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demeterdefence · 6 months ago

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insane to me! how every single time rachel went out of her way to paint demeter as the bad guy she ended up making her MORE sympathetic to the point that i was agreeing with her even when she was going off! like yes objectively parents mess up and it is okay for demeter to be wrong but everything she warned and predicted came true and she never gets an apology! never gets a BREAK im so mad

demeter is literally made by metis to defeat kronos, who is declared the worst tyrant of the universe - she's made to be a soldier, she says herself she didn't have a childhood.

she's the oldest child of three daughters, one of whom is an unknown fertility goddess, and demeter is immediately thrust into a horrific war that is unspeakably destructive (zeus himself points out to metis that it's taking longer and destroying more than they anticipated.) her mother doesn't let demeter do anything but train and fight, and any joy or moments of happiness are sacrificed so they can defeat kronos (because "it's our responsibility.")

then demeter has to watch her little sister get ripped in half by said tyrant, the consequences of which are understandable trauma the likes of which none of them can fathom, and it's strongly implied that demeter takes charge in caring for hera (fuck what hades said about how he was the only one who could understand her the man could not understand how to open a cereal box without a woman doing it for him.)

and then, in rapid succession, demeter watches a man she has feelings for devour her mother, which ends the war; the man then takes advantage of her, before choosing her sister, leaving her devastated; and everyone just goes on with their lives like horrific tragedy and violence wasn't the norm for decades.

it is abundantly clear how abused and ignored demeter is, despite doing exactly what was expected of her, exactly what needed to be done. she cares for hera and then concedes zeus to her; she cares for the entire mortal realm (and presumably does so during the titanomachy as well) without any thanks or respect; she does not raise hell that zeus lied to her in order to sleep with her, and she willingly raises the son she had with poseidon (which yes is a joke character but i'm including it because it's still fucked up.) none of the gods respect her or treat her kindly; she's constantly called a nag, a contrarian, scary, and mean, despite the fact that the nymphs she cares for clearly love her, and the mortal realm prospers under her.

when demeter tries to get just a crumb of acknowledgment for her work, hades goes out of his way to knock her down, and he doesn't do so in a small way, he's a massive asshole about it

literally he doesn't even just knock her down he goes out of her way to bribe zeus to help him what the fuck

demeter literally offers to trade hades - despite having no reason to play nice with him, she offers a compromise and a solution, rightfully pointing out that hades doesn't even live in the mortal realm.

this isn't even a snap insult btw he literally pauses to shoot back at her. he looms over her. we know that hades resembles kronos and while that's not his fault, him using his size to intimidate demeter, who has her own trauma around kronos, feels so fucking deliberate. he's using that to scare her.

completely erases that she's been holding the mortal realm together on her own, zero help, no title, for centuries.

insults her, gets further into her space, and then jabs at her, causing her to flinch back. like bro these are all the actions of an abuser, and demeter - the firestorm who scared ares and zeus and hera - recoils.

AND THAT'S JUST THE PROLOGUE! THAT'S JUST SETTING THE STAGE FOR WHY SHE MAKES THE DECISIONS SHE MAKES!

because years and years later, when demeter admits to being lonely, when her own family has turned their back on her, she creates her own daughter, and their relationship is demonstratively warm, loving, and healthy. in the early episodes, persephone describes demeter as being an affectionate mother who believed in persephone's abilities, and flashbacks of persephone's life with demeter showed her mother being affectionate, playful, and incredibly determined to protect her daughter from harm.

meanwhile, demeter continues to get mistreated (zeus setting her sanctuary on fire because she wouldn't hide his pregnant mistress, which would have been an act of war lbr, hades coming into her home drunk, and that's implied to happen more than once, zero title, etc) and continues to suffer trauma from the war and metis' demise.

and honestly, i hate the harpy subplot as much as the next critic (possibly more because i have demonstrated i'm a hater) but use it in context and it amplifies what demeter has been suffering from for centuries - the men in this world will use and consume women as their due, powerful women will find themselves the tools of greedy men, and just as she failed to protect her mother and sister, demeter could well fail to protect her daughter and lose her, too.)

demeter's entire life is structured around the abuse of men - created to fight them, lied to and manipulated by them, ignored and harmed by them. men shape her early trauma and she knows this. zeus tricked her into having sex; posiedon dumps a kid on her; hades is hades. most of the pantheon will side with zeus before demeter, and many of the male gods are related to, or owe allegiance to, zeus. demeter has no reason to trust any of the male gods, towards her, and towards her daughter.

and the worst part is, she's right. most of the men in persephone's life try to take advantage of her in some way - you can start as early as hermes, who (according to a patreon post) used to make out with persephone in demeter's sacred grove (in case this was not gross enough, persephone was younger than nineteen when this happened and was likely sixteen or so, which adds further disgust on this horrific meal.) ares meets her and immediately tries to seduce her; eros meets her and gets her drunk, putting her in a car for another man to find. apollo rapes her. hades grooms her. her assault literally happens the second day she's in olympus.

demeter is correct on every single account of just what could possibly happen. you can't even really argue that demeter's overprotectiveness made persephone unprepared for olympus, because she was getting up to underaged hijinx in the mortal realm. persephone is a literal child, in every sense of the word. she has the luxury of growing up in peacetime, she has the blessing of not fighting a war, for having time to explore her powers and explore how to grow. the argument that she's an adult just does not fly when you stack a nineteen year old against beings thousands of years old.

what especially grinds my gears is that, even in the face of the abuse demeter gets, she still does her best to protect persephone from the wrath of men. she goes to great lengths to hide the act of wrath, so no one will realize persephone is a fertility goddess and use her, and she puts her own safety on the line to ensure persephone will be spared.

one of my favourite, favourite, favourite demeter moments, is when eris first shows up - hades describes how awful eris is, and we get scenes of everyone being absolutely terrified of her, demeter included. but when there's a chance persephone might even mildly be at risk, demeter doesn't hesitate to put her own neck on the line.

rachel can retcon and edit as much as she wants, demeter's sole entire purpose is to protect and love persephone. that's all she wants. she literally wants to live in peace with her daughter, the way she never got to with her mother. persephone is absolutely allowed to want more, she's absolutely allowed to want differently, and she should be allowed to achieve that, but every action persephone makes is largely pushed upon her by a man. she's not choosing to live with hades because they're equals and she loves him, she chooses him because he's groomed her.

