’t wanna go back...!”

Anne’s heart broke as she watched this. Aragon seemed to feel the same thing, because she wrapped Joan in her arms and pulled the tiny child into a tender embrace. The little girl immediately clung back, crying into the woman’s chest.

“We’ll never send you back.” Aragon promised her. “You’re our girl now. Our daughter.”

“That’s right,” Anne nodded, walking over. “We’ll take care of you, Joan.”

Joan looked up at them, grey eyes sparkling with tears. Anne and Aragon both reach out to wipe away the streams on each cheek.

“Thank you,” She whispered. She rested her head back on Aragon’s chest, taking steady breaths.

“Hey,” Anne said. “I know! Why don’t I go run you a nice hot bath while Catalina makes us some dinner? Then we can watch a movie! Our first family movie!”

Joan actually smiled, and it was such a beautiful thing to see.

“We never got to take hot baths,” She whispered. “Or watch movies, unless we were really, really good.” She looked up at the two women. “Can I really do that?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” Aragon said. “This is your home now.”

Joan gave another small, but giddy smile and hid her face in Aragon’s chest to hide her blush. Anne ruffled her hair affectionately and then got up to go run a bath in the bathroom connected to the room. Aragon continued to rock Joan in her arms until the water was ready.

—

The room smelled like apples. Not the fresh, crisp kind from the ageing trees in the orchard, but the sweet, faintly chemical scent of apple flavored products. It’s the scent of bath bombs and body wash and, in this case, no tears baby shampoo.

Something Pit Bull had never smelled before.

No-

Not Pit Bull.

She wasn’t-

She was-

She wasn’t-

She was-

She didn’t know who she was anymore.

She splayed her hands open and stared down at them, remembering the way hot, slick blood slid between her fingers. Remembered the chill of the fire stoker’s metal and the smoothness of the lamp’s body. Remembered the way they cradled her brother’s head, which was wrung backwards, neck snapped like a baby bird’s. Remembered how they clawed at His face when he tried to pin her down and remove her clothes.

His face. Him. Her daddy.

And her mummy had watched, face blank, not caring about her husband’s choice to punish their daughter. But she did care when their pathetic child reached back, grabbed a nearby screwdriver daddy had been using earlier that day, and drove it deep into daddy’s eyeball.

Those hands travel up and delicately touch the metal collar fastened tightly around her neck. Her name is engraved on the front- “Pit Bull.”

That’s her name. Not Joan. Who is Joan?

Joan was dead.

Pit Bull desperately roused herself from her reverie when she felt the lashing tongue of the belt across her shoulders and back, the sting of glass edging itself sneakily into her skin. She could see daddy again, his daunting figure towering over her seven-year-old self like some sort of terrifying giant.

Her head snapped up and she lost her will to panic when she noticed something. She was looking in a mirror.

She had not seen her reflection in a long time, since Wolf didn’t like anyone becoming too vain, so she would breaks all the mirrors or cover them up. Now, gazing at her petrified eyes, shrunken lips, and bruised cheek and jawbones, she was shocked by her defeated appearance. Her shape had held out well—she had lost more weight than she had imagined, but at least her her thick, blonde-burnished hair- brown creeping back in at the roots- seemed to be preserved. However, the expression in her own eyes frightened her. They were so blank, so dead—what had happened to her?

Her musing was interrupted by the low growl of her stomach. She needed food, badly. But where could she find some? This was those ladies’ apartment- ladies who were, in all likelihood, going to punish her severely if she took anything that was offered to her. She was used to the punishment—that was the way it was; she wasn't supposed to exist. She wasn't worthy of being alive, so it was natural that she should suffer some sort of consequence for wasting useful air. But she was hungry, and she wanted to at least choke a small portion of food down before the abuse began again. Even if the two women were nice, she couldn’t trust them. She couldn’t believe she let one of them hold her. She even cried in front of them!

She wouldn't dare to ask for any; that would only ensure further deprivation. Wolf’s words, not so long ago spoken, echoed through her head—if you ask, the answer is no.

It wasn't that she particularly enjoyed living to meet the brutal woman’s standards. It was only that she had been forced to learn in order to survive, and even now, after being allegedly set free, her mind and body still clung to that way of living. How could it not? It wasn't as though she had ever known any differently.

She would wait until they came to her, and then, hopefully while they were distracted, she would eat as much as possible before the beating came. She only hoped that it would not be too painful; she didn't want to throw it back up.

Pit Bull eventually peeled off her clothing and grimaced at her body’s state- tight blemishes decorating her body from her thighs to her neck, mottling her pale skin various sickly shades of black and navy and violet and mauve. Her collarbone was bruised all across, while fingerprints showed clearly around the tendons in her neck. Limitless scars in varying degrees of recovery were scattered like pine needles across the expanse of her arms, shoulders, wrists, back, and thighs. Angry red and deep blue marks mar the expanse of her pale back.

Wolf so badly wanted to make her the monster she was believed to be. And looking at how maimed she was, she was starting to believe that she truly was a creature of nightmares.

———

After an hour of being in the bathroom, Joan eventually wandered out in the dining room, bleary-eyed and hair dripping. Aragon smiled warmly at her from the kitchen and Anne went over to greet her.

“Have a nice bath, darling?” She asked the little girl, who blushed shyly at the pet name.

“Yes ma’am.” Joan whispered, keeping her head dipped low.

“We’re having lasagna.” Aragon told her. “Do you like lasagna?”

“I’ve never had it before,” Joan admitted. “Well- Maybe once. A long time ago.”

Anger flashed in Aragon’s eyes, and Joan flinched away. Anne set a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Wanna meet our cat?”

Joan’s eyes lit up. “You have a cat?”

Anne nodded and led her over to a fluffy white and brown ragamuffin sleeping on the couch. Its ears twitched and blinked big blue eyes at them when they approached.

“This is Speed Demon.” Anne said proudly. Joan giggled at the name, making her heart swell with even more love for this little one.

“He’s so pretty!” Joan exclaimed. She gently pet the cat, who immediately pounced on her hand. She laughed again.

“He’s evil.” Anne grinned.

“I like him,” Joan said. “Can he watch the movie with us?”

“Of course!” Anne said. She continued to watch the child play with Speed Demon until she abruptly stopped and touched the collar around her neck. “Joan? Sweetie?”

Joan turned to her. “Take it off.”

“What?”

“Take it off.” Joan whispered this time. “My collar. Take it off. Please.”

Anne nodded. Carefully, she reached out and unlocked the metal collar around the girl’s neck. She set it to the side and then looked back at Joan.

The real Joan.

This entire time, Pit Bull had been wearing the girl’s skin like a coat, but now with the collar removed, Anne could see that Joan was free.

Free.

Her Joan.

Her daughter.

[riverboundao3ff]

Riverbound, Chapter 21

Your name is KARKAT VANTAS and you can’t stop thinking of that video John showed you that one time with the human gamer yelling “CAPTAIN! LOOOOOK!” even though this is very much real life and there is a fucking enormous pirate ship barrelling right at you.

You barely have your sickles out before Vriska comes barging out of her cabin in full pirate ensemble, sword strapped to her waist and fangs bared. “Eridan, take the lead with me! Aradia, Terezi, and Karkat follow. Try not to get yourselves killed. Micah, up to the crow’s nest and see what the enemy is doing. Feferi, keep us at full clip in a circle.”

“I’m not a very good captain!” Feferi yelps as she almost snaps the wheel in half.

“Don’t worry about it, the 8rigantine’s been through some serious shit. She can take a rookie at the wheel!”

Micah zaps up to the crow’s nest with the eyepiece and trains it on the enemy ship. Despite your bloodpusher hammering away in your chest cavity, your feet carry you over to Aradia and Terezi, both grinning ear-to-ear like the maniacs they are. Both are amazing fighters, and you are… very small. Small, and not very strong.

If Crabdad could see you right now you know the old guy would shit himself on the spot.

“Why am I here,” you mutter, gripping your sickles for all they’re worth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck--”

“Shouldn’t Feferi be giving the orders?” Eridan mutters to Vriska, scowling.

Vriska sneers back at him. “My ship, my rules. If you don’t like it you can swim back to shore.”

“I’ll throw you overboard first, bitch.”

“Good to see some things never change,” Aradia snickers, but you can’t bring yourself to rib Eridan for his black crush as you watch the other ship pull right up against the 8rigantine.

“What’s it look like?” Terezi asks.

“Big. Probably one-and-a-half times the size of the 8rigantine…” You trail off as you see the hostages on board and do a quick count. “There’s about fifteen lowbloods on board. Most of them are rusts and bronzes. I see one gold.”

“A psionic?”

“Yep.”

“Dibs,” Aradia calls.

“He’s all yours,” you mumble, beginning to regret being hatched.

Well, it’s too late to back out now. Aradia lays out the plank with her telekinesis and sends a massive shockwave across to the other ship before the terrified hostages can so much as try to rally together.

“Aradia! Don’t hurt them!” Micah wails in protest.

“Sorry!”

She doesn’t look very sorry, but Vriska and Eridan are already charging across the plank together with fearsome battle cries, Terezi right behind them with swords drawn and Aradia bringing up the rear. From the crow’s nest, Micah yells something about the violetblood captain being in his cabin.

“Oh, I am so getting grounded for this,” you tell nobody in particular, and then you bound across the plank in four quick strides, ignoring the dark, churning waters below, and fling yourself into the fray.

Some bronzeblood takes a swing at you the second your feet hit the deck, but you can tell her bloodpusher really isn’t in it when she scrambles back as you knick her cheek with one of your blades. You dodge around a pair of unarmed rustbloods, sweep the feet out from underneath another bronze, and end up back-to-back with Terezi.

Not too long ago you would have been losing your mind at the thought of fighting alongside the girl you crushed on for a pretty sizable amount of your miserable existence, but at the moment you kind of want to smack her upside the head for letting Vriska drag you guys into this. “Where’s your crazy-ass moirail?”

“Looking for our target! Micah said he’s in his cabin,” she yells over a rustblood girl’s furious screeches as Terezi is able to deflect every blow.

You swipe at a boy who tries to lunge for your arm. “Well I wish she’d hurry--”

A shockwave knocks your flat on your ass before you can finish that sentence. Your ears ring, and you roll over with a groan to see Aradia and the goldblood psionic circling each other, both crackling with invisible energy.

“Back off! Back!” the psionic shrieks, blasting yellow sparks at Aradia. “He’ll kill us all if we lose the session!”

“Nobody’s dying today,” Aradia tells him calmly.

“What?!”

“Just keep fighting. We’re here to help.”

Some of the other hostages obviously overheard the whole thing, because you see several stop circling a hissing Eridan to turn and stare at her. None of them have even tried to attack him. He uses the opportunity to break free and roundhouse the psionic into the mast, knocking him out cold and sending cracks up the wood.

A nearby zap alerts you to the cavalry’s arrival. “Eridan!”

“He was attacking Aradia-!”

“Micahlookout!”

The mast splinters apart at the base and comes down through the deck, before toppling over towards your alien friend. They teleport out of the way just in time, reappearing to grab the unconscious goldblood and disappearing again.

The bronzeblood boy you’ve been swatting at scrubs furiously at his ganderbulbs. “What the-- did I just-?”

“Yeah, they do that,” you explain.

“I wanna go home.”

“Same.”

The sound of glass breaking has everybody jumping back as Vriska and the violetblood dude come tumbling out of the cabin window, screaming and clawing each other up with no mercy whatsoever. Serket’s metal arm is making progress in tearing a gash in the violetblood’s side, but he’s still way stronger than her and just as angry.

“You fucking bitch! This isn’t how you play the game!” he snarls, kneeing her in the gut so hard you hear something snap.

She spits blue blood into his face. “This isn’t a game anymore.”

He kicks her off him and springs to his feet, only for a blast of energy to carve a perfect hole through the center of his chest before he can so much as cuss her out again. There’s no blood, no bits of flesh dangling down into the gap. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eridan lower his rifle, brows drawn together in concentration.

You stare in shock as Vriska kicks the still-standing corpse overboard.

The following splash is the only sound to be heard for the next couple of moments. You and Micah make eye contact and stare at each other for a little bit. Eridan and Vriska high-five and start ushering the hostages across the plank to the 8rigantine. Aradia just shrugs and helps a bronze girl with a bad knee to her feet so they can go, guiding Terezi along with her other hand.

“Well, that was quick,” you mumble, making your way over to Micah.

They don’t show any outward signs of distress, but the way their gaze doesn’t focus on anything in particular once you both make it to the other side tells you everything you need to know. You want to throw Serket overboard as well; for fuck’s sake, she knows humans are fragile about these sort of things!

They look over at you. “Guess that’s one way to do it.”

“Yeah.” You look out at the horizon, where a pod of skywhales are surfacing to breathe. “I’ll be honest. This rebellion stuff is way less fun than I thought it was gonna be.”

“Me too. Wanna get out of here once we get the hostages back to shore?”

Oh, fuck yes. “Sure. Can we get some of your weird human food?”

“Ask Dave, my guy. I’m broke as hell.”

“Fine.”

You wait impatiently as Micah helps the others down to the beach once the 8rigantine makes it to shore, but you can’t help but feel a surge of warmth when you see the dawning realization on the former prisoners’ faces when they realize that they’ll be going home. You’re smiling as a few of the younger kids grow brave enough to give Micah hugs, which is understandable given that the alien is very soft and huggable. It’s no surprise to you that they’ve managed to land in somebody’s diamond.

“Nothing like trauma to help bring people together,” they say as you watch the group walk off together towards town. “One of them said that they’re gonna make a group chat and call it ‘Hostage Gang’.”

Everybody gets a good chuckle out of that, and most of the tension leaves as you guys head back to Vriska’s hive. Terezi and Aradia start arguing about what blood caste has the thickest skull bone, with Terezi in favor of seadwellers and Aradia insisting it’s the indigos.

Micah bumps your arm. “Ready to go?”

“Yep.”

“Cool. Lemme grab my backpack.”

They zap away and are back in the span of two seconds, backpack slung over their shoulder. You have to tell yourself not to stare, even if you’re still definitely not used to your weird alien friend’s wacky spacetime powers.

Vriska’s face falls. “You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna bring Karkat to Earth to hang out. I’ll be back soon,” Micah tells her.

“... Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Aw, missing your lusus already?” Eridan taunts, before hightailing it back up the path to Vriska’s hive with a furious pirate girl on his heels. Terezi takes off after them with a shriek of delight, with Feferi begging them not to start a fight and Aradia waving back at you as she pelts sand at the back of Eridan’s head.

“Good god,” you mutter.

“Love those assholes,” Micah says, every word laced with affection. They hold out their hand, and with a lot less caution than you used to, you take it.

In the blink of an eye, the both of you are outside Dave’s apartment building with the sun going down behind the skyscrapers in the west. It’s hot as fuck, even for you, and teleporting never fails to make you a little dizzy.

You look up and down the alleyway. Cool, no other humans around.

Taking a running start, you kick off the dumpster underneath the fire escape and grab on to the last rung of the rusty ladder. You pull yourself up with a grunt and start hiking on up to the top floor, concentrating on the horizon to calm down your tilting vision. A bang of boot against metal lets you know Micah is right behind you.

“Why don’t you just teleport up?” you ask.

“Do you want me to take you up?”

“No. It makes me dizzy.”

“Sorry, dude.” They yank off their hoodie with a huff. “I need the exercise.”

“Don’t let Equius hear you say anything like that. For my wriggling day last sweep he gave me an exercise regime and video-called me to personally ensure that I was doing it. It was fucking terrible. Every time I see a stretching mat my ass clenches up so hard I taste shit.”

“... Do you think he’ll come around?” they ask.

You snort. “Who knows. I like the guy, don’t get me wrong, but… he’s pretty set in his ways about the authority of the Empire and the hemospectrum. If Nepeta can’t get through to him, nobody can.”

“Eridan decided he wants to change. So did Vriska.”