and we're not even half done the fuckery because demeter is then punished to live in the mortal realm for ten years!!! her entire wellbeing is dependent on persephone not fucking it up, which as we all know is not possible, so for ten years demeter is left to live as a mortal, no way to protect herself, no family or friends to help her. she manages to make connections and even finds love while she's banished, and she even ends up having a son, but of course loses him too because fuck demeter apparently. and no one! not a soul! asks her! about what happened to her!!!

the only time anyone bothers to ask how her banishment was, it's after persephone gets married and hestia is blaming demeter for the intervention.

hestia didn't even open with this - she sees demeter is miserable, and she jumps instead to questioning her about the intervention. and yeah, i'll agree it wasn't a good idea, and some awful things were said, but i am so fucking hard put to blame demeter for it. the characterization of demeter we've seen thus far would never do that, and regardless, she has to watch her daughter go off with a god thousands of years old, who looks just like a monster she had to fight, who abused her, too. demeter doesn't feel safe with hestia - she doesn't feel safe explaining the tragedy she's been through, how alone she is. her own daughter doesn't care to ask how demeter's banishment was, and only steps in to help with demeter's grief because it will make things smoother for her and hades.

literally i could go on further but this is already hitting the limit as is, demeter is not wrong. she's not wrong to say the gods of olympus are dangerous, she's not wrong to want to hide persephone and protect her from the ones who would use her. she is the only one to clock zeus and hades and the rest for exactly what they are: abusers of women, leaving a trail of grief in their wake. and she's the only one punished for it.

demeter was always correct btw. might go so far as to say she was never incorrect.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #abuse //#long post /#me writing this: gets progressively angrier as i go #i will be a demeter apologist until the day i die and i will continue to be a demeter apologist in the grave #find my bones rotting under a weeping willow with ''demeter did nothing wrong'' etched deep into the marrow #me: yeah the intervention was so not in character it just reeked of bad writing demeter would never -#sb: demeter was a bad mom #me aggressively kicking down a brick wall: DEMETER WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE INTERVENTION FUCK IT WE BALL #excuse these tags i am due for higher medication #sorry mobile users ur abt to be in for it

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lifewithdavefarts · 3 years ago

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DaveFarts - Episode 9 “Trapped In The Closet” [Episode List] Following the most blatant sit-com tropes you can think of, Dave decides to spy on his girlfriend, Dana, because he thinks she’s hiding something. Tim reluctantly decides to join his friend, but the two end up stuck in the girl’s closet, which will eventually turn into a gas chamber.

Trapped In The Closet

“Yeah Dana. Sure. No problem.”

Tim was working on some college tasks, but couldn’t help but to eavesdrop Dave’s conversation with his girlfriend, Dana, on the phone. He could only hear his friend’s replies, which being only the 50% of what they were talking about, it didn’t make a lot of sense. Not that he was interested: Dave was simply hanging out in his room because he had nothing better to do during that warm Summer evening, apparently, and so he simply showed up to Tim’s place with a couple of beers and a remarkable amount of procrastination powers.

Despite being relatively hot outside, Dave was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of long, grey levi jeans, kinda loose as usual. Something that Tim hated about his kink is how quickly he checked his friend’s outfit, something that he always did since Dave is now basically his “fart bud”, against all odds.

“Yeah… yeah… I love you. No… I love you more!”

Kinda funny how Dave, 24, would revert back to an awkward teenager at times whenever he and his girlfriend were on the phone. They probably even acted like that on purpose, because love is doing stupid things together after all.

“Tim. Car. Now!”

Dave hung up and turned weirdly serious, got up and walked downstairs, saying something about getting in the car.

“Wait, what?” Tim asked, questioning whether his friend was being serious or not, but he did follow him to wherever he was going.

“We don’t have much time, Tim. Dana will come back soon. She’s out with her own friends and we have… like… 15 minutes.”

The two walked outside and headed towards the girls’ house, actually only a few blocks away from Tim’s. Tim himself reluctantly followed his bro into this, knowing that, at best, it may turn into a funny mishap to tell to their other pals while being drunk and laugh about it.

“I’ll just pretend your words make any sense, like I usually do…” Tim chuckled, sarcastically, but still following his friend.

“I think she’s hiding something.” Dave explained, walking at a fast pace, Tim right behind him. “She’s been strangely elusive lately and I want to check her room for clues.”

Tim just chuckled in response. “Dave, you do realize that this is not a 90s sit-com, right? Her room? Really? What are you hoping to find out, exactly, anyway? That she’s having some kind of affair behind your back?” he asked, trying to reason with him.

“An affair? You think I’m that kind of guy?” Dave answered, looking surprisingly offended by Tim’s question. “I just want to make sure she’s fine. She seemed worried about something and she’s like this organized haf-woman/half-machine hybrid who keeps sticky notes in her room to keep an eye on her busy life.”

“Oh…” Tim replied, rather sarcastically. “Now that makes a lot of sense.”

“Leave your sassiness for later, dork. Can we take your car?” Dave asked.

“Why? We’re already right in front of her house…”

Dave realized that he was so worried that they did, in fact, walked for a couple of blocks and found themselves stepping in Dana’s backyard without even noticing. He just laughed a bit about it.

“Sorry. Love makes me blind.” he joked, knowing that it was a rather silly thing to say anyway.

“Not the words I would have used, but ok.” Tim answered.

“Come on, let’s get inside.” his bro said, with a smirk.

“Alright… but please, let’s keep a low profile and no awkwa-”

But as they approached to the girl’s house, Dave awkwardly started muttering some kind of theme song that was oddly reminiscent of the Mission Impossibile’s most iconic soundtrack. This guy has a girlfriend, everyone.

“So much for keeping a low profile, Ethan Hunt…” Tim joked.

Dana’s room, following the usual “average american house tropes” that the writer of this story grew up with in the 90s, was on the second floor. Luckily, the house was empty, so both Tim and Dave could easily climb it without fearing of someone noticing their totally legal actions.

“Look at Tim, such a rebel! Such a fast climber!” Dave whispered, noticing how good Tim was at climbing the girl’s house.

“Thanks. I learned it when I visited your mom.” he joked.

“I thought you’d prefer my dad, you know.” Dave played along, with a rather noticeable reference to Tim’s homosexuality.

“Just… just let’s get done with this.”

After some awkward climbing, the two found themselves in front of a window leading to Dana’s room. The duo was sitting on a small portion of slanted roof, wondering how to get inside.