You bite your tongue before you can tell Micah that they unwittingly became the lusus-figure of those two jackasses the second they waltzed into their lives. “Yeah, well. Equius is a whole other hoofbeast, pun intended.”

By the time you reach the top level, your thighs are burning, you’re out of breath, and Micah has to brace themselves on their knees while sucking in air like an upright mechanical cleaning device. The usually pale skin is flushed red, and they’re making absolutely no attempt to cover themselves.

All humans have red blood, dumbass. Get over yourself. “How come you can go for three hours straight on Just Dance but get winded going up a few flights of stairs?”

“Man, shut up. You’re breathing heavy, too,” they wheeze.

“Barely.” You pull out your palmhusk and shoot a quick text to Dave, telling him to check the fire escape. Your palmhusk is barely back inside your sweatpants pocket before the window you and Micah are under slides open.

A messy head of blonde hair pokes out, and your gastric tract does a flip when a smirk lifts up the corners of Dave’s mouth. “Two aliens, chillin’ on my fire escape, five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay.”

“I regret ever letting you in on the incredible gift that awaits this world that is Vine,” Micah sighs. “All those iconic seven-second videos, all those memes that have yet to define Gen Z as a culture… and some greasy millennial Texas kid gets the first crack at it?”

“Micah. Mickey. Mickaroonie. Gen Z was born at the start of 1995. I was born in 1996. I barely made it, but I made it. Slipped right in there like the intruder through Annie’s window, RIP Michael Jackson. Vine is my birthright, same as yours.”

“It will be your birthright.”

“What the fuck is a Vine?” you demand. Stupid humans and their stupid human culture. You still have difficulty believing that their planet is divided up into thousands of different sectors, each with their own laws and languages and governments. How come they just can’t pick one thing and go with it?

“Hush up and get inside, Karkles, both of you are letting all the cold air out,” Dave drawls, backing away from the window so you and Micah can hop in.

You do so and almost immediately eat shit when you land on a pile of comic books that slip out from underneath your feet. “Fuck!”

“Keep it down, bro, the walls are thin.” Dave chucks an empty juice bottle into the trash can across the room. “Thin as a rin-tin-tin, gotta keep on silencin’, can’t let the haters in from the world that keeps on burnin’--”

“If you shut up we’ll tell you about the rebellion that’s happening on Alternia. Past Alternia, that is,” you offer.

That gets his attention. He turns to you, brows drawing tightly together. “A revolution? On your hellhole of a planet? Isn’t that, I dunno, really frickin’ risky? You’re not in danger, are you?”

“Not in my time period, dummy,” you say, crossing your arms to block out the surge of warmth inside of you that has nothing to do with the Texas heat. He cares about your safety. “It’s like, ten sweeps ago? Fifteen? I dunno, Micah’s the one who’s actually in it.”

“Yeah… I don’t know, either. Alternian measurements of time are confusing. But yeah. Me and a bunch of my friends are gonna overthrow the government,” Micah explains.

“Hell yeah, stick it to the man. But, like, be careful.”

“I will. Time shenanigans are kind of my thing.”

“Can we get food now?” you demand.

“Hell yeah we can.” Dave glances behind him, but there’s nobody there. “Yeah… let’s see, Bro’s not gonna be back until Saturday, so we’re good.”

Micah glances over at the calendar on the wall and frowns. It’s Tuesday. You’re not sure what Tuesday is in relation to Saturday, but they don’t seem happy about it.

The three of you end up sneaking around downtown Houston until you locate a McDonald’s. It’s weird, how much safer you feel on Earth in comparison to Alternia. These aren’t your people, and this isn’t your planet, and yet when a group of teenagers pass under the tree you and Micah hide in while Dave goes inside to order you don’t even flinch. It helps that the sun has gone down and you know that humans can’t see in the dark.

“So…” they say, eyeing you thoughtfully. “Do you want me to leave you guys alone? You know, city lights, fast food, two teenagers sitting together under the stars…”

FUCK. You slap at them with a furious hiss. “No! I-- what, no! Who told you? Was it Sollux? It was fucking Sollux.”

“It wasn’t Sollux. You’re pretty obvious, dude,” they remark.

You scrub your face with your hands. “I… he’s just so great, which is stupid because he pisses me off, and he’s an alien, and it’s just impossible. A-And he’s human-heterosexual!”

“Hey. Look at me.”

You look at them.

They smile at you, and your racing bloodpusher calms as you remember that this person is one of the few you can trust with your life. “No relationship is ever easy. You know this. But what you don’t know is that people always find ways to come together. My moirail is an oliveblood assassin, and she’s easily one of the top three things that’s ever happened to me.”

You can’t help it: you smile a little. “What are the other two things?”

“Rice bowls at Chipotle. Meeting you guys.”

“You’re a sappy fuck,” you tell them, even as you snort into the crook of your elbow.

“I sure am, hotshot. Oh, hey, here’s Dave--”

“--eeeeeEEEEEE here it is! Help me up,” a familiar voice announces. You look over the branch you’re stretched out on and reach down to help Dave up while Micah grabs the bags of food from him. His palm is just as warm and sweaty as yours, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once everybody is settled in and munching away on shitty, delicious human food you break out the big guns. “Micah has a moirail.”

“Which one is that?”

“They have a girlfriend. Ew, can’t believe I’m resorting to highblood slang.”

That gets his attention. “Oh, real shit? Is she hot?”

“Yes, Dave. She is hot.”

“What’s she like?”

“Kind. Shredded as all hell. Loves sappy romance novels. Lowkey murders people for a living. Gets embarrassed easily. Like, I’ll say something like ‘I’m gonna shooshpap the anxiety right out of your soul, honey-bunches’ and she absolutely loses her goddamn mind--”

You shriek and slam your hands over your ears, trying to not blush and give yourself away. “No, no, noooooooooo, Micah I’m under nine sweeps old please-!”

“I don’t get it! Why is talking about feelings so sexy?” they yell, throwing their hands up while Dave loses his mind. “Damn! I touched my friend’s cheek the other night ‘cause he was messed up about my ribs being broken and he just about exploded.”

“Slut,” you wheeze.

“Your ribs are broken?” Dave stops laughing and starts poking at the other human. “What? Are you okay? How did you even climb this tree?”

“I’m fine now, buddy, Alternian medical tech is pretty great,” they assure him, ruffling his hair as he swats at them.

“Wack. One time I was in the ER ‘cause I needed stitches and the nurse didn’t even numb me up, she just frickin’ went for it. Big-ass needle, big-ass thread, screaming six-year-old, I think I scared the whole McFrickin’ clinic half to death--”

You want to hear everything about Dave’s bravery in the face of a mediculler, but before you can ask for more details a beam of bright light hits Micah right in the face, making them reel back with an arm thrown over their face.

“What are you kids doing up there, huh?” a deep voice calls.

You look down and almost shit yourself.

Underneath the tree are four fully-grown adult males, all big and with guns strapped to their belts (seriously, why the fuck do humans run around with so many weapons on them when they’re so stupid?) and wearing blue uniforms.

Oh, shit. Dave told you to never trust the ones with the blue uniforms.

“We’re eating McDonald’s in a tree, officer,” Micah explains cheerfully.

“Can I ask why?” The one in the front glares up at you. You shrink back into the foliage as much as you can. Dave grabs your hand, squeezing tightly, and you squeeze back.

“Why not?”

“Can I see some I.D?”

“No. We’re not breaking any laws. This is public property.”

You stare in disbelief as Micah pulls out a fry and munches on it without a care in the world. Were they really not afraid? Did humans just… not fear their authority figures?

They can teleport. Of course they’re not afraid, you remind yourself.

“How many of you are up there?” another one asks.

“Three.”

“Are any of you armed?”

“No, sir.”

“Can you come down, please?”

“No, thanks. We’re fine where we are.”

“You guys want a cheeseburger? The lady who took our order gave me an extra,” Dave offers. “It’s got onions, though. Onions are nasty.”

The one farthest to the left says something into his walkie-talkie. Micah grins.

You know that grin. “What are you--”

“Hey, officers! Wanna see something cool?” they yell. “Watch this!”

They push off the branch they’re leaning on and lunge towards you and Dave. You barely have time to yelp before they’re grabbing your arm and zapping you guys out of there.

Delighted peals of laughter fills the whole apartment as you land face-first into Dave’s bed. You spit out a dirty sock that somehow ended up in your mouth and shove them off the end of the mattress, but you’re laughing too. You’ve never seen anything like that.

Dave looks over at you, gorgeous red eyes twinkling behind his shades and a big smile lighting up his respiteblock, and just for a moment, everything is perfect.

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oh I would love to hear your take on Iyami having adhd 🐀💜

Oh, neat!!! OK, so this is going to be a bit lengthy and encompass all of his incarnations, but basically Iyami gives me BIG ADHD vibes, especially if we’re talking the predominantly hyperactive kind.

First, of all, he’s really, really restless. In -kun, you barely ever see him walk normally, he either skips or dances his way from point A to point B. He also walks on his toes, which is something I’ve done all my life (even wore those orthopedic shoes to ‘fix’ it when I was a kid) and literally JUST learned it’s an ADHD thing, like, a few days ago. He also sings loudly to himself and talks to himself a lot. Basically, he’s bursting with energy 24/7.

He’s also really impulsive! There’s one manga story where he makes his New Year’s resolution to be less of a pain in the ass and it reveals that his random acts of terribleness are basically just him acting out every shitty thought that passes through his head.

It’s like, you know how sometimes we see, something someone painstakingly made and there’s this little thought on the back of our head that’s like “I could just... destroy this. Just smash it to pieces.” but we don’t because that’s bad and we have a minimal amount of self-control? He just does it! And it PAINS him to try to stop himself, he saw a man boarding a bus with a loose thread hanging from his sweater and having to stop himself from tying it to the bus stop made him incredibly frustrated.

In 80s -kun, he gets in trouble more than once for drinking/eating things that he shouldn’t without thinking twice about it. It crosses his mind, he does it. Another neat 80s -kun thing that comes to mind is the Iyami germs story, which could be interpreted as a metaphor for him not being all that neurotypical, if you’re generous. Basically, it reveals Iyami’s uncontrollable drive to cause trouble and say whatever crosses his mind, no matter how shitty it is, is caused by those little germs who live inside him and, once they get out of his system, he immediately sobers up and realizes the impact his actions have on people, which makes him feel terrible and act incredibly apologetic, eventually going to church to ask God for forgiveness (after all, he IS a good catholic boy... in theory.)

Oh! And... my theory on why he’s such a crook in the first place? Honest jobs bore him. In -kun, he’s always bouncing from career to career, the first episode of 80s -kun is basically just him moving to Akatsuka district to try to make an honest living as a door to door salesman of... some sort of toilet brush with a bar of soap attached to it that he invented but when he goes to the Matsuno’s house and realizes their parents are out for the day his immediate thought is “You know, it would be much more easier to just rob them!”

But I think -san shows it even better in Ep. 6 of season 2. Before he comes beg the Matsunos for food, all battered up, it shows us that he tried four different honest jobs and ended up either ruining them due to his own lack of foresight (he tried to juggle swords without knowing how to and almost killed a man and opened this... establishment where he promised men they would get serviced s*xually by pretty women and when it came to it, he would be the one doing the services) or because he got so bored he ended up sabotaging himself (he spray painted the house of the person he was supposed to deliver packages to when in an Amazon-style job and ended up just drawing his own face on the heroine of the anime he was working as an animator in).

And yet! If he has a clear, set goal in mind, he goes above and beyond what’s expected of him to accomplish it! You can see it perfectly in Iyami Alone in the Wind, in which, upon meeting an orphaned girl who lost her vision but whose condition is completely treatable if only she had the means to, he immediately abandons his life as an unemployed samurai (or just a regular bum in the -san version) and decides to work his ass off to help her! Like, not even the prospect of starving to death was enough to get him moving before, but helping someone else he met once and was nice to him? Then he’s willing to work himself sick and literally go to jail just to help her! This is immensely relatable to me, because I too, have trouble dedicating myself to anything at all unless it’s personally interesting/important to me, then I’ll dedicate my whole life to it. Like, I’m either completely blasé about something or it’s all that matters to me, and it looks like he’s like that too! Another thing I find relatable is that I, too, have trouble doing things for myself, but as soon as I have to do something for someone else, it’s like a switch is flipped on my brain. If someone else depends on me? The mental block disappears completely!

Of course, he doesn’t only use these hyperfixation powers for good. Actually, he mainly uses it for nefarious purposes. It’s Iyami we’re talking about. In an episode of 80s -kun, when his phony health clinic loses all of its clients because Dekapan opened a real clinic and was actually treating the patients instead of giving them flour pills (ahem, medication imported from France) so they would keep coming back, Iyami locks himself up for an entire week in his laboratory developing a morphing potion so he would be able to impersonate Dekapan and do lots of shitty things as him so people wouldn’t trust him anymore. I should note he has no real medical or pharmaceutical expertise in this episode, he’s just a con man, but he somehow manages to create such a thing. His only explanation? “When it comes to coming up with evil plans, I become an expert!”

In fact, you could say his obsession with France itself is an hyperfixation of his. It literally came out of nowhere. The manga explains he randomly decided it was the best country in the world because he met a French beggar who shared his baguette with him. That’s right, that was all it took for him to decide to “become French”. And this took place just one year before the events of -kun!

Other, smaller things about him that I can personally relate to are the fact he doesn’t have many friends his age. I mean, his younger “friends” end up disliking him too, with the exception of Chibita, who’s ride or die but he gets along way better with younger people and animals than with the other, more “serious” adults of the show that are closer to his own age and that he has a little compulsion for sticking non edible things in his mouth just because. Not eat them (even though he does eat weird things) but just... nibble on them for a while.

Another thing I’ve always related to is his to poor body image. I can’t speak for him, but one of the things that worsened mine was being bullied as a kid. Kids are bad at distinguishing exactly why they hate someone so they just insult what’s more tangible to them, which is usually appearances, but I have no doubt what bothered them the most about me wasn’t that I was “ugly”, it was that I was “weird” (aka, not neurotypical).

Aaand this became way longer than I thought it would be... oops. I’m sorry about that. Have Iyami sitting in weird ways (relevant!) to make up for it:

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The 100 6x08 analysis - The old man is not an anomaly, only a prime

This episode was a step down from the previous one but hey, I guess they can’t all be brilliant. The pacing was too fast and a lot of stories happened at once. Still good though. Many reflections on the past which is indeed concurring with the Face Your Demons Theme. Okay, onto the recap.

Xavier, I mean Gabriel and the anomaly

I’ve heard the Xavier is Gabriel theory many times before and I mentioned it in last week’s analysis as well. I did not want it to be true and thus condemned it. As the episode started, a lot of things pointed to this fact and I kept wishing it away. At least there’s a good explanation for it since Gabriel being something which he’s completely against would have been hypocritical, to say the least.

Octavia and Diyoza are very much the same, they would make a great married couple. Just kidding. But they do have a lot of similarities, Diyoza is just the older sister with quite a bit more life experience. They’re both strong physically and mentally, enjoys power, willing to fight to the death for what they believe in and come from traumatic pasts. Absolutely the reason they make such a great team.

We learn that radio signals get sucked up by the anomaly and picked up in endless repeating waves. I guess that’s how Xavier knew about the earthlings’ actions. I’ve seen some tweets about Clarke’s radio calls being broadcasted but I doubt it, her calls were made from earth. They are now in a distant galaxy. It seems unlikely, yet I’m no astrophysicist or engineer, so I guess the possibility exists. Don’t get your hopes up, though.

Diyoza notes that Gabriel loved Josephine from the picture and that she was just looking to get laid. Either she listened to Blink182′s song one too many times or she knows exactly how to read people from one look. She also figured out that Xavier is Gabriel and referred to Bellamy and Clarke as the hostage taker and his girlfriend. I think it’s worth a mention.

It seems like the sociopath has quite a gift to make men fall head-over-heels for her. First the guy in the coffee shop, then Gabriel. Gabriel calls her his deepest desire and darkest fear. She’s going to use these tactics on Bellamy too. More on this later.