“Alright. I could just punch through the window and open it. But you know I don’t like violence against windows.” Dave said, somewhat joking, but really trying to come up with a way to get through this final obstacle.

“Never mind, it’s open.” Tim said, as his hand passed right through the window. “Or, you know, I got ghost powers all of the sudden, but I doubt it.”

“You’re so funny I forgot to laugh.” Dave commented, as he got inside his girlfriend’s room, making sure no one was there, immediately followed by his sassy friend.

The room was fairly big and messy, books and magazines scattered all around the floor and the bed. Dana was a busy woman: she got a degree in economics but, given the tough times, she had troubles finding a decent job lately. Dave actually suspected that this was the reason she was being nervous about, well, everything, understandably.

“Why don’t you just ask her instead of acting like the perfect boyfriend material that you are?” Tim stated, in his usual snarky tone, noticing Dave basically rummaging through Dana’s more personal stuff.

“Just… let me do my thing ok?” he was serious again, trying to find something that could be clue, deep down knowing that all of that was quite non-sense and even ridiculous, but his stubbornness was showing. “Wait…”

Something drew his attention. A red (therefore important, according to Dana’s code) sticky note on the nightstand. Something was written on it.

“Oh… I guess I was right…” Dave whispered, eyes glued on the note.

“Something about her job?”

But Tim didn’t get an answer, as they heard someone coming from downstairs. They probably were so focused on their mission that didn’t even notice how someone got inside the house minutes after them. They went silent and tried to listen to the person’s footsteps.

“Yeah. I’ll keep you posted.”

They heard a muffled female voice getting closer, probably talking on her phone. A voice that was very familiar.

“Fuck! It’s Dana!” Dave whispered.

The two looked around, looking for a quick solution or a place to hide, blatantly ignoring the window they used to get inside in the first place.

“The closet!” Dave said.

Without even questioning whether this was a good idea or not, the duo sneaked inside Dana’s closet and closed themselves inside just as the girl came into her room, still talking on the phone about something.

Tim and Dave managed to mess things up however, as they ended up in a very small section of that apparently big, spacious closet, so they had to arrange themselves in a weird position. Dave was standing up, towering over Tim, who found himself sitting on the floor instead, right behind his friend… with his face perfectly aligned with his loose jeans butt. As his eyes got adjusted to the dark, Tim started to distinguish the seams and texture’s on Dave’s jeans ass, and the tiny red Levi tag on the right back pocket. He couldn’t help but take a look, which he felt really unnecessary, given the context.

“So… this is where you lived for most of your life…” Dave joked, looking around, as if the closet was some kind of fancy mansion.

“Haha! Another gay joke! Great timing, Dave!” Tim muttered instead. The last thing they had to do was talk.

The two waited for a couple of minutes, hoping that Dana would just leave again or even just go downstairs, so they’d have enough time to get out of there in the hopes that Dave didn’t leave any clue of his presence.

“As long a we remain silent…” Tim whispered. “We have nothing to worry about.”

Only moments after saying that, he felt a very familiar sound greeting his face. It was a long, rumbling sound coming from Dave’s denim ass. It was one of his usual, well-known loud farts, a fart that he was desperately trying to keep as silent as possible. Luckily, Dana was too busy with her phone to even notice the weird noise coming from inside of her closet.

“Dave! What the fuck?!” Tim hissed.

The gassy friend tried not to laugh, realizing how idiotic the whole situation was. “I’m sorry dude.” he murmured. “You know what happens when I’m nervous!”

The smell was unbearable already. Being in a such small space didn’t certainly help. Those were probably some of the smelliest farts Dave ever managed to rip in Tim’s face, although this time was, against all odds, more like an accident.

“Tim…” Dave whispered, carefully placing his butt closer to his friend’s face.

Another fart erupted, sounding dangerously louder than the previous one. The rough surface of Dave’s denim gently caressed Tim’s nose. The blast of gas then turned into something much more subtle, but still otherwise bubbly. Tim felt his nose burn, as really he had no choice but to breath all of that in.

“Dave I swear. If you don’t stop, Dana’s gonna–”

But another “slow-paced” rumbly fart cut him off. Dave was seriously trying to contain his well-known farting abilities. Tim, instead, was trying to remain calm, feeling like the Universe was somehow messing with him. That was an insane situation: he certainly wasn’t new to Dave’s farts, but in that context, it felt almost like one of his weird dreams about his fart fetish.

“Tim I’m sorry, at least I know you don’t mind… I hope”

Funnily enough, despite the slightly amused tone in his whispering voice, Dave sounded genuinely sorry. Yet he was right: Tim was insanely enjoying it, but knowing that Dana was out there made the whole thing almost surreal. And, once again, as much as Dave always proved so chill about this stuff, he couldn’t help but feel somehow awkward about having his friend face-farting him so non-chalantly.

And yet another “ninja” fart was ripped all over his face. Being nervous really turned Dave’s stomach into a messy cloud of gas, and Tim’s nose was there to vacuum it all up, completely defenseless, standing before the sheer power of the gassy friend’s powerful denim-covered anus.

Even though the situation was absurd, Dave couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. After all, the smell hit him too, and it was getting insane even for the farter himself, whose gas just didn’t stop building up.

“Sorry bro… I have to do this.” he whispered.

Tim felt Dave’s hands gently grabbing the back of his head, holding it still, as he pulled him in the clutches of his denim butt. The warm fabric of the jeans was soaking in that unbearable smell. The sniffer then felt the weight of his gassy friend almost crushing his skull. Despite being dark, Tim realized that Dave was basically sitting on him, using his head as some kind of human stool.

The fart was directly ripped in Tim’s mouth at that point, that rumbly sound once again renewing the already destructive stench. It was supposed to be loud, so loud, that Dave had to basically use his friend’s face to deadpan its impressive thunderous noise. The gassy bro was trying to rip it in the form of a long series, hoping that Dana would fail to hear (or even recognize) his well-known gross, but rather impressive talent.

Tim heard his friend’s sighs of relief after each, rumbling fart, but Dave was also trying not to burst into a laughter that could blow their cover. Fart fetish or not, he couldn’t help but to find it more hilarious than gross.

As much as the lack of space in that closet wouldn’t really allow it, Dave even lifted his right leg a bit, while still “sitting” on his stool-friend, as a way to facilitate the impressive amount of gas gushing out from his anus. It’s not like he had to worry about Tim passing out or finding it too gross, anyway.

That fart itself was lasting longer than both of them anticipated. They lost count of how much time passed, probably a full minute. Tim’s face was warm and sweaty now, still trapped in the clutches of his gassy bro’s denim butt, directly living in person that thin line between Fart Heaven and Fart Hell.

A final sigh of relief, followed by a louder toot and a chuckle. “Sorry, bud.” Dave muttered, hoping that his plan worked.

Indeed, Dana didn’t hear a thing. She hung up and left the room, her footsteps slowly turning into a far, muffled sound, until silence announced that the duo was now free to get the heck out of there, especially considering how they were almost both choking on farts.

Tim forgot what fresh, non-fart air felt like in his nostrils and so took a deep, refreshing breath the moment he stepped out of that gas closet. Ironically, Dave did the same, maybe even wondering how would Tim even endure something as overwhelming as his farts, but he didn’t really mind anyway. Despite everything, that was oddly hilarious, as the two stared at each other and then bursted into a laughter.

“Now let’s get out of here…” the farter suggested.

But before the two could even walk towards the window, Dana showed up again in her own room. She didn’t even startle.

“What are you two doing here?” she asked, sounding more like an inquisitive mom than an angry girlfriend. She was fairly mature, after all. “I don’t know what you Dumb and Dumber are up to, but I swear if you–”

“I heard the news, Dana. We were just outside your window…” Dave explained, slightly tweaking the truth. “We wanted to play a stupid scary prank but then I heard it, while you were on the phone you know…”

Dana shook her head and laughed a bit. She hugged her boyfriend and kissed him.

“Yes! I got the job!” she giggled. “Sorry I’ve been so cold lately. The job interview made me so nervous…”

“It’s fine, Dana. You’ve always been stone-cold anyway!” Dave joked, earning a playful slap on his chest by his girlfriend.

“Yes, that’s a very import–wait what’s that smell?” the girl asked, sniffling loudly the air around him.

Tim’s heart almost stopped while Dave did his best to not just laugh like an immature prankster. His hair, clothes, skin, were completely “soaked” in his gassy bro’s gas, so naturally he’d himself smell like flatulence.

“Never mind. It must be you, Dave. He farts like crazy when he’s nervous, Tim, I swear.” she said, disgusted but slightly amused as well.

“Ow… it’s part of my charm, babe.” Dave replied, using what he would have considered an irresistible flirty tone of voice, which was super awkward instead.

“And yeah. Tim’s very aware of my skills, right?” he joked, winking at him, like the big teasing bastard he’s always been since he found out about his fart kink.

Tim just shrugged, faking a disgusted look, his heart racing fast, knowing that all he had to do after that was take the biggest shower in the hope that such unbearable stench didn’t fuse with the atoms in his body.

“Well, it’s gonna be a wild ride!” Dana exulted, happy about her new job offer.

“How about a round of beers to celebrate?” Tim suggested. “It’s on me, no worries.”

“Great idea, but I’m paying. I got the job, you dumb-dumbs get to drink!” Dana replied. She was in a very good mood.

“It’s fine, Dana! It’s the least we can do after-“ but Dave interrupted him.

“Come on Tim, stop living in outdated gender roles and let the pretty girl buy you a drink.” he said, faking a serious tone.

The girlfriend simply rolled her eyes and left the room “Just… meet me downstairs when you’re done saving the world, ok?”

As Dana was nowhere in sight, Dave simply turned to Tim and let another huge, long one rip.

“Shhh. Just tying up some loose ends here.” he said, shushing the gay friend, blasting what was left of his gas out.

“Are you finish-“ “Not yet” he simply said, as if he was making sure no particle of gas was left behind.

With one high pitched final note that was met with some immature laughter, Dave sighed in relief.

“With that said” he chuckled “You might want to take a shower.”

Tim simply nodded with an unamused expression.

“Oh, and you might want to leave the other closet you’ve been hiding.”

That was out of nowhere.

“No pressure bro, just know that we’re all always more than happy to have a beer with you.”

“Thanks Da-“

“Despite your bigoted views on gender roles of course.”

“I’m going to punch you now.”

The duo then headed downstairs and no one got punched luckily.

Tim thought about his friend’s words and how it was probably time to leave that metaphorical stuffy closet soon or later, not that he felt forced or anything.

Dana’s closet, however, that’s probably the only one he enjoyed being trapped into…

End of Episode 9

#fart story #eproctophilia #fartkink #davefarts2 #gayfart #malefarts

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wicked-mind · 4 years ago

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Betrayed: Chapter Four

Summary: Everybody thought Steve’s sister had passed away decades ago. But when you show up at the facility and try to attack Bucky, there are questions to be answered.

Word count: 5.5k

Warning: A bit of violence, talk of kidnapping and torture, talk of surgery, a hint of PTSD

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NOTE: I would like to thank everybody for your support. As I previously said, this is the first time posting creative writing on any platform. As a thank you, I’ll be releasing two chapters today (3/19/21). Again, any feedback is appreciated. Enjoy (:

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Chapter Four- I Guess We Can Be Friends

The rest of the team returned finally. A smile returned to Y/N’s face after seeing her brother and Wanda after the week. Steve made sure to get a run down of everything that happened in his absence from Clint and Bucky. Hearing of her nightmares, the voice she heard, and the progress her and Bucky had made. Steve and Bucky both exchanged the word ‘progress’ again with a smile. The chip they had recovered was protected, they couldn’t access the information on it right away, having to do some deep digging.

Steve found his sister chatting with Wanda, filling her in on everything that had happened. Y/N talked to Wanda about her nightmares and how Bucky was the one who woke her from them. She told her friend about how she heard the voice in her head, to which Wanda looked concerned. With Y/N’s permission, she could look to see if there was something else in her head, but she would wait for that until Y/N was ready for that. Steve entered the room with a light knock, smiling at Y/N.

“I’m all caught up on things that happened while we were away.” Steve told his sister, with a small comforting smile, “We recovered your chip still in tact. We are trying to get into it the information on it.”

Y/N nods, then looks at Wanda, “I need you to do it. Look in my mind and see if there is someone else.” She said, to which Steve and Wanda both looked shocked, “Please Wanda, I can’t sit here and wait to see if he starts whispering again. I have to know if it is real or if it’s me slowly going insane.” She whispered the last part.