Gabriel explaining to Octavia that he was dedicated to destroying false gods while he was one himself must have hit a nerve since Bloodreina was worshipped like one too. Bringing about her tormenting vision of throwing her own brother in the fighting pit to remain in power. We’ve witnessed her journey back to Octavia but there are things she has to answer for. Bloodreina did terrible things and redemption can only be granted for someone who feels remorse. Octavia was willing to die to save the former terrorist from the anomaly and the red queen would never have considered such a sacrifice. She’s come a long way.

Diyoza’s weakness is her daughter and of course she follows Hope’s sweet little face into the crazy green light from where no-one has ever returned. If she does not come back, I’m sending Jason and the writers my alcohol bill. She’s one of my favorites and I do not want to lose her. At least she’s smart and capable, I have faith! 

When Octavia returns, she looks years younger, revitalized and healed. Did the girl under the floor, the grounder or Skairippa come back? Also, I spotted a slight connection between her and Xavier. Am I crazy? Maybe Gabriel was just awed by the phenomenon. What does this anomaly do?

Hello Kane II, goodbye Kabby

I still can’t figure out why the primes are worshipped. Is it merely because of the safety and flourishment of Sanctum or is there more to this story? The nulls (those who do not carry any genetics to produce a nightblood) even deem themselves worthless and consider it an honor to become a host.

At first, I thought Abby was being selfish in her fight to save Kane and then I considered that she might have another plan but unfortunately she disapproved my faith in her. Never trusting her again.

This was the first episode this whole season where I was on board with Raven - minus the spacewalk. She lost her moral-high-ground attitude in the speech to Abby which made all the difference in the world. But she still looks like she just stepped out of the salon. Obviously, she gave in to save Abby, the woman who has been like a mother to her until the addiction. On some difficult level, she still loves her and doesn’t want her to die. I have empathy, still think it was the wrong choice.

“Abby, what have you done?” My question exactly. In what world will Kane accept murdering someone to save his own life? There’s no way he’ll forgive her for this. Is there still a chance to save his real body and bring him back?

On a sidenote, Simone does not seem much better than her daughter.

Hickory Dickory Dock, Clarke’s life is on the clock

Many have said that Russel will turn to the side of our heroes. Although his regret and conscience are constantly shown, nothing can trump the love for a child. Just ask Clarke, she went to the same lengths to save hers. 

We all know by now that Josephine is a master manipulator and she does not disappoint. She is so complex and good at being bad that you cannot but love her and her hair-twirling. And I cannot compliment Eliza’s acting enough. When her father refuses to help, she blackmails Riker into building her an EMP.

Poor Jordan thinking that Dellah is still alive. The only reason Clarke survived is because of the neural mesh from ALIE’s chip that still resides in her brain. Josephine said a mind-wipe hasn’t failed in centuries. Sorry, but I have no hope for Delilah. Unfortunately, Jordan does. He cares so much he even risks his life for her. Which is now in the balance. Well done on calling Bellamy out once again though. “You only care about Clarke.”

I knew Madi was taking the wrong path. And I loved Dad!Bellamy in this scene. Asking whether killing the primes is her idea or Sheidheda’s like a father would ask his teenager whose idea it was to smoke. And she acts superior to both Jordan and Echo yet keeps quiet when Bellamy defies her. Why would no-one watch her while they know what she’s up to?

Anyway, she fails in her plan, leading to two fatalities and all of them captured except for Echo. Jade has orders to bring Josephine back at any cost. She’s a null, worthless to the primes and now knows what they’re capable of. Her face at the end tells me she’s doing the complete opposite. Echo saved her, I think they’ll join forces in saving everyone but the primes.

Memori Forever?

If I wasn’t so mad at Murphy, that “sort-of” proposal would have been beautiful. One of them is dying. When a relationship on this show heads in the direction of happily-ever-after, it’s doomed. Linctavia. Marper. Kabby. And I don’t think it’s Murphy because what fun would a post-apocalyptic world be without the cockroach. Then again, there has been a lot of things in this season pointing to his death.

He points out that he’s never been perfect, not even close. Damn right. But Emori lived the survivor’s life back on earth too and understands him better than most people. Although he’s still willing to help Josephine, it’s not without guilt. It’s written all over his face. While he thought Clarke was already dead, going along with Josie’s plan was easy but now it’s more complicated. Which is why he ultimately tells Bellamy about Gabriel. At least he paid attention.

Who would Bellamy have chosen? Murphy or Clarke? My money’s on his soulmate for sure. Josephine cuts him anyway and his life is hanging by a thread for the third time in a short while.

Are we going daytrip 2.0?

Bellamy and Josephine are heading to Gabriel. I knew they would be the ones to ultimately rescue Clarke. Nothing else matters to Bellamy but bringing her back. Even Echo notices when she tells him, “Save Clarke.” She’s a spy, she can see what’s going on.

Clarke ultimately gave up her fight against Josephine when she was manipulated into thinking Bellamy deemed her expendable. For the one, it’s always the other and for the other, it’s always the one. They are soulmates, incomplete without one another. 

Bellamy’s willing to leave everyone, including his girlfriend, behind to save her. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is. I’m pretty certain their little journey to the anomaly will be filled with Josephine taunting him in her effort to escape. And I  think we might get a confession out of this. Now, the million dollar question, will Gabriel be able to kill Josephine in order to save Clarke?

Diyoza or Murphy or Jordan?

All three of their lives are on the brink but who will die? My guess, none of them. Murphy’s chips exist for a reason. Kane will certainly reject this new life, will Murphy gain Gavin’s body? 

The anomaly called Diyoza, I think she had a ticket to enter. Octavia looks younger when she returns, maybe Diyoza comes back with her little girl. It is called the temporal anomaly after all. 

Russel assured Priya that they’ll do everything they can to save Jordan. So, he’ll probably survive too.

Since there’s no episode next week, I’ll probably do another predictions post. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this.

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if its alright! wrt the 'directors commentary' asks, honestly anything /Anything/ for 'imperfect life', oof :0

ONE DVD COMMENTARY TRACK COMING UP BECAUSE HELL YES you may ask me about this one. GOD I HOPE THIS READ MORE WORKS OR I’M GONNA DIE OF SHAME. For those of you who’ve missed my pleas: imperfect life is on AO3 here. read it or i cry.

Okay I reblogged that post with not much of an idea about what I’d actually have to say but imperfect life is at least at the forefront of my mind lol

First things first I’d had an idea for a fic about Hodgson At Mutineer Camp that i wanted to write floating around my head for a while that was. I suppose centred on the sheer Betrayal of GIBSON YOU CHANGED MY SHEETS FOR THREE YEARS? WHAT THE FUCK? And as I did more research abt both of them and found that they’d been on ships together & that it was likely that either Hodgson or Peglar got Gibson his job? Fuckin wrote itself, especially seeing as in show-canon Bridgens is the Peglar Papers Steward.

Anyway I’ve said this before to everyone who’ll listen but I will say it again: I think Hodgson is misinterpreted & underappreciated by a lot of the fandom &  it makes me SAD and also ANGRY.

Like: I once saw someone say that he was “mad about Jopson’s promotion, so fuck that guy”? NO. He MISSED Jopson’s promotion! He would have gotten a KICK out of Jopson’s promotion! You BASTARDS! Hickey picks on him SPECIFICALLY because he’s out of the loop! I’ll kill you!

Ham jokes? I’m coming to your HOUSE. man’s as ‘obsessed with ham’ as any self-respecting naval officer starving to death in the arctic

Then there’s the “Who is this?” being taken as some kind of a-okay for cannibalism instead of a guy who saw someone shot dead just last night and then spent the morning burying said dead'un being literally scared out of his mind by a greasy lil rat with a knife and Tozer blocking the tent flap with a fuckign RIFLE. DAMN YOU ALL.

Do I think he’s a complete FOOL? YES. Do I think he ever had any kind of malicious intent? NO. Okay anyway I’m gonna talk a bit more abt that later so let me go back to the next part lmao

So Part 2 of the George Henry Hodgson Saga was then to figure out why he had to go stay with his aunts - this ALSO came pretty straight to me, for whatever reason. I think it might have started off as just his parents pleasure jaunt, but as I was thinking about later scenes with Jimmy Fitzjas I came up with a thing abt - Im not gonna find the reference now but in the battersby book there’s a bit abt William Coningham going to take the waters at bath or whatever for Weak Lungs which OBVIOUSLY made me think of my favourite comsumptive Of All Time Fryderyk Franciszek Chopin & the countryside retreats he & his sister Emilia took for their symptoms as teenagers (and unforch Emilia died of tuberculosis aged just 14… rip)

ANYWAY I had some VAGUE idea that George n Fitz could have some kind of Passing Discussion abt Brothers With Shite Lungs that obviously never came to fruition but. Lol whatever, it gave me a reason for why My Parents Sent Me To Stay With Two Aunts.

UH. Right, so then like the third leg for this to stand on was that Fitzjames and Hodgson had ALSO served together & Fitzjames had: 1. recommended Hodgson to the expedition 2: mentioned him TWICE in his Voyage of the Cornwallis 3. Mentioned him in his letters to the Coninghams from disko bay (one of the only Terrors mentioned - there’s a passage abt Fitzjames going to look at the icebergs with Fairholme and Hodgson. ANYWAY; show-canon Hodgson has a sense of humour and I really think he tried to make the men see him as approachable, at least compared to the other Terror officers and that reminds me a lot of how the historical Fitzjames seemed from mystery man! Seeing as they KNew each other I think it’s not unfair to suggest that he’s trying to emulate an older and more successful officer! He wants to succeed! He wants to have fun and to be loved by The Men!

My friend said something very Prescient abt this to me recently which was that THere are a lot of similarities between Hodgson & Fitzjames and it’s kinda like. Fitzjames is the Ideal, and Hodgson just misses the mark. He’s the average man’s James Fitzjames and because he doesn’t know about Fitzjames’ surplus of political luck that only makes him feel more of a failure. Fitzjames gets a bullet that gets him compared to Lord Nelson, Hodgson gets in the gazette as ‘slightly wounded’. Even their monologues! Fitzjames gives a soul-baring confessional he’s never talked about before to someone he respects and he gets! Affirmation! Gets told that he’s a good man and brave and loved! Hodgson gives a soul-baring confessional he’s never talked about before to someone he respects and gets! FUCK ALL! A MAN SITS IN SILENCE! He has to fucking! Walk out alone after all of that! FUCK!!!

Okay so this whole fic just sat in my brain for probably like six months until I literally sat up in bed because I worked out the last piece of the puzzle

(Drac has an epiphany, July 4th 2019, colourised)

Which was, of course, 'Hodgson went to boarding school’ - which is what all of this ends up hanging off of! Boarding school culture! The younger years are servants for the upper years, who in turn are responsible for the younger students!  including discipline etc so like… if a younger year brought something up to their “fag-master” it’d be sorted by them and maybe prefects, without getting schoolmasters etc involved.

WHICH is why George doesn’t tell the captains about what happens to Neptune, because he’s out here trying to be a good fag master and get it sorted himself! His own fag master fucked him over by getting the schoolmasters involved when they oughtn’t have been! He’s not about to be Archibald Harrington-Thurlowe! He’s not okaying the mutiny! He’s trying to minimise the damage *on his own* like a fuckin idiot!

IF YOU CALL HODGSON A MUTINEER I’LL COME TO YOUR HOUSE N MAKE YOU GET LOST AND ABANDONED AND END UP EATING YOUR BOOT BEFORE GETTING 'RESCUED’ BY THE SAME GREASY RAT WHO LITERALLY MURDERED YOUR PAL AND TRICKED YOU INTO SLAUGHTERING CIVILIANS! I’LL. I’M NOT HAPPY.

I’m just basically so upset about 'one perfect moment in a whole imperfect life’ being a childhood memory that he was taught to see as so shameful to compare it to cannibalism under duress? FUCK.

A whole imperfect life in GENERAL has me fucked up! He just kept trying and kept just missing what he was aiming for! I mean. That’s relateable. Not one part of a life turning out as you expected or planned? ME!!!! Your achievements add up to nothing and no matter how hard you try you end up a footnote! FUCK offfff

I had some difficulty with the religious angle for a while because. hm. okay. To start with the religious angle IN-CANON is just.... not correct. Catholics don't let you drink the blood. The church of england DOES... and that's what most of these men ARE. The Papist Speech as a whole was cobbled together from one of Crozier's ~Visions~ in the book - and it's important in that case that Crozier is IRISH... Poor analogy, writers! Putting aside that he was also... SEVEN... maybe he was an unusually tall seven-year old, people assumed he'd had first communion/been baptised & no one wanted to cause a fuss... I mean the guy has lead poisoning so it's fair to mis-remember but... YEAH. Messy, which is a shame because it's a powerful monologue very well-delivered, shame it's complete fucking nonsense 😂 (not to be like... SMH Americans but... smh Americans...)

Anyway, as I wrote it? that’s me. I wasn’t raised religious - my dad’s an old-school small-town Continental Catholic, my mum’s agnostic but raised CofE (but *her* dad was raised Jewish (also continental) during WW2), I think they couldn’t be fucked with the drama, I never went to church or anything and as a kid when we had prayers at school assembly I didn’t know what I was doing!!!! I felt bad because I couldn’t fathom God as a concept!!! I still can’t! But as a kid it’s like. I don’t understand and on account of that I’m afraid I’m going to Hell. tfw you write what you know.

ALSO there were definitely a couple of times where I wrote G H Hodgson as played by B W Wooster and I will not be taking constructive criticism on that.

ANYWAY My brain has kindof turned itself off now but I guess this is just. My own personal backstory to this jhsgfjhs. I actually probably have about 400x more to say but it’s fully evaporated. thank you SO MUCH for asking me though. i die.

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Laces of Illusion|t.h.|h.o.

pairing: harrison osterfield x reader x tom holland

soulmate au (only you au)

summary: for a hopeless romantic like you, it would be ideal to know who your soulmate is, how long will it take for you to discover true love doesn’t exist?

prologue (including the teaser.) 

word count: 2.9k

warnings: ouija board, divorce, some swear words, 

IF YOU READ THE TEASER SCROLL AND YOU’LL FIND A ‘-’ and then the new part starts. 

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Prologue-The name that keeps popping up.

And they lived happily ever after.

Every single fairytale seems to remind you that dreams indeed do come true, it makes you forget the big agony and the big bitch life can be. And for a six year old girl, the dream was just the beginning, there wasn’t yet any utter realization that life wasn’t easy. Y/N was a love enthusiast, she grew up believing in soulmates since she was younger, and by younger, I mean a girl who believed in the concept since she was 3. The innocence of a child is a magical journey. Not to be mistaken with their naivety, that’s a whole other problem. Children need to believe the world isn’t as bad, and she didn’t. She believed that there was hope, let’s call it, faith, trust and pixie dust. That really isn’t a problem. Is it?

In this case, it was a big problem. With her eyes fixed on the false stories with happy endings, that was what would clearly be her downfall, she hid herself under a lie, under a pink world that would be soon crashing above her. She dreamed of a life as a princess, and with a love life of a romance movie. She was a hopeless romantic.

For her, there was no greater adventure than finding someone with whom you would spend the rest of your life and live, of course, happily ever after. She didn’t know that the greatest adventure she wanted to have would be nothing compared to the real story. The road to a new life.

And it all started when she was six years old. Sometimes children are a little naughty, she was no exception. Y/N never had her doubts and after having seen for the umpteenth time a romance film in which they ended up married and ‘happily ever after’, y/n decided that maybe it was exactly the moment to believe even more. Her parents had just divorced and she was watching a movie with her older brother, Marcus, and her older sister, Robin. It was just the day after the papers had been signed, but of course they hadn’t lived together in a while.

The oldest sister was trying to get y/n to focus on everything but the divorce, and she knew her little sister was a fan of the so called chick flicks. It was fine. But their parents were downstairs, discussing some further arrangements. Eh, she knew y/n wasn’t the real problem.