“Don’t you think we should wait for a little bit? At least until we see the information on the chip?” Steve asked, concern in his voice. He didn’t want to push his sister into anything that could more damage her fragile state.

Y/N looked from her brother to Wanda, nodding, “Do it.” She demanded.

They gathered in the medical bay, allowing Y/N to lay on one of the beds. Wanda positioned herself behind her friend’s head, looking to her for permission. Y/N nodded and closed her eyes. The whole team watched closely, besides Natasha who had already left to go to the prison. Bucky and Steve had concerned looks on their face about this. Wanda positioned her hands on either side of Y/N’s head, red glowing from her fingers. For a moment, it was silent as Wanda searched, before she drops her hand, looking up to Steve with wide eyes, “There’s someone in there.. I can’t tell who but he is definitely the cause of the whispers. It’s has the same energy as Y/N, but it’s darker, stronger.” Wanda said gently, then looking at Y/N’s face. For a moment, Y/N looked relieved that she wasn’t going insane or being haunted by ghosts. But then worry came across her face as she realized something else was pulling strings in her head.

Bucky shifted uncomfortably on his feet, feeling useless. He couldn’t protect Y/N from the voice in her mind. He had the instincts to protect Y/N from anything and everything. He was determined to find this owner of this voice in her head, make it stop.

“We will wait to see what Natasha figures out.” Steve broke the silence, walking over and helping his sister up from the table. He looked down at her and offered a smile, to which one was returned up to him.

When Natasha was able to get into the information on the chip, she gathered the team to share her findings. She waited for them all to be seated around the circular table before beginning, “The chip showed what Y/N told us. It was used to send direct orders to her no matter where she was in the world. We are still working on downloading the information of where she went and what she did.” Natasha paused, “It also had a second function. It was blocking out some other transmission to her brain. I would guess it was keeping away the whispers that Y/N is now hearing. We aren’t sure what is causing the whispers or why it was important for Hydra to keep them out.” She paused, before looking at the rest of the team, “We don’t know how dangerous these whispers are. There was a reason Hydra wanted them blocked out. They could pose an immediate threat. The safest option would be to keep Y/N in the detention center until we know more.”

Y/N had snuck to listen outside the room. She was very quiet, and could get away very quickly if necessary. She, after all, was trained for things like sneaking around and gathering information without being seen, among other things.

The room fell silent as the team processed what Natasha was proposing to them, “We can’t do that to her.” Steve told the team, “She hasn’t been a threat to any of us since the first night. If we put her in one of the detention cells, it’ll show we don’t trust her and think she’s dangerous. Y/N is just trying to get back on her feet. She doesn’t want to hurt any of us.”

“I don’t trust her. That’s the issue.” Natasha countered, “If those whispers are dangerous, she can snap at anytime and turn on any of us. If she bites one of us and flees, that’s the end of it. Someone will die. We have to take necessary precautions.”

Bucky glared at Natasha for this idea, his jaw clenched, “You can’t do that to Y/N.” He repeated Steve’s words, “She dug herself out of a grave she was meant to stay in, took the chip out, and found us for help. She just wanted to see her brother again.” He said, “She attacked me for a reason. I have forgiven her. She’s not a threat unless we treat her like one or give her a reason to feel threatened.” He paused, taking in a deep breath, eyeing everybody else in the meeting, “If we force her into a cell, we are no better than how Hydra forced her into that coffin. She will break down as it reminds her of the things she went through. You break that trust, we won’t get it back. Any of us.” He said, looking to Steve, then Clint, and to Wanda who was nodding her head in agreement.

Wanda cleared her throat before speaking, drawing the attention to herself, “Y/N is not a current threat to anybody. I’ve seen in her mind, but more importantly I’ve spent almost every day with her. She just wants to live and be happy. Her mind is full of good. She’s a good person of which horrific things have happened to. Y/N doesn’t deserve to be punished for something she hasn’t done yet. I can keep an eye on her mental state, let us have an early warning if the whispers come back stronger.” Wanda watched the others as they slowly nodded in agreement to what she was saying.

“I have part of a solution.” Clint finally spoke, his arms crossed as he sat in his chair leaning back, “She doesn’t pose a threat now. I’ve trained with her more than anybody, she knows how to hold back. She has self control. But, just in case, why don’t we keep some of her blood in stock in case she does snap and bites one of us?”

Steve nodded, “I think that’s the best idea. We will get her to donate some blood to us for emergencies. She will understand and want to help. She doesn’t want to hurt any of us, she will want us to have the cure.” He looked at Bucky for a moment, before looking to Natasha who shook her head, knowing she was out numbered, “For now, we keep an eye on her. Help her. If something happens, we will discuss it.” He said in a tone that everybody knew meant the conversation about locking Y/N away was over. He sighs, slowly standing, “On another note, the annual fundraising gala is tomorrow. Everybody pick a charity of your choice before the party.” Natasha folded her arms, looking at Steve, “You really think the gala is the best idea right now?”

“Of course. We have been walking on eggshells for six months, putting all our focus on unraveling this mystery. We need a break. Thor is already coming in, and the guests have already sent in their RSVP. They’re expecting it. ” He said, knowing he was just irritating and pushing the limits with Nat, who had now exited the room in a hurry, “I guess that concludes our meeting.”

Y/N listened, she took a deep breath, then started chewing on her bottom lip. When they started speaking of the gala, she left. She knew when her brother used that tone it was end of discussion with her situation. She swiftly made it back to her room, sitting on her bed, pulling a magazine onto her lap. She just flicked the pages, not reading it at all. She was thinking about what was said in the team’s discussion. What Natasha said, about locking her away. Maybe that was for the best, she didn’t want to be a threat. She didn’t want to hurt anyone else. But listening to what Steve and Bucky said, they were right. The way Bucky talked about how she would break, he was right. She couldn’t keep herself under control if she was locked away, isolated. It would just be more proof that she was who she thought she was, a hopeless killer.

Y/N heard Wanda approaching and focused back on reading the magazine. Wanda came in beaming with a smile, “Up, up, up, get up!” She said, pulling Y/N by her hands to her feet.

Y/N smiled and laughed, letting her pull her to her feet, “What are we doing now?” She asked, happy to have a best friend like Wanda. She brought joy into Y/N’s life, someone she can be herself around.

“We are going shopping, where’s your shoes?” Wanda said as she searched around the room before throwing the black combat boots at Y/N, how caught them with ease, “The gala is tomorrow and we need to find some dresses.”

Y/N put her shoes on quickly, excited to go out and spend the day with Wanda shopping. She hadn’t got to leave the facility that much, she was excited to see what the world offered her today. Plus it would be nice to get her mind off of what she learned listening to the meeting.The two walked out the front of the facility, Wanda spinning the car keys in her hand. Y/N looked back at the facility, seeing Natasha watching her through the window, before getting in the black BMW with Wanda, “What’s Nat’s issue today?” She asked, curious of what the reply would be.

Wanda waved her hand as if to say forget about it, “Oh don’t worry, that’s just her face. She has RBF. Some days it flares up more than others.” She joked, putting the key in the ignition and speeding down the driveway towards town. On their dress mission, they talked about things. Wanda asked Y/N to tell her if she started hearing whispers again, that it was very important to let her know to which Y/N nodded, promising her best friend. Then they talked about something Wanda always wanted to talk about. Bucky. Wanda knew Y/N’s feelings about him, the good and the bad ones. Lately the better ones have been taking over and replacing those bad memories. Wanda was determined to help replace those memories, for Y/N’s sake and Bucky’s. She knew Bucky still had strong feelings for Y/N, it was hard not to keep out his thoughts when they screamed so loudly for Y/N. And she also knew that Y/N still had those lovey-dovey feelings for Bucky, just maybe a litter deeper down.

THE NEXT NIGHT

Wanda was helping Y/N get ready for the gala, already done getting herself ready. This was Wanda’s favorite event the team held. They got to dress up all fancy and let loose in their own home. There was no shop talk, just fun. Wanda slowly ran the curling iron through Y/N’s blonde hair, curling the ends perfectly so they would bounce as she walked. Wanda was already dressed and ready. As she finished up Y/N’s hair, she smiled, placing the curling iron down, “Don’t touch that.” She warns, not wanting her friend to get burned. Y/N nodded, looking at herself in the mirror. She was all dolled up for this event.

Wanda smiled, putting on her heels, “I’ll meet you out there.” She said, heading for the door, before looking back at Y/N who was still looking at herself in the mirror, “C’mon Y/N, get dressed. Chop chop!” She said and then disappeared out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Y/N tore her eyes away from herself. Her eyelashes were darkened with mascara and her lips were red from a lipstick she borrowed from Wanda. She looked very similar to how she did when she was taken by Bucky. She had curled her hair, put on red lipstick, excited to meet him for their date that never happened. The memory was painful, but she thought about the things Bucky had done for her. He was patient, kind. He helped her through break-downs. He said all the right things. He was being the Bucky she remembered and wanted. She decided she would be open to giving him another chance, being more accepting of him. The only way she would know for sure is if she let him in a little bit. She slowly stood, walking over to the closet and pulling her dress out. Wanda had helped pick it out. Y/N was a little reluctant, the style of dresses had changed since the last time she had worn one. When did they become so revealing? Y/N slipped off the robe she was wearing to get ready, placing it on her bed. She slipped the black dress on. It fit her curves perfectly, although maybe a little tight, “God how do people breathe in these.” She said, flattening out the scrunched lines as she walked in front of the mirror. The dress was jet black, flowing to the floor. There was a slit up the side to show off her pale leg, a little too high if you asked Y/N but Wanda assured her it was the style. It had sleeves that draped over her arms, a small dip in the front but not too revealing. She lifted her hand to her shoulders, her fingers brushing against the silver scars from a past life. She didn’t remember how she got the ones that looked like bites, but there were many of them that were hidden by the view of this dress. She slipped on her black heels, wishing she could just wear her boots. But Y/N knew Wanda would just drag her back to the room to put the shoes on. Y/N gave herself one final glance in the mirror. The dress was beautiful, she was beautiful. Even with the red eyes that seemed to glow. She turned and made her way out of her room and to where the party was being held.

As she entered, Wanda immediately was at her side, handing her a glass of dark wine which Y/N accepted immediately, taking a small sip. The lounge was decorated beautifully and filled with people who were all dressed up also. Steve was sitting at the bar with Bucky and Sam, laughing. He noticed his sister’s arrival and quickly walked over to greet her.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” Steve said, giving her a quick hug, “I’m glad you decided to come. It’ll be fun.” He promised.

“Yeah I didn’t get to really decide.” Y/N laughed, looking at Wanda, “I’m pretty sure she would’ve dragged me down here, I figured it was easier to come willingly.”

Steve chuckled, giving Wanda a thankful smile, “It’ll be great, don’t worry about anything. Tonight is all about fun.” He said, placing an encouraging hand on his sister’s shoulder, before getting pulled away by some men who seemed excited to have a conversation with the Captain America. Steve figured a Y/N needed some fun. It had been all serious since she came back that she hasn’t really gotten to live.

Y/N and Wanda walked around, introducing themselves to guests and sharing stories. Well, Wanda was doing the sharing. Y/N didn’t have any stories to share, just listened and laughed as she met all the new people. All of them were very nice, and not too intrusive.

Bucky had noticed Y/N as soon as she walked in. He about spit up his drink by how beautiful she looked. He wondered if this is what she would’ve looked like for their date that never happened. It made his heart jump thinking about it. He watched Steve go up to her, a little jealous that he was just able to approach her so easily. He watched her throughout the night, staying at the bar. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Y/N was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He watched her laugh, envying the wine glass she kept bringing to her lips. It reminded him of the one kiss they shared. He cherished that memory of them. Her lips were so soft against his. He wanted that feeling again but knew it was out of his grasp.

At some point, Bucky lost track of Y/N in the crowd. His eyes scanned all the faces in the room, looking for her. He stood up when he saw she wasn’t with Wanda. They had been together the whole night, but now they weren’t. He pushed through people, apologizing and saying excuse me as he searched for Y/N, before turning to look out a window. She was standing out on the lawn alone, her head tilted up to the sky. He immediately made his way out there, wanting to make sure she was alright. He shut the door quietly and approached Y/N, smiling.

“Y/N?” He said, wanting to give her a heads up he was approaching, “Everything alright?” He asked as he stood beside her.

“Oh, hi. Yeah, sorry, I’m fine.” She said, looking over to him with her red eyes. She noted how handsome he looked. He was wearing an all black suit, his hands in his pockets. She returned her gaze up to the stars, a soft smile on her red lips, “Just needed some air. I got distracted by the stars. They’re beautiful.”