“Maybe mummy wasn’t right,” y/n said just as the movie finished, she hadn’t really watched it, she had decided that she would just use it as a background for her thoughts. “Maybe daddy wasn’t her soulmate.”

“Oh, you’re going to start with that crap, y/n?” Marcus rolled his eyes, earning a glare from Robin. “What? Aren’t you going to say anything?”

“Don’t be harsh, Marcus,” Robin said.

“How can I not be? Did you listen to her? Starting with that soulmate crap, good lord, she’s so stupid!” It’s needless to say Marcus wasn’t the best of brothers, then again he was a teenager, 13, to be more exact. We can’t blame him, we all are a pain in the ass when we’re 13.

“Marcus,” Robin hissed.

“Well, we don’t know it,” y/n continued. “Maybe mummy was supposed to get married with a prince!”

“Ah, c’mon,” Marcus mocked, as Robin nudged him. “Well, explain, y/n.”

The oldest sister, who was now 20, just stared at them both, eager to listen to theory of the 6 year old.

“Well, I think there’s someone meant for us, and maybe dad and mum weren’t for each other, but we could find out who really is!” Y/N continued with a grin on her face. “Is there a way, Robin? To find out who we truly belong with? Our soulmate!”

“I bet we could find a way to know,” Robin smirked, knowing she could well involve her brother as well, to make them forget about everything else. “But let’s try, you know, instead of finding mum’s, we can find yours!”

“Mine? But, okay! How do we… how do we do it?” Y/N’s smile had brightened up her whole face, her eyes were shimmering as she had hopped of to crawl over to her older sister who was on the edge of the bed, who received her with a hug.

“I’ve…got an idea,” Marcus smirked. “There’s this thing…called the Ouija board.”

Robin glared at her brother. “And we won’t do that.”

“What’s a wee–gee boawd?” Asked y/n. “Is it magic?”

“Yes!” Marcus laughed.

“No,” Robin cleared up. “No, y/n, I mean, maybe… you’re meant to marry…hmm prince Eric, perhaps?”

“Don’t be silly,” y/n giggled. “Eric is Ariel’s soulmate.”

“Ah, I was wrong!” Robin followed along. “Then, see? There’s not really a way to know!” She kissed her sister’s head and then turned to her brother. “Don’t bring that up again.”

And they didn’t, not with Robin at least. Because Marcus knew he wouldn’t get his way around their oldest sister. So, just at midnight, Marcus decided it was time to play a little joke on his sister.

“So, how does this magic work?” the little and absolutely clueless y/n asked, looking down at the board, as they had their fingers on a bottle water top over the scribbled ouija board Marcus had made.

“Sh!” Marcus glared at her. “Be quiet, kay?”

“Okay, okay,” the girl whispered now on the floor of her brother’s room, as she stared down at the paper. “So we just ask who my soulmate is?”

“Yes, and it’s not magic…It’s a ghost who answers,” Marcus explained for the fifth time.

“A ghost?” Y/N blinked looking at her brother. “Mawcus I don’t think this is right.”

“Don’t be a sissy, y/n,” Marcus frowned. “Don’t you wanna know who is your meant to be?”

“I…I do,” y/n answered skeptically, and now basically terrified.

“Now, okay, ask away, my y/n.”

y/n grimaced, the top of the lid had moved around the board, and y/n giggled nervously, mostly because she was terrified, and that was her way of coping with fear.  

“What’s the name of my soulmate?” She asked anxiously, as she watched the bottle lid move around the wrinkled paper.

“H…. A….R…..R… double r?” Y/N was looking at the letters as they fled away, it was taking her a lot of time to read, she was only six, for godsake.

“Y/N pay attention!”

“Right, sorry…. I….S…O….N…Harrison? Oh, it continues! O….S…T….E…R…F….I thought it would say oyster, sorry!…I…E…L…D? Ha…rri…son, Harrison Ostewfled? Os..”

“Harrison Osterfield, idiot, that’s your soulmate.”

Harrison Osterfield, that sure was going to be a name that would be stuck for the rest of her life. 

-

There are different type of children, you see. There are the dreamers, and there are the realists. When you’re young, the realists are mostly called the suckers, oh and they’re the worst. Luckily, Tom was one of the dreamers too. He had a great vision in sight, he was convinced he’d end up somewhere great. He wasn’t wrong, the kid would go places.

So while y/n was learning her soulmate’s name and almost being caught by her mum, Tom was having so much fun.

Not too far from those events, the equally young Tom Holland was up to his own shenanigans, and you’d guess where, and if you haven’t, for the sake of this story, it’ll remain as a mystery. Tom and the now named Harrison Osterfield, who, for now, will be held into another panorama, because he deserves his own introduction and not being a secondary character, were hanging out at their friend’s, Ben, house. Ben had an older brother, and they were playing a pleasant prank on him.

Ben’s brother, John was also what we’ve called before, a pain in the ass. He was 13 too, and a very dear friend of Marcus, but I’ll get onto that later. Ben was getting tired of being picked by his older brother. Somewhere at school, they had learned that if you put someone’s hand in cold water while they were sleeping, they’d instantly piss themselves.

But you see, the prank didn’t finish there. So, while John was snoring, the three friends sneaked into the room, trying to keep from the giggles that were coming from them. Ben had a feather, Harrison had the whipped cream and Tom had the cold water. A really complicated plan for 3 six-year-olds. Well, technically Ben was about to turn 7 but that was a whole different story.

So, the plan went simple. First, Tom got John’s hand in the water, then Harrison was going to put whipped cream and then Ben would tickle his nose. Foolproof.

No, they failed it. Things had happened way too fast, and the only thing Tom remembers was letting the recipient fall to the floor, while John was screaming and Harrison turned the lights on.

This story is irrelevant to the story, but it’s a good anecdote Tom likes to remember every now and then, specially because he’ll always remember that night as the day his story was doomed. Not because of that particular water event, though.

Now, we know what was happening.

Let’s jump to a few years later.

After the divorce, y/n and her older brother, Marcus had the worst life. Not because it was actually bad, just very tiring. Robin had to stay for university so she had no trouble, but now, Y/N and Marcus had to move out of town, mostly because their mother didn’t want to be near their father. So mostly, they’d spend some weekends with their father, and some summers, Christmas was the worst, because they had two of them. 

So cut to one of the summers, y/n’s 13th birthday. Seven years later from learning the name of her soulmate, y/n’s father decided that since she was the youngest and the only one who he and her mother could actually fight for her attention, he decided to get her to travel to New York as a birthday present.

Of course, Marcus couldn’t stay behind and had to join them for that summer trip, because he didn’t know what else he could do for the summer, he did have a lot to do, but it was his sense of charity for his little sister.

He didn’t stop bothering her, that’s for sure. So, y/n wasn’t as eager when she found out her brother was coming along. It was a good trip to New York.

Here’s the deal, that summer, y/n wasn’t the only one in New York.

Faith, trust and pixie dust, and a little bit of magic and Tom was there for that summer too. Keep that in mind, for later.

Coney Island was crowded and y/n was struggling to find her way with Marcus who was really bored with the whole surrounding people. It was getting late at night, and y/n was getting hungry, her father and her decided to eat a corndog as they were watching Marcus stroll his way around with a girl he had met that day. So, y/n was glancing around at all the people her age, and this brown haired boy caught her attention. He was followed by two other guys, probably a little younger.

He just stared at her and dedicated a charming smile, causing y/n to blush and look down at her corndog. Her father noticed her behavior and realized that perhaps he wasn’t doing the best parenting job by being glued to his thirteen year old daughter.  

So he let her be. And she started to walk away just to find her brother being rejected by the pretty girl with beautiful hair. y/n laughed as she walked over.

“Huh, found out your true self?” Y/N asked with a sinner look.

“Shut up,” Marcus hissed back. “No,” he sighed as he laughed. “I… well, may have screwed up.”

“You? But you’re prince charming,” Y/N answered with sarcasm, earning a glare from her older brother. “I’m joking, but what happened?”

“Well, she wanted to go to that fortune teller woman and see the future, and I told her it was only crap,” Marcus shrugged. “Because it is indeed crap.”

“I don’t think it’s crap,” Y/N shrugged. “You never know, destiny is a funny thing.”

Marcus pinched the bridge of his nose as he laughed. “You can’t be any serious.”

“What can I say? I still believe in happy endings,” y/n smiled at her brother who shook his head.

“So, you think that everything is written somewhere?” Marcus asked. “I don’t, I believe we build up our own destiny.”

“We build it up, but the path is already made,” y/n explained. “I think that every person we bump into, means something to us.”

Just in time, the guy who had smiled at her before was passing by. They just locked their sight and he was the one to blush now, he was handsome.

“I forgot who I was talking to, Miss Dreams do come true,” Marcus mocked her as he looked down at her. “I’m sorry I can’t follow with that nonsense, I’m not Robin to encourage it either.”

“C’mon let’s go to that fortune teller,” y/n suggested. “The girl is over there, you might be able to win her back.”

“So you want to be left alone, then?” Marcus smugged. “Saw the look you gave to that guy, you fancy him?”

“What?” Y/N was thrown back. “No, no, of course not.”

“Fine, fine, let’s go to that fortune teller then,” Marcus gave in as they walked their way over, he had the widest smirk on his face. You know, he was still a huge pain in the ass, maybe it wasn’t only because he was 13.

y/n tried to walk into the place where the fortune teller was but Marcus insisted on going alone and y/n waited outside. The woman that had been hanging out with her brother stared at her, and y/n just gave her an awkward thumbs up.

The guy who had smiled at her was now behind her, and she stiffened as she looked at him. He was blushing and the two guys who he was hanging out before were looking at them both. They seemed almost identical. They probably were twins.

“Hello,” the boy greeted her embarrassed, he had a thick British accent like hers.

“Oh, hello,” she grinned to them. “Another brit, huh?”

“Oh, you’re---you’re--” The boy couldn’t finish the question, because Marcus was already out the carp, intimidating the boy. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” y/n shrugged. “My idiot brother, this is Marcus and I’m y/n and you’re-?”

“Leaving,” Marcus answered, crossing his arms. This wasn’t the first time that Marcus acted all brotherly with her, and she didn’t like it.

“Marcus,” y/n hissed.

“Marcus and y/n…. Wait, are you John’s friend?” The boy asked. “I mean it would be such a small world if-”

“I’m friends with a John,” Marcus answered. “Why?”

“Does he have a younger brother? Ben?” The boy kept asking.

“Y/N go inside there, I already paid the lady,” Marcus turned to his sister.

“Well, I’m sorry,” y/n rolled her eyes and then smiled at the young boy, just as she walked into the carp. It was covered with blankets, and all types of drapes, and it had a funky smell, that y/n was trying to decipher. It was dark, and the woman had something on top of her head.

Her hair was red, and her eyes were surrounded by a thick black eyeliner, adding to the mystery she already was. Her hands were full of rings, and her red lipstick combined with her red long nails. Her hands were standing on top of a crystal ball, one which y/n was looking at.

“Take a seat,” the woman ordered, before yawning and as she reached down her table to turn on the light of the crystal ball. Y/N pursed her lips as the lady eyed her down. “Your brother was just in, right?”

Now, consider this. 13-year-olds are easily manipulated, and the fact that she started by knowing her brother was the guy who had just been there impressed her. Y/N wasn’t brilliant at that time, she was so naive, because given the situation, of course, the lady did know because her brother had already paid her. But, let’s not ruin her the situation.

“Yes!” The girl answered excitedly.

“So, what do you want to know?” The woman asked. The smell of cigarette could now be perceived and it was obvious she had been smoking.

“Well, I don’t know… the usual, I guess?” Y/N blinked several times as the woman kept staring. “My destiny.”

“Fine eh, let’s see…” The woman looked at the ball and started chanting. “I see… I see a name.”

“Oh, what...what’s the name?”

“It’s Harri…. Harrison… Harrison Osterfield,” The woman said, and y/n felt like her heart was going to jump out of her mouth. She opened up her mouth and brought her hand to it, gasping.

“Oh my god,” y/n whispered as she stood up, trying to get off the carp. The lady stopper her.

“You make your own destiny, y/n,” The woman warned her.

Harrison Osterfield. If that name had already been stuck until now, it would surely never leave her mind.

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[seriestrash]

The List - Chapter Six

- 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 -

Summary: It’s summer vacation and TJ and Cyrus fill their days checking things of Cyrus’ list.

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Chapter Six: Overnight  - PART TWO

Note: This chapter picks up right where the last one ended.

Word Count: 3317

Once inside the apartment again TJ says he’s going to order dinner - with the side Cooper picked as Cyrus happily let him have the perks of their win - and TJ tells the twins to try and not annoy Cyrus too much whilst he’s busy.

Whilst TJ remains in the kitchen on the phone, Cyrus hangs out with the twins, or more accurately they hang around him, the way younger siblings usually do with their older siblings friends. Cyrus didn’t have much experience with younger siblings as he was an only child an all but the gruelling no rules basketball game had bonded them all for life, or so he joked about it the next time he hung out with Amber.

They all sat in TJ’s and Cooper’s room. Cyrus felt awkward for a moment and asks what they usually do for fun. Cooper keeps quiet but Katie isn’t shy with sharing how she likes to play dress up.

“I don’t know if I make a convincing princess,” Cyrus chuckles and Katie giggles too, “I think after my efforts on the court I’m more of a basketball superstar,” and that addition made Cooper laugh.

“Oh you don’t believe me?” Cyrus coaxes his head in Cooper’s direction. He then reaches for one of TJ’s hoodies that laid in a heap of washing on the floor and holds it up against himself. Cyrus does a playful imitation of TJ - to communicate how much of a basketball guy he now was - and this causes both the twins to giggle. Cyrus quickly realises this was a worn jumper and jokingly comments that their mom was right and TJ smelt awful thus turning the twins giggles into a full on laughter eruption.

“I hear laughing, stop having fun without me!” TJ’s voice echoes from down the hall as he approaches.

Without thinking much of it, Cyrus decides to keep the joke going and throws TJ’s sweatshirt over himself to properly wear it.

Once TJ finally reenters the room he too erupts in laughter at Cyrus’ goofy pose with a basketball pinned under his arm for effect.

“Are you making fun of me, Cyrus?” TJ asks jokingly through his laughs.

“Pfft. This is the new me.” Cyrus exaggerates his cool boy pose more and everyone was very giggly which made it harder for Cyrus to compose himself.

“Where’s your bag?” TJ asks.

“By the bunk, why?” Cyrus questions.

“If you get to be basketball guy I want to be underdog.” TJ finds Cyrus’ overnight bag and helps himself to it.

“Okay.” Cyrus agrees.

“I need something Cyrus-y, like your hoodie with the penguins on it.” TJ rummages through the bag.

“I got a shirt in there for tomorrow with little sloths on it.” Cyrus mumbles nervously and suddenly he was worried TJ might think he’s a dork.

“Perfect.” TJ exclaims as he pulls out the navy printed shirt. He proceeds to try button it over his t-shirt with great difficulty.

“If you really want to be Cyrus-y put on the cardigan.” Cyrus instructs and TJ does so without hesitation and even that was more fitted on the taller boy than it should be.

“Perfect fit.” TJ jokes with a laugh as he touches the distressed looking buttons down the front of the shirt.

“We can’t all have noodle limbs.” Cyrus flaps the extra length of the hoodies sleeve over his hand.

“Hey!” TJ looks offended.

“I’m like an octopus.” Cyrus adds with a chuckle and TJ drops his offence to laugh along with him.

“This is hilarious,” TJ smiles, “Let’s get a picture.”

Cyrus agrees and the boys take a silly photoshoot with the help of Katie whilst Cooper sits by and watches. Although, Cyrus did manage to get Cooper to participate in one group photo.

“Amazing.” TJ says as he looks at one of the silly snapshots of the two of them on his phone screen. “Are you cool if I post this?”

Cyrus knits his brows for a moment, being silly was one thing but posting it for everyone to see was another. A year ago Cyrus wouldn’t have thought twice about posting something like that but ever since Jonah said that thing about being dorky with matching jackets Cyrus had become a little more self aware with how he presents himself.

“If you want.” Cyrus shrugs.

“I don’t have to.” TJ frowns as he noticed Cyrus’ mood change.

"You don’t think it’s kinda dorky?” Cyrus questions nervously.

“So what if it is?” TJ shrugs casually. “It’s hilarious.”

Cyrus deflects from how anxious this conversation made him feel and joked about TJ needing to shower to his face.

TJ pretends to be offended but quickly agrees. “Fine, fine, I’m going to shower. Everyone can get in their pyjamas but Coop you can set up the living room for a movie and Katie you get some napkins for dinner first.” TJ instructs, “Pizza will be here in twenty!” 

TJ leaves to shower and Katie and Cooper leave to complete the tasks TJ set for them whilst Cyrus changes into his pyjamas. What to wear for his first sleepover in a long while was part of the reason he took two hours to come over, he was stressing over the perfect decision. Eventually Cyrus settled on some simple black and grey stripped bottoms paired with his favourite t-shirt to sleep in, it’s a vintage Jurrassic Park shirt that Andi found in a thrift shop once and bought for Cyrus as a gift and he’s treasured it ever since.

“Hey cool shirt,” TJ says as he renters the room after his shower and it spooks Cyrus.

“Wow that was quick,” Cyrus laughs off his embarrassment over being jumpy. Cyrus stops for a second and looks at TJ in a comfy pair of sweats and a t-shirt, his hair is damp and deflated from its usual gelled status to lightly wavy tousles that TJ swoops back with his hand. He looked so cosy Cyrus thought.

“Have you seen a contact lens container anywhere?” TJ asks.

Cyrus shakes his head no although he hadn’t really been looking around the room in TJ’s absence.

“I bet Katie’s hidden it somewhere.” TJ lets out a sigh. 

“Wait,” Cyrus holds a hand up in the air, “You’re telling me you’ve been vision impaired this whole afternoon?” 

TJ is unsure why Cyrus is being weird about this. 

“You’re telling me you managed to make those baskets without your glasses or contacts in?” Cyrus asks dramatically. “Suddenly my efforts today on the court feel a whole lot less impressive...” 

TJ shakes his head with a laugh, “If I put on my glasses are you going to start teasing me?” 

Cyrus holds a hand to his chest with a dramatic gasp, “I would never!”

TJ sluggishly picks up the glasses from his desk and puts them on. Cyrus chews on his bottom lip to hide a smile.

“You’re being weird.” TJ groans and folds his arms.

“I am not!” Cyrus says defensively.

“You are.” TJ pouts.

“It’s just the glasses and the curly hair,” Cyrus coaxes his head, “It’s like I don’t know you at all.” 

“You’re making me insecure,” TJ exaggerates a sheepish expression.

“I like them!” Cyrus says genuinely. “If I were you I’d wear them out in public.” 

This time TJ really was sheepish after Cyrus’ compliment. 

“I forgot to ask you about your day earlier, did you have fun with the guys from the team?” Cyrus questions. “I’m honestly surprised you were finished with them so quickly considering you haven’t seen them all summer.”

TJ shrugs nonchalantly. “I don’t know if I really like them all that much anymore.”

“Why?” Cyrus knits his brows, these three guys were supposed to be TJ’s closest buddies so the statement confused him.

“I was just hanging out with them this morning and realised we find different things funny.”

“They like knock knock jokes but you prefer puns?” Cyrus jokes. 

TJ gives Cyrus an unamused look even though he was slightly amused. 

“You ever act different around certain people sometimes?” TJ asks more seriously.

The memory of when Cyrus thought Jonah called him girly comes to mind and how he tried to be more of a ‘dude’. Cyrus nods and TJ continues, “Maybe I don’t like who I am when I’m around them.” 

Something about that came off as very mature to Cyrus, for TJ to recognise if certain company made him feel like a bad person and to be able to admit that and want to cut ties. “I like who you are when we hang out.” Cyrus says honestly with a smile. 

Again TJ doesn’t know how to accept the kind comment and he shifts awkwardly in place, “Quit tricking me into talking about my feelings all the time.” TJ forces out a laugh and exits the room.

“It’s the four shrink parents,” Cyrus chuckles as he follows TJ out, “People open up to me.” 

Shortly after the pizza arrives and the four settle in the living room for dinner. They watch a kid friendly movie before TJ tells the twins it’s time to go to bed. They protest a little but eventually TJ manages to get the younglings out of the room, he follows just to make sure they actually went to bed.

Once he returns, TJ exhales loudly as he flops down on the sofa beside Cyrus.

“They’re in bed finally.” TJ says, “Sorry they’ve been hanging around all afternoon.”

“I don’t mind.” Cyrus says genuinely, “They actually make me wish I wasn’t an only child.”

“Take the twerps on full-time and you might change your mind.” TJ jokes.

"You’re really good with them. They're lucky to have a big brother like you.” Cyrus says softly and TJ laughs the compliment off nervously. 

“What about you?” TJ pushes the attention to Cyrus, “You managed to get Coop to warm up to you in a couple of hours and he doesn’t really warm to anyone.”

“Funny, Buffy said a similar thing to me when I tried to explain to her that we were friends.” Cyrus says with a slight smirk.

“Ha ha.” TJ speaks his laugh. “I mean because Coop’s really shy, even when it’s just me and Katie he prefers to sit on the sidelines. You getting him involved today is a pretty big deal.”

Cyrus shrugs casually “It was nothing, once I convinced him you’d let us win, he was on board.”

“I didn’t let you win this time-“

“This time.” Cyrus’ smile is knowing.

TJ shakes his head with an eye roll, “You abused the limits of no rules basketball.”

“You’re just a sore loser.” Cyrus accuses. “Now we just need Andi to beat you and you’ll have lost to the whole good hair crew.” 

“Calling yourself the good hair crew, now that’s dorky.” TJ laughs. 

If that came from anyone else it might have hurt Cyrus’ feelings but coming from TJ, Cyrus knew it was only lighthearted teasing so he was able to laugh along with him. 

“You’re just jealous you’re not a member.” Cyrus retorts. 

“Heartbroken.” TJ jokes. 

“If you wore your hair like this more we might be open to consider you for admission.” Cyrus motions to TJ’s wavy hair. 

“And what’s wrong with how I usually wear my hair?” TJ asks defensively and it makes Cyrus chuckle.

“Nothing at all.” Cyrus says.

TJ humorously turns up his nose, “I don’t want to be in the group.”

“What? You’re rejecting the good hair crew?” Cyrus plays offended.

“I’m going to start my own club instead.” TJ shrugs a single shoulder casually.

“I wanna be in the club,” Cyrus exaggerates a whine and settles with a begging pout.

“I don’t know, I’ll have to think about it.” TJ taps his index finger against his chin a few times. “What if my club is the bad hair crew, you sure you’re eligible?” 

“It might be really hard but I’m sure I can try to adapt.” Cyrus ruffles his hair jokingly.

Their laughs mesh together in one happy mess. Once the chuckles settle, TJ explains that they’ll be hanging out in the living room tonight since Katie and Coop were sleeping in the bunk in his room. TJ explains that the sofa has a pull out bed but since they were planning on staying up all night hey wouldn’t need to set it up.

“Good plan in theory,” Cyrus bops his head, “One small detail I think I should share with you…” 

“And that is?” TJ raises a brow. 

“I happen to fall asleep on the sofa almost every night when I watch television with my parents.” In fact just a couple days ago he had passed out before Amber went home during one of their dinner and movie nights.

“Well good thing I’m here to keep you awake.” TJ grins. “I’ll just hit ya if you look like you’re dosing off.” TJ gives Cyrus a playful shove and Cyrus retaliates with a weak shove of his own. 

TJ pretends to be hurt by Cyrus’ shove and they two laugh together. 

“Want to watch a scary movie?” TJ asks after the room falls quiet.

“Not particularly.” Cyrus frets. “I don’t know why that’s on my list, I hate scary movies and have little interest actually watching one.”

“I thought you might not be excited about that task so I thought of a loophole.” TJ says proudly.

“Do tell?” Cyrus is intrigued.

“Well your list said ‘watch a scary movie’.” TJ says, “So I think we should watch a scary movie.”

“Not seeing the loophole just yet..” Cyrus laughs.

“There’s this movie series called ‘Scary Movie’,” TJ explains, “There’s a bunch of them and they're just parodies of old scary movies.”

“So like comedies?” Cyrus questions. 

“Exactly.” TJ nods. 

“Is that cheating?” Cyrus asks. 

“I don’t think so.” TJ shakes his head, “But if you wanted to watch a real scary movie we can watch one I’ve seen before and I can warn you before scary parts come on?”  

“Let’s try the comedy first.” Cyrus laughs anxiously. 

TJ takes a moment to fix them some snacks and then the two turn off all the lights to set the ‘spooky’ mood for the movie. Cyrus was happy to learn that TJ was right, the movie was far more comedic than scary.

Once the comedy ends TJ somehow managed to convince Cyrus to watch the other movie option anyway. TJ kindly warns Cyrus before jump scares but that didn’t mean Cyrus was relaxed watching the film. He gripped onto the popcorn bowl so tightly it made his hands go red and even with the warnings, Cyrus still bopped in place with fright. At one point TJ forgot about a particular scare and Cyrus leaps out of his seat with a verbal squeal.

TJ fights the urge to laugh at Cyrus’ reaction whilst apologising for forgetting to warn him.

“You did that on purpose!” Cyrus accuses.

“I did not!” TJ looks offended.

A few moments later both the boys are spooked when Katie enters the room. Cyrus’ yelp had woken her and she came down a little frightened to see what was going on.

Cyrus apologises for making such a scene and TJ sweetly and effortlessly lifts up his younger sister to take her back to bed after assuring her everything was alright.

Cyrus remains in the dark living room with the movie on pause. Anxiously he sits alone with scary thoughts about monsters lingering in the dark on his mind as he waits for TJ’s return.

A couple minutes later TJ slinks back into the room seemingly without a care on his mind.

“That was the bravest thing I’ve ever done.” Cyrus says with an exhale.

“Sit in my living room?” TJ laughs with a confused face.

“Alone.” Cyrus says seriously. “Whilst horror movie scenarios are fresh in my mind.” He motions towards the paused movie.

“I’m sorry,” TJ fights a chuckle, “Next time I have to take my scared little sister back to bed you can come with me so you’re not alone.”

Cyrus knew TJ was teasing but he still says, “Thank you. I’d appreciate that.”

This makes TJ laugh softly and he sits back on the sofa beside Cyrus. TJ mirrors Cyrus’ position with his back against the opposite arm rest and his legs tucked up against himself.

“Is Katie alright?” Cyrus asks, “Sorry I woke her.”

Don’t worry about it.” TJ swats the air, “She wakes up in the middle of the night a lot anyway, especially when mom’s working overnights.”

“Do you babysit them a lot?” Cyrus asks.  

“I guess.” TJ shrugs sheepishly, “Mom makes me keep my pay check for myself whilst she pays for everything like basketball and now my new tutor.. So I don’t mind helping out with the twins when she picks up extra shifts.”

“And your dad?” Cyrus asks cautiously.

TJ ruffles his fingers through his hair for a second and settles with a slight shrug, “Last I heard he moved to New York somewhere.. but that was over two years ago so who knows what he’s doing these days.”

Cyrus’ expression falls and he instantly regrets prying as it was to feed his own curiosity whilst not really regarding TJ’s feelings, “I’m sorry,” Cyrus says sincerely.

“Don’t be,” TJ plays it off casually, “I figure there’s not point in wasting my energy over a guy who left me with nothing but his name.”

Cyrus struggled to find something comforting to say although he really wanted to. Cyrus’ parents divorce happened when he was quite young and they had him on an intense readjustment regime considering their professions.

“I never thought you looked like much of a Thomas either,” Cyrus says with a small smile and the soft expression it elicits from TJ suggests that was exactly the right thing to say. The two fall quiet and a soft and smiley moment passes before TJ finally speaks up. 

“Do you want to finish the movie now?” TJ asks. 

“Can’t we watch something not so scary?” Cyrus is hopeful.

“We could watch Jurassic Park.” TJ motions to Cyrus’ shirt, “I’ve never seen the originals before, just the reboots.” 

Cyrus gasps, “It’s settled, put it on!” 

The two settle comfortably into the sofa to watch the first Jurassic Park movie, Cyrus loosens up very quickly as his love for this movie washed away any lingering fears the scary movie had left him with. 

It was part of the way through the second movie that Cyrus began to feel himself getting tired but surely enough TJ was there to keep him awake. 

During the third Jurassic Park film Cyrus felt his eyes grow extremely heavy. By now it was close to 3am and he realised he hadn’t been paying much attention to the movie at all and he hadn’t heard from TJ in a while. 

Cyrus picks his head up from where it rested against his closed fist and looks to TJ whom is curled into the opposite arm of the sofa.

“TJ?” Cyrus whispers and the taller boy doesn’t stir. “Teej?” Cyrus gently grabs and shakes TJ’s legs which are tucked up beside him on the sofa. 

TJ snaps his head towards Cyrus in surprise, “Huh?” 

“You can’t fall asleep.” Cyrus mumbles unenthusiastically. 

“I wasn’t.” TJ says and he takes his glasses off his face and rubs his eyes. 

“Good,” Cyrus matches TJ’s lethargic volume, “Because we’re supposed to stay up.. all..” Cyrus sleepily struggles to finish his sentence as he rests his head back against his arm on the sofas arm rest. 

“Have I ever let you down, underdog?” TJ yawns. 

Cyrus shakes his head no as the words were too much effort to affirm out loud. 

Then almost immediately - and despite their best efforts - they both drift off to sleep.

[Next Chapter]

End Notes: Can I just say that making Cyrus afraid of scary movies worked for the plot of this chapter but I reckon that he’s actually a scary movie buff. He was hooked on Buffy’s snake tale in whichever episode it was where he questions the facts hahah. Anyway! Thanks for reading friends.

[eyeofthewolfe]

Ninjago Movie: Different POV - Follow Where the Wheels Go

(Night before the attack of Meowthra)

The rev of the motorbike died out as it jolted to a stop. The two teenagers slowly looked up at their home and stared at it for a good 10 seconds. The sky above the older building was pink and orange, hinting that it was only around 7pm and the night was very much still young. The driver looked over her shoulder and back at her older brother before they both silently agreed to stay out a little longer that night. Curfew was 11 anyways, and they could always sneak in the window. With a malicious smile on both of the teenager’s faces, the motorbike revved loudly in the street and sped off into the city.

Kai wrapped his arms around his sister’s waist, leaning into her punk leather jacket. “Where are we going tonight?” He yelled over the wind and engine of the bike. Keeping her eyes on the road, Nya shrugged and yelled back, “I dunno, bro- where should we go?”

He paused, trying to think of somewhere to chill. When his mind drew a blank, he said, “Just follow where the wheel takes us!”

Nya thought through her brother’s answer, and then smiled broadly. She cleared her mind completely, looked at the streets like it was a maze, twisted her wrist, and then took off into the night.

As the colorful sky drained into darkness, the neon lights lining the streets grew brighter in her vision. Even though she could easily recognize where she was in their giant city, she purposely tried to forget where she was or where she was going. She didn’t know where she was going actually, she was just going. Kai was there for the ride, letting out a whoop or holler every once in a while.

After about 40 minutes of random turns and blurry street signs and empty roads, Nya hit the brakes and the bike screeched to a halt. Her windblown bangs flopped back down on her head and she laughed through the energy that was pulsing through her veins. “Now that was fun, right bro?” she asked, and then stuck her hand out to the side for a high five.

She paused before realizing Kai left her hanging.

“Yo bro, the high…” Nya trailed off when she turned and saw exactly what silenced Kai. “…five.”