Bucky kept his eyes on her face, “Yeah.. Beautiful.” He said, not talking about the stars. He examined her face. She was smiling, and her expression was nothing but happiness. He loved seeing her like this- happy. It’s what she deserved.

Y/N looked back to Bucky, noticing he was still staring at her, knowing he wasn’t calling the stars beautiful. She turned towards him, her red eyes meeting his crystal blue ones. She smiled softly, her red lips curving, before she looked down at her almost empty glass of wine, “Buck…” She said softly, as if ashamed, “I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you. And… you know.. biting you,” She gestured towards the scar on his neck, biting her lip before continuing, “I know that wasn’t you. They were in your head like they were in mine.” She was just now realizing it had been god knows how long since she drank and she may be a little tipsy.

Bucky shook his head at her apology, his hand leaving his pocket as he touched her arm, “Hey, don’t. It’s fine. Your last memory of me was taking you to them. I understand. I probably would’ve had the same reaction. It hasn’t changed the way I see or feel about you, darling. I know who you are. You don’t have to apologize for your trauma.” He said softly, smiling at her.

Y/N lifted her head again to meet his gaze. His skin on hers felt almost electric. It made her skin crawl, her hairs standing up. She nodded, her eyes looking around Bucky, anywhere but his face. Hearing him call her ‘darling’ made her body feel warm. She felt like her heart was racing. She finally looked at his face. She could tell he had just cut his hair recently, probably to look nice for the gala. He looked just like the Bucky she knew. When she arrived his hair was longer, but now his hair was shorter, those blue eyes watching her, a small grin on his face. She took a small step towards him, “Since all is forgiven…” Y/N said, her eyes keeping contact with his, “I suppose that means we can be friends.”

Bucky’s grin only widened as she took a step towards him, his eyes never leaving her face. He was observing every move she made. Everything about her was extraordinary. As she spoke the words he had long waited for her to say, he felt as if a weight had been taken off his shoulders, “I would love that.” He replied, “That means we can do friend stuff, right?” He said, talking a small step closer to her, his hand still on her arm, “Like go for coffee, watch movies, have dinner sometime?” He said softly, hoping he wasn’t overstepping with her.

“Hot chocolate,” She corrected, “Not coffee.” She smiles, her eyes watching his as he stepped closer, she bit her lip slightly, her focus moving from his eyes to his lips.

Bucky chuckled at her response, “Hot chocolate with caramel.” He responded, remembering it was her favorite. He knew she didn’t like coffee, but she loved hot chocolate. He was locked onto her eyes that looked at him from underneath her long, dark lashes. He looked at her lips for a moment, wondering if he should move in closer. He felt as if she was giving him all the signals, even flirting back with him. She hadn’t denied him. He leans his face in closer to hers slowly, watching for any reaction, which to his surprise didn’t come.

Instead, a different surprise happened. A flash of light separated the two quickly. When the light faded, Y/N noticed a circle emblem on the ground, but then noticed the man standing in the middle of it. He had short blonde hair, was tall and muscular. He held a large axe in his hand.

“Great timing, Thor. Good to see ya. You’re late.” Bucky said, obviously a little annoyed that the moment between Y/N and himself was ruined.

“Barnes! Good to see you.” Thor replied, placing a pat on Bucky’s back. He was smiling ear to ear, obviously excited about the event, “Who’s your friend?” He said turning to Y/N.

Y/N smiled, “Y/N Rogers.” She said, her red eyes studying him. She had read about him and heard all the stories.

Thor looked at Y/N confused for a moment, “Steve got married? I wasn’t invited?” He said, almost hurt looking.

“No..” Both Y/N and Bucky said at the same time, both laughing a little bit, “I’m his sister.”

Thor looked relieved, before smiling, “Oh yeah, I see the resemblance now. Besides the red eyes, that’s extremely interesting.” He said, point at his own eyes as he talked about hers. Noticing he made her slightly uncomfortable with the comment, he continued, “Well, I better go in and say hello.” He said, walking passed the two and into the party.

Y/N looked back at Bucky, laughing a little at what just happened. It was a little awkward and embarrassing, but the timing was funny to her.

Bucky smiled as she laughed, “So uhm…” He chuckled out, watching her closely, “More wine?” He said, motioning towards the almost empty wine glass still in her hands.

Y/N shook her head, smiling, “Oh no, I’m good. It’s been forever since I’ve had a drink. Tonight I’m a one and done type of girl.” She said, nodding as she told herself this. She was already a little tipsy, she didn’t want to press her luck, “We should head back in though. My feet hurt and there’s some left over pasta in the fridge that’s calling my name.” She said, turning and starting to head back inside. Bucky followed her close behind, smiling to himself. She was treating him like a friend, maybe even more than a friend. She was talking to him like she had growing up. It was exciting to him. It reminded him of a simpler time. He followed her up the stairs to the kitchen in the living quarters, watching as she heated up her food in the microwave. Y/N grabbed a fork, turning to see him still there, “I’m gonna eat this in my room then go to bed.” She said, smiling a little.

Bucky nodded, “I’ll walk you.” He said, even though it was right down the hallway. He wanted to spend as much time as he could with her, just in case this was a dream he was going to wake up from soon. He joined her as they walked down the hall, stopping at her door and opening it for her.

Y/N slipped into the room and placed her food on the desk before turning back to Bucky who was still standing there like a dream, waiting for her. She approached him, smiling, “Thank you.” She said softly, She reached her hand out and touched his arm, still smiling up into his eyes, “Good night, Bucky.”

Bucky grinned at her touch, “Anytime, doll. Good night.” He said happily, accepting the fact this would be the end of their night together, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Tonight was perfect to him. He turned to return back to the party down the stairs. Nothing could bring him down tonight.

Y/N smiled at the pet name, giving his face once last glance, before shutting the door. She smiled to herself. She hadn’t felt like this in a long time. She felt undeniably happy. There was no negativity creeping in at all. She quickly kicked off the heels and changed out of her dress into some sweats and a tank top, hanging the dress back up in her closet. She grabbed her pasta and sat on her bed, turning on the tv. It didn’t take long for her to finish her food, placing the now empty food box in the trash before curling up in bed, falling asleep.

Thor had made his way around saying hello to everybody, before returning back to Steve who was now with Bucky at the bar, “You didn’t tell me you have a sister,” He said to Steve, holding a mug of beer in his hand.

“It never came up.” Steve said, smiling at his friend.