The road they were parked in was slightly abandoned because it was about a mile or so outside the heart of the city. There were a few lights, most of them old streetlamps, but some of them were apartment windows where the middle class resided. But the lot that the two teenagers stared at was the darkest lot on the street. No sign of life, or people, or home. Just a boarded up door and an old store-shop sign that read “Four Weapons Blacksmith Shop”.

“Why did you bring us here,” Kai finally spoke from the back of the bike. Nya looked over, and noticed her brother’s charismatic smile was gone. “Of all the places in the giant city, the place you stop is right here.”

“Hey, you did tell me to follow where the wheels go,” she shot back. “I didn’t try to bring us back here. It must of…subconsciously bought me to come here.”

“It?” Kai snorted. “Like, destiny and fate and the other stuff Master Wu tells us?”

Nya leaned away from her brother. “Whoa, bro. Master Wu may be old and weird, but he is still wise. He also has a way better understanding about how the world works than us two combined.” Kai snorted again, but kept quiet after that. There was a brief pause before Nya killed the engine and flipped out her kickstand.

“Uh, what are you doing?” Kai droned as Nya slid off her seat.

She stuck her arms out as she backtracked to the shop. “Well, if destiny led us here, I kinda wanna find out why.”

With a look of annoyance, Kai groaned and rolled his eyes. “Whatever, sis. If it makes you sleep at night.” He slid his legs off the bike and followed her up the stairs.

The door was padlocked and boarded up. “Dang,” Nya murmured. “Guess it belongs to the city now.”

Kai looked up and eyed a broken window on the second story. The sibling’s eyes met, and it was set. With a quick glance down the empty street, the two quickly scaled the wall and slipped inside the building.

The older teen already had his phone out and his flashlight on in a matter of seconds. “Whoa, what a mess,” he whispered as they stared at a broken down living room with yellowed newspaper crumpled and all over the ground, a stained and torn up couch in the corner, and a few colorful, scratched up, and broken toys for young kids scattered throughout the room.

The two looked around for a bit, then realized there was nothing cool here. They located the stairs then went down to the shop below.

Dust was everywhere- on the counters and shelves, and coated on whatever swords and knives were left hanging on the walls. “This place hasn’t been touched since we left,” Kai murmured as he drew a frowny face on the store counter out of dust. “They locked the door and left all this to rust inside.”

Nya leaned against the wall. “It’s actually not a bad place. We could totally have a sibling HQ here.”

He looked over at her with a side smile. “A headquarters just for us two?”

With a shrug, she met his gaze. “Or even better, we could call it home.”

Kai’s smile instantly died. “Nya, I know you don’t like it at-“

“Oh, don’t like it is a huuuuuge understatement.” She laughed at him. “Kai, we don’t belong there. You know we don’t. Here, at least we can at least live a better life and honor them.”

Kai took a few steps closer to Nya while narrowing his eyes. “Honor who? Our parents? Our parents who just vanished when we were young? When I was five and you were three? Honor those people?”

It felt like he pierced her heart with one of the dust-encrusted blades in the shop. He instantly saw the look on her face and then looked down, at the ground, ashamed. “Look, I’m sorry-“

“For what, Kai?” Nya responded sourly. “Sorry that you faintly remember them and I don’t? Because that’s nothing to be sorry for, it’s something to be thankful for.”

He stared back at her in prolonged silence.

“You don’t think I wish I had some memory of them? Some mini clip in my head I can replay over and over to remember mine-our parents so that I can believe that there was something more to my life than just being an orphan?!”

Tears were now beginning to swell in her eyes. Kai had his mouth open, but his neck was visibly tight so Nya continued. “You don’t think I spend every moment of my life wondering if our parents are proud of who we are? Because I wish I could say yes, Kai. I wish I could- but I can’t because I can’t even tell you who my parents are.”

She stopped talking because her throat was so tight with emotion that it made her physically unable to speak another word. Instead, she began to sob heavily, first into her hands, and then into Kai’s shoulder when he slowly took her into his arms. She stuffed her face into his jacket and let the tears and gasps take over.

Finally, he moved his mouth close to her ear. “I don’t remember much about them either, Nya. All I know are two things. What they look like, and where they are not. And they are not here, but we are. And we need to make it without them.”

The gasps paused for a moment while Nya caught her breath. “We’ve made it so far, but I don’t know how much farther I can go, Kai.” Her voice was a weak whisper, a voice Kai rarely heard from his sister.

He pulled her off his shoulder and looked at her in the eyes. “Hey hey hey, let’s try and go for tomorrow, okay? Let’s start there.”

She wiped the wetness from her face and nodded, her bloodshot eyes fixated on her brother. “Okay,” she mouthed. Kai nodded in response, before looking around the shop once more. “Alright, let’s get back before it gets too late. You want me to drive?”

That made Nya bust out into laughter, which made Kai happy. “Uh, of course not.” She snapped. “You know you can never touch that bike.”

“I know…I know…” Kai joked as they went back up the stairs to their second-story exit. “I was just hoping for a one-time-thing.”

“Just know it will be a no-time-thing.”

“Cool. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Within a few seconds, the two of them were back on the bike and speeding off into the night. The neon lights were brighter as ever, but only Nya was admiring their streaks in her vision.

Kai’s vision was blurry and blinded with tears as he cried behind his sister.

He could never show his younger sister his tears. He had to be the strong older brother that she needed him to be, so that meant no weakness. And crying? Tops the list of weaknesses in Kai’s book.

He also hated seeing Nya upset, especially about their parents. There was nothing he could ever do or say to bring them back, so all he had was fake comforting words, a warm hug, and a shoulder to stop tears from falling down his sister’s face. But one thing he didn’t have? He didn’t have his own comfort. He knew he couldn’t break down because even his sister couldn’t rebuild him. He was the wall, the foundation. If he broke, then the scared and heartbroken child he hid all these years inside of him would show, and that’s the end of Kai.

He was able to pull himself back together as Nya parked the bike in their usual spot in front of their building. The lights were all still on, which was more comforting than their first home, but the lights seemed colder today.

Nya kicked the stand out and slid off the bike. “Well, here we are,” she groaned. “Wonder how much I’ll have to fake smile and spread fake encouragement tonight.” She bent over like she was talking to a short kid. “Oh, don’t worry Billy, I’m sure tomorrow will be the day! Oh, head up, Dick, you’ve got another day tomorrow! Let me see your pretty smile now, Sally! See, now I feel better too!”

Kai snorted and slid up next to his sister. “Aw, come on now, Nya- it’s never that bad.”

She let out a single laugh and lightly punched his arm. “You sound like me now,” she joked. She lifted her hand up, palm facing Kai, and he instantly slapped  their sibling high five. The sound of the clap was perfect of course, causing them both to wear a real, authentic smile as they entered the building named “Ninjago City Orphanage”.

[angst-king]

The sacrifices we make pt3

(TW mention of violet homophobic behavior conducted on minors. I do not own any canon BNHA characters only Gen 2)

Eijirou watched this and was now aware that the kid was waking up much to their excitement. Groaning Eijirou lightly called out Azori's name "wake up baby boy come on Azori, Azori." crimson bloody red eyes flutter open to focus. Looking up seeing his dads he looked confused "Wh-where am I? Papa, dad?" "You're in the hospital Az, do you remember what happened?" Azori looked like he was trying remember but then grunts at the pain in his head. "Just looking at you while out side and then socking some guy in the face and. I think uncle tetsu hitting someone with a frying pan?" The last part seemed questionable but Katsuki was able to confirm this "I came out after Amilia ran into to tell me you were being attacked and you were fighting them off all by yourself." Then Azori asked a somewhat stupid question "how'd I do?" Kirishima face palmed so did the doctor "Well you're alive, kid you managed to fight them off the way you did I'd say you did a hella good job." "Are they okay?" "is who okay?" Asked the doctor "My boyfriend and friends, are they okay?" "Amilia is okay I don't know about Jasuma and Maku" answered Katsuki, Azori tried to adjust his position on the bed when his face contorted into a pained expression. "Something hurt Zor?" "Y-yeah but like its burning searing in my legs all I can feel is pain." The two parents then looked to the doctor who then questioned "how far down does the pain go Azori?""From like my lower back and down, o-ow feels like my lower body's on fire."

The doctor then leaned over and started to press on Azori's thigh "can you feel that Azori?" "n-no just pain agh" Winced the teen, the doctor had his suspicions but he hoped one of them were false. "I have a couple of theories and one of them don't have a good outcome for Azori." "Wh-what do you mean what's your theory?" Eijirou inquired his voice could obviously give away that he was uneasy. "Well when we examined your son we saw a swelling and bruising in your lower back. From the pain you're describing and there is a good possibility that you could be have paraplegia or lower body paralysis." Hearing the word paralysis alarmed everyone, their eyes wide. "y-you mean his legs wont work?" "Correct though he could have incomplete like some parts are functional but others aren't..He could just be very tender but with the way the pain is traveling down from his pelvic area to his legs its a good possibility. It looks like he was hit in the back with something like a metal pipe or something that could cause some blunt trauma to the body."

his was no where near good news and this was honestly scaring them. "i-is there anyway you can check just to be sure?" "yes we can see if there's any nerve damage and if there is how sever with a special machine called an EMG. There is also another test...although the only problem is that you are a teen and are pretty big for your age." Katsuki raised a brow and folded his arms over his chest "Get to the point doc what is this test?" "Us doctors call it the lift test, you lift the patient like you life a small child. Under the arms which allows the blood flow to go down since they've been sitting in the bed for so long.You then ask them to try and lift their legs, they should be able to if they aren't suffering from nerve damage or spinal cord damage. Unless you guys can lift your son up the machine test still holds up." Katsuki then  start stretching his arms, came over and opened his arms "arms up kid" Azori leaned over and winced holding his arms up, Katsuki then lifted him up "Now try and use your legs, just don't kick me." Azori was genuinely trying then a horrifying feeling came, dread. Pain was still their too "I can't move my legs I still only feel pain" Katsuki was soon able to put Azori back on the bed, the nurse's already ordered the machine.

In came Ochako met up with Izuku who had Tomiko and Shoto with him. Tenya was on his way and asked Ochako to call him when she could. When they all came in they walked with purpose, a nurse led them to the large bay area. Seeing Amilia sitting up in the bed with a nurse who was talking to a cop. "Amilia?!" Called out Shoto, Amilia turned and saw them she smiles as they rushed over. "oh god Amilia are you okay? what did they do to you?" Shoto's frantic questions came flying out of his mouth, Izuku placed a hand on his shoulder which signaled him to calm down. "I'm okay head just hurts and got clipped in the mouth, the boys got worse than I did...Azori fought for us all." With furrowed brows they looked to her and then the cop and asked "Katsuki told us you were attacked do you know what happened?" Amilia nods "We were hanging out on the curve cuddling Jasu and Azori were kissing and next thing we knew this group of adults started getting upset that we were on 'their turf' we were near the restaurant's alley way which was where we always hung out by. Next thing I know they're coming for us we run into the alley, and we're fighting.  I had to use Maku's board to hit them and I used the defense skill you two taught Tomo and I when we were younger. Eventually Maku and Jasu were out for the count and Azori was the one really fending the group off from trying to hurt them anymore. He tells me to get help so I run into the kitchen and get uncle Katsu and some of the kitchen crew to help....Azori was still fighting them off all on his own until uncle Katsu came then he collapsed on him in the end." The cop wrote down what he could, he did ask Amilia for details. "I'm glad you're okay Ami, Katsuki called me and I told Sho and he was on the war path for the house keys." Izuku says with a lighthearted chuckled "I just hope the boys are okay" Amilia says softly Tomiko smiles to her "they're tough they'll be alright I bet they're awake right now."

Ochako stormed over to see Jasuma who was a crossed from Amilia grumbling awake, Ochako notices the soft blue colored cast on his arm, busted eye brow and hand prints. "Oh Jasuma" His voice quiet as his blue eyes opened to see her "m-momma?" It was a but gargled from not being so alert. "wh-what's going on?" He tried to sit up fast but his body was sore she gently pushed him down. "you were attacked by a group of homophobes.." Lifting up his left hand he sees the cast and its apparent that he remembers "I...I..it was s-so sc-scary" Jasuma whimpered holding his arm to his chest, he'd had a few encounters from homophobes but none that have escalated to be this harsh where he was knocked out like this and hurt badly or that his friends were involved in. "i know hun I know, dad will be on his way. How are you feeling? Anything hurt?" Jasuma groaned as a wave of dizziness fell on him "D-dizzy, head hurts a lil." He had a bandage pad over the stitches in his brow, when his vision settled he huffed. "Is everyone else okay?" Ochako looked around and saw Amlia "Amilia's up and seems to be okay, Makuyama's in another 'room', I can see him..Azori was the one fighting for the most part so I don't know." Kirishima peered around from the curtain "I'm gonna go check on Makuyama, Denki's stuck in traffic." Ochako smiles "good, how's Azori?"Eijirou frowned "h-he's alive but...some of the results aren't that great, I'll tell you when I come back..don't ask Kat he looks upset."  He whispered the last part to her.

He was now heading to check on Maku who could be heard coughing and gasping for air and crying out for Denki. "m-mom!..mom!" Eijirou came over to try and console the scared boy, who was pale with terror and was having trouble breathing. "Oi we need some help in here please!" Called out Eijrou, a doctor who'd come to check on Amilia immediately gravitated towards the other. "c-can't breath" Makuyama whimpered out and started coughing into his hand,  Eijirou softly rubbed his shoulder to try and keep the other relaxed "I know bud I know" "what's you're name bud?" Asked the doctor "M-maku-yama" He says through his coughing fits and between his gasps, the doctor immediately starts to feel around his chest and diaphragm until he pressed on the side where his ribs were and that had Maku wincing. "Your ribs are quite tender Makuyama, do you remember getting hit or kicked or smashed against a wall?" "n-no s-sir ah!" Makuyama had dried blood coming from his nose down his lip. A good sized stitched up gash was on the left side of his head. "we're gonna need an X-ray to see how bad off you're ribs are, they seem more than just tender from the way you're coughing Makuyama." The doctor asked the other next door if they could help them use the portable one which meant Kirishima needed to clear away as did some of the other parents.

 Just in time came in Denki who had Hitoshi and Akuma close behind Kirishima had to grab the frantic blond. "Woah woah slow down you can't pass yet" "and why the fuck not Eijirou!?" EIjirou could understand why denki was so worried "because they're doing x'rays and they asked us to stay back it shouldn't be long." "x-rays? for what?!" "They think that Maku's got some broken ribs from the way he was coughing and struggling to breath something's wrong but they're getting to the bottom of it." the doctors cleared away which allowed for Denki to run over "Oh sweet lord Maku baby are you okay?" "oh thank god mom" Maku looked relieved, he wasn't into doctors and hospitals just like Denki. It made him uncomfortable and it was a very busy and confusing place. "I can't remember what happen, just that I'm here." Maku says while the nurses cover up the gash with a wrap of bandages. When the doctor came back over with a lap top he sighed "Well Makuyama, you do have some broken ribs but not in the lethal way as long as you take care of yourself and rest. You will have to stay at least over night." That was the results for most of the teens, only having to stay a night or two. The doctors recommended that the parents give their kids time to rest

[ancientchinesesolutions]

Payton Milton’s “beginning” .

Allow me to begin - from what I would call - the beginning... It was September of 2012, I had just turned 18 the month before. One day upon waking up, I remember looking around my room - seeing that everything remained (physically) the same - "This is definitely my room...", I thought "But something is NOT the same." but even to this day, I could not explain to you for sure why that was. I sat there for a while before thinking hysterically before I left my bedroom, hoping that my mother who I lived with at the time, wouldn't look me in the eyes and I remember thinking this thought, and thinking "WHAT THE F*** IS WRONG WITH ME. Why am I afraid to look my mom in the eyes?" and the answer to the question hit me like a ton of bricks "Because I know she can feel my thoughts... & I don't want her to know." This answer did not leave me feeling well. Fast forward a few months - I had quit smoking weed, started working out every day, & researching brain health, taking supplements such as ginkgo biloba, and attempting to meditate (I say attempting because I would usually just wind up putting myself to sleep). All to no avail, my anxiety was constant, and much worse around people. The only people I felt comfortable around anymore were people who could easily take me out if I did anything wrong. It was as if I had this constant nagging in my brain, telling me I was a threat to everyone around me, it was seemingly inescapable. I spent a few years living my life like this... It was quite the excruciating existence & I wasn’t sure it would ever end. I remember at one point, I was working in the back of a pizza shop, sincerely missing the feeling of boredom, wondering if I would ever be able to find a wife to have kids with in the state of mind I couldn't seem to alleviate, or escape. I was determined to live my life - I was not brave enough to commit suicide is what I would tell myself, and so, this wreckage of what was once a proud young man, continued on. It was not long after this that I reconnected with a friend of mine who shared the same experience as me, her name was Sarah. She had just began dating a Qi Gong teacher, and she wanted to introduce me to him. So she picked me up from that same pizza shop, and we went over to his place. She had asked him to guide us through a Qi Gong form, and he did. I thought it was pretty cool, I didn't really think to much of it in the beginning. Over the next couple months we all spent at least one day a week hanging out, and he had guided us through the same form 3 times - thats when I decided to stop being guided and start learning. So I observed him as carefully as possible, asked him questions about the different moves involved in the form, and was able to remember the entire form on my own. That is when I began my individual practice. At the time I was training myself in Muay Thai drills using YouTube, I spent about an hour per day doing this - but the Qi Gong form I had learned from Mark, my teacher, seemed to be what I wanted to do instead. So every other day I replaced my Martial Arts practice with this Qi Gong form for just less than two weeks I was practicing Qi Gong every other day for about an hour. One day - I had a vision about half way through my Qi Gong form - my first, full waking vision ever... I was flying over mountains, through clouds on the back of a giant Black - Gold trimmed Chinese Dragon, who appeared to be swimming through the Sky. He spoke to me without words and in essence, this is what he said "I am sorry for taking so long to get to you, but you must understand how small you truly are compared to the bigger things I must tend to, I had to wait until you were in between my larger callings, and here you are... & if you want to help me... This is how you can do it." I was filled to the brim with purpose for life in that moment. The thing he wanted me to do was spread the Art of Qi Gong. My anxiety was lifted, & I haven't struggled with it since. When it would rear its head at me, I would find it laughable - and I would begin my Qi Gong breathing. This was during the Late Spring/Early Summer of 2015, my 21st birthday was right around the corner. Over the next few months I had begun developing my Qi Gong practice into nothing short of a miracle - it seems I have the best luck when it comes to stumbling across amazingly authentic lineages in my Arts & Practices. I started seeing things like energy sparks, which made me feel with absolutely no doubt I knew what they meant, their origin, and was able to confidently respond to them. These newfound perceptions baffled & amazed me - how do you tell people you can see energy? & that meditating with specific movements & intentions in a certain order brought these new awarenesses to light? Well the short answer is - you can't. Not if you want people to take you seriously and not treat you like a loon! It was around this time I got a girlfriend, and not long after that my younger brother came down with the same anxiety that I had experienced. I was excited - because I had already found the cure. All he had to do was listen to me... I did not foresee what happened in the coming month as a possibility. Long story short I did not treat my brother with the amount of kindness that he required to be drawn into the only solution I was able to find in those long 3 years of anxiety. He ended up attempting to take his own life and failing once, but if there was something that anybody who knew my brother well should know about him. It's that He was determined, and He always got what He set out to get. September 7th, Labor Day, 2015 - He had an episode & stole my dads car. Driving straight off a 3-way intersection onto HWY 9 in Snohomish, WA at about 120 MPH he hit a tree, and got stuck as the car burned up. Ending his life... He had spent the last couple weeks of his life making amends with people he felt he ought to. His values shifted dramatically, from being an entrepreneur to wanting to heal people. I was so excited to spend our future pursuing the same path, pushing each other to be greater through brotherly competition. You could say what I miss most about my brother is the future we never had. This happening brought me great despair - which I have transformed into another reason to spread the Ancient Chinese Healing Art that brought back my ability to feel at peace. I was to start college later that September. To save you some time it was short lived, and I did not return for the second quarter. Traditional school was never really my strong suit. I needed something I was truly interested in to shine, & I never really found that within the school system. So I began searching for residential/live-in Martial Arts schools. You would be surprised at how very few of these you can actually find, I found none within the United States when I originally searched (for hours upon hours & multiple days). I eventually found Nam Yang retreat in Thailand. It was a Kung Fu retreat, they trained full-time - 35 Hours of training a week were scheduled. Included in their tuition was room & board, breakfast & dinner, but what really drew me in was their reputation for practicing Qi Gong (They spell it Chi Kung, but it really is the same thing).  Master Iain Armstrong performs various Qi demonstrations, including washing his face with broken glass, slapping a chain lit on fire, being kicked in the groin, and even bending swords & spears with the soft spot on his neck! This was just amazing to me, and the decision practically made itself. I signed up for their teacher training program as soon as I could get the funds together. I flew out and arrived Nov. 1st, 2017 to begin my training. I had never really been in an official teaching position before my time spent training with Master Iain, and I wouldn't find this out until earlier this year (2019), but man am I glad that he was the first man to teach me how to teach. His teaching methods are refined to a point of genius. Everything from day one compiles with perfect synchronicity well into the 4th month, and by that time, I had become my own best teacher. That is not to say I have nothing more to learn from him. What it means is that I understood the concepts that make up the Tiger-Crane Art to the point where I knew that developing myself further required constant contradictions, & variations in my training. There was never "nothing" that needed improvement. To improve one aspect you must, at times, break another. Just to come back and re-develop the broken aspect until both, contradicting motions, were able to be performed simultaneously, coinciding with perfect order & execution. In order to expand, you must contract, in order to push more effectively, you must practice how to pull better. The list of contradictions is practically endless, and they are all true! One of the most amazing things I had the pleasure of learning & experiencing was the synchronicities I discovered between Qi Gong & Kung Fu. The Horse riding stance, taught to us allowed the torso to expand even larger than embryonic breathing by itself does, and I have always been a big believer in the little differences. Everything has a point where it must reach in order to achieve its purpose, and without reaching that point, the miracle of Qi Gong & Kung Fu will not be realized. By the time I left Nam Yang, I earned my Instructor's certificate, granting me permission to teach the Tong Ling Chi Kung, Shuang Yang, & Tiger-Crane Kung Fu under the Nam Yang name. That was back in July of 2018, & perhaps the biggest accomplishment thus far in my life. Upon returning to the US of A, I began to establish a student base. This proved to be phenomenally difficult! Over the span of a year I managed to teach about six Qi Gong students, and one in both Kung Fu & Qi Gong. I struggled to charge my students, as I was having a difficult time putting a price upon these Ancient Chinese Arts that I sincerely believe transcend monetary value. (How do you put a price on effectively treating severe anxiety?) I also struggled with justifying the cost of a studio's upkeep, and as a result, hymned and hawed as I attempted to get more students interested in my services, usually just in an effort to spread the word about me. I was making no money, traveling to and from my students (who were usually over an hour away), you could say that in a way I was paying to teach. I needed a change! I wanted a reset, a change of pace. I wanted to leave society behind and disappear into the mountains for some isolated training - after all, I could easily spend 35 hours a week training without the stresses of today's world upon me. There was just one hang up... I was not confident in my ability to take care of myself, and I couldn't justify the lack of nutrition that would come without knowing how to properly forage, and hunt or fish. Thats when I began researching how to survive in the wilderness, & I came across Joshua Hamlin's & Rob Allen's survival YouTube Channel. I paid a visit to their website, and saw them offering a 45-day Wilderness Survival Instructor Course, in which they claimed to be able to teach you how to confidently survive in the wilderness - with just a knife. That was exactly what I needed in order to disappear into the mountains with confidence. It didn't take long before I convinced myself to sign up. I was absolutely thrilled to add survival to my teaching arsenal. I thought, “What if I could teach people how to confidently train themselves to become competent Martial Artists & awaken/improve their awareness by practicing Qi Gong & Meditation in the Wilderness...?” My vision had transformed! I had developed a passion for teaching, and I couldn't imagine anything more awesome than being able to teach people everything they'd need to know to confidently isolate in the wilderness, and train - not only their body, but their mind, to become the most effective instrument of being possible! Prior to attending the 45-day Wilderness Survival Instructor Course at Sigma 3 Survival School, I had no idea how great of a teacher Master Iain had truly crafted me to be. My standards of expectation were very high considering the price that I paid... To my dismay, it seemed the Instructor program was designed to weed out the weak, ensuring that only the best will filter through & earn their Instructor's certificate. A sound plan really. It is survival after all.In the beginning I abhorred this approach, and was extremely upset about it - but I refused to be defeated so easily. In addition to building shelters, fire making, procuring water, and foraging for sustenance or creating medical supplies with, we learned other various crafts necessary to sustain yourself inevitably with more ease in the wilderness, like making baskets & cordage... But the two most important lessons I learned were these; 1) How truly great my standard is for teaching my own students, and the value that it holds. 2) If you want something, and you have the means to create a functional version that fills that void - it is better to fill that void with something barely functional, than to put it off thinking that a perfect/ideal version is the only thing worth your time & effort.

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OMG! I saw Homecoming last night and OMG!!!!!

The Marvel Gods have blessed us with this movie!!! I wasn’t disappointed once! Not once! And I’m going to tell you why, just under the cut because MAJOR SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT! But for those of you who also have seen it too please I would love to hear from you! I’m totally in for fan girling or whatever because this movie is awesome!

OMG!!! Where to begin?

So like first off the movie was so on point with Spider-Man in the comics, at least according to my bro, he’s the more comic nerd out of the two of us.

It was so awkward and funny and tear jerking it’s not even funny. I almost cried during this film it was so perfect! Tom Holland did an amazing job playing Peter and Ned made a perfect “Guy in the Chair”. Zendaya’s character wasn’t in it as much as I would like to see, but they without a doubt left it so that by the next movie her character will be broadened on in my opinion, but what we did see of her was hysterical! She still had a little feminine bite to her, but in a calm laid back “I don’t give a shit” attitude that was perfect for her in my opinion. May, God bless May Parker. While again we didn’t see much of May, her character was so involved still. You can see how much she loves Peter and cares for him-and how much the rest of Queens loves her-she was the steady beat in the back of Peter’s mind.

Oh! We see him two months after CW, and he’s board and helping solve petty crime, like bike thieves but when he can’t find the owner he leaves a note. The rest of Queens loves both Peter and Spider-Man and let me tell you the kids a smartass it’s amazing!

This movie had more dirty jokes than I was prepared for and it had me laughing the entire time! While simultaneously wanting to punch the mean kid. They kept calling him Penis Parker. LEAVE THE PRECIOUS BABY ALONE! And among other things that have a lot to do with May. She gets hit on a lot in this movie and she doesn’t even notice a majority of the time until Peter says something.

The relationship between Peter and Ned is what we all should strive for. While Ned is 100% in on Peter being Spider-Man he still hesitates to turn off Peter’s training wheels protocol. Reminding him he still is a kid and well Ned was right, because it got Peter into trouble and we meet Karen! Who is like a combo of JARVIS and FRIDAY but with an American accent and Peter lets it slip about his crush on Liz and she’s trying to get him to confess his feelings throughout the movie and it’s hysterical! He also has a “Baby Monitor” in his suit and God bless Tony. Seriously.

Let’s talk Happy’s part in the movie. You can tell he’s not thrilled with babysitting duty and it kinda irked me till the end of the movie. But we see him come to really appreciate the kid after he practically saves Happy’s ass because he screwed up on Moving Day. Also Tony sold Avengers Tower.

Liz btw was great in this. You see while she clearly admires Spider-Man she has a thing for Peter. and it’s great. But more of that later.

Tony! OMG! We all saw the part where he takes the suit away, but what we don’t hear is Tony say “God I sound like my dad.” So clearly Howard did have some good parenting moments. Then after D.C. Tony calls Peter to congratulate him on saving those kids. Because his dad never told him he was proud and he wanted to make sure Peter knew Tony was proud of him, but it was so fatherly that I almost cried! He cares about what happens to Peter and it really makes the movie.

Vulture. Let me start off by saying it was not what I was expecting. He’s clearly doing this because he feels wronged and making and selling these weapons gives him income that he needs to support his family, but also as revenge. After his crew comes back to their base after getting into an altercation with Peter he takes a weapon off the work bench his buddy’s working on and shoots the guy and he dissolves into ash. He looks shocked and turns to his buddy saying “I thought this was the anti-gravity?” “No it’s over there.” He wasn’t intending on killing the guy that’s clear and it said something about his character. The guy he killed was the original Shocker. Then the guy he went with gets handed the torch so to speak and we meet the Shocker. His character has little screen time but it was made clear he’ll be back in the next instalment. More to come on the Vulture later.

Caps part in this film. OMG!!! Well first the principle is the grandson of a Howling Commando Morita you know the one from Fresno? But it’s hysterical because it’s the same actor. Anyways it explains the Cap videos and the gym teachers like “I’m pretty sure this guys an international fugitive now, but according to state law I have to show you this so…” So that solves that. BUT IN DETENTION! We see how in the previews Cap also has a detention video but by the time Peter’s left he’s giving the “So your body’s changing…” talk and I died! I literally died!

Okay now to the important part. This is after Peter gives back the suit and he asks Liz to the dance which me and my best friend, my mom my bro (the eldest) and his friend all look to my younger bro because he failed to ask the girl he likes to prom because he was convinced she doesn’t like him. Still is even after the girls brother said something to him after he asked. Like dude get it together. Well we see May getting excited and she’s helping him tie his tie and practice dancing and did I mention how much I love May Parker? Anyways she takes him and drops him off at Liz’s house and Peter walks up to the door and rings the bell and THE VULTURE! Yup he’s Liz’s DAD! I didn’t see that coming! And everyone was freaking out in the theater. And of course the Vulture has no idea Peter’s Spider-Man, but Peter knows he’s the Vulture and he’s panicking and their taking pictures and the Vultures trying to learn Peter’s name and he’s all smiles because he’s baby girls got a date and he’s like I like this Peter kid. And everyone’s dying in the theater and he’s like “I’m on my way out of town I’ll take you guys to the dance!” and Peter’s freaking out but they go and he’s sitting nervously in the back with Liz she’s on her phone and then she tells her dad Peter has an internship with Stark industries and Peter pales and tries brushing it off and tells her he lost it because he was trying to do too much at once, but it’s too late daddy dearest has already figured it out and he gives her a kiss goodbye and tells her he wants to give Peter the dad talk and she smiles tells Peter she’ll see him inside and he nods sweating. She leaves and Vulture pulls a gun and threatens him, asks if she knows which he doesn’t lie says she doesn’t which makes the man happy but of course we see him tell Peter if he does anything to break his family apart he’ll kill everyone he cares about. Well Peter goes inside and he’s scared out of his mind. See’s Liz and tells her he can’t and runs. Well Shocker finds him and they fight Ned gets involved and he tries getting ahold of Happy but Happy hangs up on him. Shit happens and Vulture buries Peter under a building. I had tears welling in my eyes at this point because we see him struggling to breath and he’s crying for help and you see blood and water and I look at my mom next to me like there’s blood! No, no, no! My eldest bro tells me excitedly that it’s from the comics that scene from the Spider-Man dies comic. It’s so heart wrenching, but we see him watch his reflection and then he hears Tony telling him “if he’s nothing without this suit…” and he gets out of it and goes to save the day. Long story short he brings down the plane and the Vulture is still trying to kill him and he spots a box of splinter bombs and goes to try and steeling them for a score instead and Peter sees his wings are about to blow and he’s yelling trying to warn the Vulture because no matter what he doesn’t want anyone to die and we see him explode and then Peter’s carrying him out of the fire and then leaves him and the weapons in a nice neat package for Happy.

Later we see him apologizing to Liz because of ditching her and her dad though she has no idea who Peter is and tells him its fine but she hopes he figures himself out. And then Happy and him have an awkward conversation in the bathroom before Happy tells him Tony wants to see him Upstate and we see the facility and Tony’s there and tells Peter’s he’s now an Avenger that is if he wants it. There’s a room next to Visions for him and a press conference waiting for him to suit up to meet the newest Avenger and Peter declines. Deciding he wants to be a kid a little while longer. Then he turns around and asks if this was a test to which Tony nods and Peter leaves and Happy’s like told you he was a good fit and then the doors open and a guys like their ready for you and there’s a shit tone of press and PEPPER!!!!! PEPPER WAS THERE!!!

I freaked out and was shaking my moms arm whisper yelling I was so excited!!! And Tony’s like well I guess we need to figure out something to give them and he looks to Pepper and Happy’s just like "Yes I’ve been carrying this thing around for eight years.“ And he pulls out an ENGAGMENT RING from his pocket!!!!! And both Pepper and Tony look at each other and their smiling and you could tell Pepper’s been waiting for it and she walks back inside with Tony following and Happy tosses him the ring and I was freaking out!!!!! I’M SO HAPPY!!!!! THIS MOVIE MADE ME SO HAPPY!

Anyways okay I thought that was the end and I was perfectly happy with that then we see Peter calling his Aunt May when h e gets back and I get this sense of dread, but then we see the bag on his bed from Tony with his suit and he’s like yes! And he’s putting it on and takes his face mask off and you hear the door creak open and May’s standing in the door way and all you see is her go "WHAT THE FU-!" and the credits roll and everyone’s dying of laughter.

And then the after credits come and this is what really shocked me, was we see Vulture walking through the halls of the prison and he runs into Shocker who says that word on the street is Vulture knows who Spider-Man really is and asks if he wants in. Vulture then says "If I knew who he was, he’d already be dead.” So i’m really interested to see what Marvel does with those two characters and to see what Vulture has in store.

Also the after, after credits scene you see Cap once more pull a Dead Pool, saying “You know what makes a good soldier and man? Patients.” His Chris was coming out. There isn’t one. And that’s because it’s in the movie. Look at Ned’s shirts! He’s wearing an ant and a wasp several times in the movie.

Anyways that’s what I loved about this movie the most. It was so well put together!!!! Please feel free to message me with questions or if you just want to talk about the movie I’d love to!

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11 Questions Tag

Rules:

1. Always post these rules. 2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you. 3. Write 11 questions of your own. 4. Tag 11 people.

I was tagged by 3 cuties and I’ll be answering all their questions. Under the cut cause it’s 33 questions. Also I’m reposting my same questions cause not a lot of people have answered them, and I want to tag different people and have them answer the same 11 questions I came up with the first time I was tagged so... Let’s go! :)

@fairylightsstyles​ aka T’s Questions :D

1. Who is the person you admire the most? I’m going to go with my mom. cliché I know but she’s amazing. I also admire Ed Sheeran, Harry Styles, Emma Watson, etc etc etc.

2. If you could be in any television series what would it be? The Flash. I want to have super powers lol. Or maybe Sherlock Holmes or some comedy sitcom.

3. Best childhood memory? I’m going to go with going to New York for the first time ever. It was a long flight for 9 year old me (assuming i was nine, i can’t remember. Have to ask around)

4. Favourite song at the moment? Escuela De Calor by Radio Futura. It’s old and I’ve loved it for a while but recently I made a Guitar Hero 4 playlist with all the songs I loved to play when my brother and I jammed out and I was reminded of this hit. Play it first when I go to take a shower or whatever and put on that playlist. It’s such a dance-able song I’m very in love and know every beat and drop to it and always dance it very sexily.

5. Where is the place you feel most at home? Home. I wish I had some awesome thing I can say like some tree house or some hill or whatever but we don’t do those things here or live close by to one. Also I was never a leave my house walking to go over to some hangout place with my friends type of person. No one in this country is really. Specially when young. So I’m saying home feels like home. In my room. I hate being home though. Also my cousin’s place in Miami feels a LOT like home. Second home it is really.

6. What is the country you want to travel to the most? *brain from pinky and the brain voice* Same as it’s been the past 11 years, lovely: England.

7. What plans do you have for the summer? Summer? What is that? I go to college, I study in the summer :P  But the plans are hopefully London in June or July. The opportunity struck and I’m almost fainting at the thought.

8. 3 guilty pleasure songs? No Reason Boner - NSP (i know all of it i’m sorry. Any NSP song really is... god damn. Also Dan I love you.) Persona 5 OST. (my brother’s fault. Completely) Undertale OST. (specially metaton’s theme, Bonetrousle and asgore’s theme... Oh and Final Sans fight theme... SORRY THIS GAME IS GENIUS) whoops.

9. If you could say something to the whole world, what would you say? LOVE LOVE LOVE. SPREAD LOVE IT’S NOT THAT HARD AND IT MAKES THINGS SO MUCH EASIER!!! TREAT OTHERS HOW YOU WANT TO BE TREATED. ALSO STREAM SOTT AND BUY HARRY’S ALBUM.

10. What is the best meal you’ve ever eaten? OMG I don’t know if it’s the best meal but it was the one that popped up the quickest, and technically I didn’t eat it, it was my mom’s plate; but there’s Peruvian place here and UGH! Apparently Perú has like THE best cuisine (according to my parents that have travelled quite a lot) and jesus lord everything we have eaten there is so good. Mom had... this amazing Salmon in fucking PASSION FRUIT SAUCE OMG PASSION FRUIT SAUCE GOES WITH EVERYTHING GUYS UGH NOW IM CRAVING IT.

11. Do you believe in ghosts? yes and no. if they are for real well then i don’t think i’ve done something wrong to anyone enough for them to spook me, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to be moving into some “rumour has it this house is haunted” place. If they aren’t real then good, but I’m not gonna go testing the theory and getting myself into some dark magic/spirit shit or using some ***** board (I’m not even saying the name of it)

@cheshirepuddin‘s questions <3

1. Who’s your role model? My Mom, Harry, Ed, Emma Watson, My Cinematography Language teacher, My Concept Art teacher, My Art Direction teacher.

2. What’s something you want to accomplish in the short term? Is losing weight a short term thing? Let’s go with that or finally finishing some of the million and one fics I’ve got collecting dust in my files.

3. What would you like to ask Harry? WOW uhm... On the spot I can’t think of a good enough question. I would ask him to recommend me one thing for every branch of art. A book, a song or artist, a movie, a painter or painting, etc etc etc. I would also ask him if he’d like to hang out later on and teach me things. Get your heads out of the gutter I mean it in the sense of teaching me art, writing, something he loves, something he thinks is his expertise. To spread knowledge with me. If he’d allow me to be with him as a little grasshopper for a while.

4. If you could travel through time once and then come back, would you prefer to travel to the past or the future? Why? Neither. I have a lot of things I would love to change but I also am kind of a believer that every single decision, no matter how small, makes you who you are. And although I could be a lot better, this is my life and I guess it’s not half bad. Also seeing the future scares me and I would hate to spoil my own ending to myself. Based on that thing about decisions, today my future can be one thing but tomorrow, based on what I do, it could be another. Also FLASHPOINT PARADOX GUYS. LORD TIME IS SO INTERESTING. Is there even a past to go back to? You’re telling me the past is happening RIGHT NOW in some other time and I can go to it? Or the future? Then why isn’t it happening now? What defines past and why can or would we be able to travel to it? 

5. Where’s your favourite place you’ve been to? None of the places I’ve been seems to catch my eye enough for me to call them anything close to a favourite. That’s so sad wow.

6. Would you like to get married and have kids someday? yes yes yes. Would love to marry. Would love to have (3?) kids. Would love for one of them to be adopted. 

7. Do you have a motto you live by? I thought I didn’t but I like to think I go with the treat others how you wish to be treated thing. Also I’m always telling my friends that emotions demand to be felt. That’s like my line. Emotions demand to be felt; even bad ones. What I will not allow you is to feel the bad ones for any longer than you have to ;)

8. Have you ever been in love? Are you now? I don’t think so. Unless we consider Harry and even I - with all my hopes that maybe someday we will meet and he’ll find me interesting enough to keep me around - can’t call this love. I don’t know him to be able to love him like... proper love him. So I don’t think I have been, and I don’t think I am now.

9. Which song reminds you of some time/someone/something very important to you? Any old song that my mom has ever shown me reminds me of her, cause she has amazing taste in music. Same with my dad or my mom or my best friends. There’s a song that reminds me of something important that has yet to happen though. My wedding. There’s a few songs I know I NEED to have at my wedding, and when they come up they make me think of me dancing them on that amazing day if it ever happens.

10. Do you pay attention to fashion trends? yes and no. I’m not up to date with fashion in general. I just see something I like and would love to try and I try to do it. I never rock anything so I go back to what I already know and call my comfort zone. I pay attention to them to some degree. They look great on other people and I never quite get to try them or buy anything similar, and when I do I don’t rock it so I don’t keep trying.

11. If you could change anything about your life, what would it be? Everything. Goes against my travelling in time answer but lord would I change it all. whoops. I would change a lot of it. Not all of it. Specially bad things.

@legend-waitforit-harry aka J’s Questions :P

1. What’s the name of your autobiography if you write one? I think it’d be a guide on how to laugh at yourself both because you’re a pity and because you have to let go of things. And I’d call it something like “Do as I say, not as I do. A guide to living with your damn brain.”

2. One incident you will never forget. STORY TIME! When I was a kid, around 6 years old maybe less maybe a bit more, no more than 8, I used to take afternoon english classes at the same school I went to in the morning. After classes were over we would run around and play with the rest of the kids that were in tutoring or english classes that were also out of their class already and waiting to be picked up. There is of course a “no running in the hallways” policy in pretty much every school. While playing something silly like tag or something we were chasing someone and I took the empty hallways as route. I had sandals that were slippery and I was running very fast. Right as this guy Ivan - who is a year younger than me and the principal’s secretary’s son- walked out of the classroom he was at. I can still remember it went in slow motion. Me putting my arms out and trying to stop running, him looking at me and going wide-eyed. Both of us screaming. My feet slipping and being unable to stop. And then black. LITERALLY. BLACK! You could have added the little hit signs they add to cartoons when people crash into each other. I opened my eyes and my vision was blurry and a teacher was helping me up. I was ok. I don’t quite remember how or where I landed. Ivan was crying and in pain. He had fallen on the very edge of the little step that divided the cement hallway from the actual court where we could play. I only had a scratch, a bit of pain in my arm that I think was what collided with him. I was fine and wondering why Ivan didn’t get up and continued to cry out “ouch ouch please”.

Ivan had split the back of his head open on the step. Just a bit. I think he had 10 stitches total. His mom arrived short after; like really short after. I think she was on her way to pick him up when it happened and arrived to the school to find his child wallowing in pain on the ground and with a cracked skull bleeding out. I hid. God I hid. I was so scared of my parents finding out, of Ivan’s mother finding out, of my parents having to pay Ivan’s then seemingly difficult operation (i was like 6 I thought the guy would die cause of me) 

Ivan knows I guess, and his mom is the absolute sweetest woman ever and she never resented me for it, if she knows it was me. If they know it was me; they never showed. To this day my parent’s don’t know. Or I think they don’t. Ivan and I get along good and we were friends while we were in school. Don’t know if he even remembers it was me who accidentally crashed into him. The next day at school all of the kids that were there that afternoon (we all went to the same school the ones who took classes in the afternoon there) were called to the principal’s office and I remember my principal asking “who crashed into him?” and the second grade teacher legit pulling my by the shoulder shoving me in front of the group and I was almost weeping. I don’t think I got any punishment other than a warning and an obvious lesson.

Do not run in the hallways.

3. Lyrics that means a lot to you. Que todo tiene su hora, debajo del sol naciente, ya viene tu amor bendito de nada vale ser impaciente. Juan Luis Guerra’s Todo Tiene Su Hora

You can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky. You look pretty good down here but you ain’t really good - Harry Styles’ Sign Of The Times

It’s alright to cry, [...] It’s alright to die cause death’s the only thing you haven’t tried [...] So live life like you’re giving up, cause you look like you are. - Ed Sheeran’s Even My Dad Does Sometimes.

4. You’re winning a Nobel Peace Prize. What’s the cause you worked for? Nothing lol I’m definitely not winning one of those. I’m thinking equality. Gender equality, race equality, culture equality, respect for human rights. That or some psychology topic I expressed in some book (NOT SELF HELP I HATE THOSE) in a way that makes it relatable and everyone laugh. Like why be happy when you can be normal? (that is an actual book)

5. If you are given all the money in the world but need to have a new identity, who are you and where are you? I’m still me and I live in England. Don’t ask.

6. Mountain or ocean? Both. Never been to a mountain tho but I want to go and I’m not sure it will mark a significant decision over these two. I’m always going to like something that is not staying home.

7. If you were asked to do something out of your comfort zone, what would it be? Definitely Model. Whatever it is, taking photos of me, my face, my body, my hands, my feet; whatever it is you could model... Just no. I’m terrified of the thought and I would be so uncomfortable knowing the results would be awful and everyone would hate them or that at least I would.

8. If you can kill anyone without any repercussions who would you kill and why? No one. I don’t think I will kill anyone. You can joke all you want about someone being very nasty and whatever but I would never. If you give me a repercussion-free bullet, I hope and pray I never have to use it. I only would in defence of my family and loved ones. 

9. Any childhood nightmares? My parents suffering some accident in one of their many travels. To this day I think that’s the biggest nightmare.

10. A song that makes you cry. Even My Dad Does Sometimes - Ed Sheeran Fall - Jonas Brothers. Supermarket Flowers - Ed Sheeran Cuando Te Beso - Juan Luis Guerra.

11. Recommend me: a song, a book and a movie. (Sorry, Iv! Stole your question) YOU THIEF! No jk, it’s fine. Uhhh. A Song: look at my song rec tag I don’t think I have a good one right now. I love too many songs. Let’s go with Harry’s unreleased tracks. I recommend those. Also To Die For by the Bohicas cause it just came up.

A Book: My teenage-self is screaming at me to recommend you Elizabeth Scott’s Bloom, or Heather Brewer’s The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod (THAT I STILL HAVE TO FINISH, GOD DAMN)

A Movie: it’s sad to admit but I don’t have a good movie to recommend you. Maybe The Green Mile if you want to cry and have your life shaken up, watch it. It shattered me. That movie fucked me up. I still have flashbacks to it and fucking weep.

I’m tagging: (different people than i did the last time): @team-styles @honeyskins @moonchildstyles @stylesprimes @yeshaddy @weeklyfangirl @stylesunchained @a-butterfly-on-his-tummy @secret-rendezvous1d @cuddlemusclestyles @whoopsharrystyles 

My questions: (once more):

Do you have a favourite pet name? What is it and why, and if you don’t have/don’t like pet names; why?

Tell me a Joke:

Are you a plant inside the house person? If yes; fake or real plants. if not: why?

Take me down memory lane and tell me a first. (first tattoo, first kiss, first time you saw the colour pink idc, just take me with you)

Pick one of Harry’s 8 unreleased songs and give me a prediction. What does it sound like? What is it about? Get creative and write a verse of the song if you want. Just for funsies!

You’ve just won a Grammy/Oscar/Emmy/IDK. Thank you speech? Go:

Fill in the blanks: I instantly smile when _____ because _____

Favourite Harry Trait? #AHarryLovePlatform.

What don’t you understand? (besides this question, come on, be creative) ((example: IDU how people don’t like Harry Styles))

If a sandwich was named after you, what would it be called (your name or something else)? What did you do to earn that honour? What’s in it? (taken from my 1 page at a time daily creative companion book)

Recommend me: a song, a book and a movie. (they can be Harry inspo or not. Just give me art!)