Thor shrugged, “Would’ve been nice to know. The red eyes are very interesting.” He mentioned, taking a large drink of her beer, “Is she otherworldly?”

Steve shook his head, “No, she was a Hydra experiment.” He informed, looking uncomfortable by this conversation.

Thor nodded, taking note of the buttons he seemed to be poking on Steve, “That’s unfortunate, I’m sorry.” He said, placing a comforting hand on Steve’s shoulder, “Oh, and sorry for ruining your moment.” He said to Bucky.

“Moment?” Steve asked, looking from Thor to Bucky, “There was a moment?”

Bucky said silent for a moment, before speaking, “It’s alright, Thor. Y/N and I were just talking.” He said.

Thor looked from Bucky to Steve, “Right… Talking. That’s definitely what I saw.” He said with a smile, “I think I need another.” He said as he looked at his now empty mug, before walking away.

Steve watched Thor leave, before looking around the gala, “Where is Y/N?” he said, realizing he hadn’t seen his sister in a while, and after hearing about the potential ‘moment’ he wanted to make sure she was alright.

“She went to bed, I walked her up.” Bucky said, to which Steve looked at him, eyebrows raised, “She said we could be friends again.” He informed, smiling slightly, though he didn’t get the reaction he was hoping for from his friend.

Steve nodded slightly, “Just friends.” He said. He was never thrilled about the idea of his best friend and sister growing closer. He was Y/N’s brother after all. He knew Bucky was a good man, but he still couldn’t think of them being anything more than friends, “I’ll head up there, be close just in case anything happens.”

“No, I’ll go. Don’t worry, I won’t disturb her.” Bucky said, standing from his seat at the bar, “Besides, you’re in charge of this party. Can’t be leaving. I’ll just sit down the hall until Wanda comes up.” He promised, to which Steve nodded almost reluctantly, still wondering what moment Thor had intruded on. Bucky turned and made his way back up the stairs. Keeping his promise to Steve, he sat outside Y/N’s door in the hallway. He could hear the tv on inside the room, listening as he tried to determine what she had been watching before she fell asleep. He concluded it must be a tv medical show of some sort. After about another hour, Wanda came through the hall, giving a smile towards Bucky with a nod as if to say she had it from here, before disappearing into the room. Bucky stood, watching the door close he caught a glimpse of Y/N sleeping soundly. He smiled, tucking his hands back in his pockets as he made his way back to his own room.

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legionofpotatoes · 4 years ago

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we decided to watch all story cutscenes from the new resident evil village videogame on a whim, since it’s not really our cup of tea gameplay-wise but seems to be this massive zeitgeist moment that made us morbidly curious. And I know how much everyone cares about my thoughts on things I know very little about, so. let’s get into it huh gamers. and yeah spoilers?

for context, I’ve only played resident evil 4 and a small portion of 5. I also read the wikipedia entry for 7’s plot recently. all this to say I was only vaguely aware of how tonally wacky the series was going in

I also completely gave up following the plot of the mutagens’ soap opera, so that paid off in spades here as you might imagine

anyway so that baby in the intro. that baby’s head is just massive. humongous toddlerdome. when ethan finds the baby’s head in a jar later on. there is no way that head would fit into that jar. bad game design. no not even game design. basic stuff. one hundred years in prison for jar modeler

if I see a single functional hetero marriage in video games I will cry tears of joy. I understand their misery is kind of The Point irt them badly working through the hillbilly romp trauma but like. sheesh. at least set that up as an emotional story goal the plot will help resolve. but nope they start off miserable and it goes nowhere

I know I know the mia thing has a huge wrinkle in it but like. not really in terms of dramatic function?? set up a happy end to the re7 nightmare (miranda can keep up appearances for all she cares) and then take that all away from angry griffin mcelroy for manpain. it will still absolutely work to set up the dramatic forward momentum. why throw in this cliche Hollywood Tension in their marriage if you’re not going to address it oh maybe because it’s normalized as automatically interesting because nuclear families are a self-propagating pit of a very narrow chance at emotional happiness relying on social stigma to preserve their empty function oops my baggage slipped in yikes abort mission

I called him griffin mcelroy because I saw his face on twitter and. yeah. I will continue to do this occasionally. my house my rules

... fuck the reason I’m hung up on this is specifically because the rest of the game is so tonally dexterous (which is a shining point to me! more on that later!), and yet they felt weirdly compelled to create the aesthetic trapping of a family-at-odds trope without following it through too well. a sign of both the good and the bad stuff to come

but listen the real reason why I wanted to talk about any of this is to nitpick the fascinating backwards-engineered nucleus of the entire thing; in that this game essentially creates a melting pot of just SO many disparate horror tropes and then makes a no-holds-barred unhinged effort at weaving thick lore to piece them all together. it is truly a sight to behold. like straight up you got your backwoods fright night situation, your gothic castle vampires, your rural-industrial werewolves, and don’t forget your bloated swamp monsters over there, with then a hard left turn into robotic body horror, and the entire ass subgenre of Creepy Doll writ large, and the bloodborne tentacle monsters, and a hellboy angel bossfight, which rides on the coattails of a mech-on-mech pacific rim bonanza, and just jesus henry christ slow down

almost all of these are textural hijack jobs that don’t really get into the metaphor plain of any of those settings but the game sort-of makes an argument that the texture IS the point and revels in it. It is kind of admirable almost. The same reason why the intro felt boxed in and unmotivated is also why the rest of the game just blasts off of its hinges to the point of complete and self-indulgent tonal abandon. I kinda loved that about it. lady dimitrescu made sure to hold her hat down as she bent forward in mahogany doorways and then suddenly she’s a giant gore dragon and you settle in your temp role as dark souls man with Gun to take her ass down. Excellent??

this rhino rampage impulse to gobble up every horror aesthetic known to man comes to head when the game wrestles with its FPS trappings in what is the most hilarious solution in creating visceral player damage moments. Since most cinematics and the entire game is in first person, that leaves precious little real estate for the devs to work with if they really want to sell griffin’s physical crucible. To wit. This dude’s forearms. Specifically just the forearms. They are MASSACRED throughout the story. The poor man lives out the silent hill dimension of a hand model. by the end cutscene he looks like a neatly dressed desk clerk who had decided to stick both his grabbers into garbage disposal grinders just a few hours prior. like in addition to everything else it manages to rope in that tinge of slapstick violence into its general grievous genre collection except this time it IS for a lack of trying! truly incredible

but wait his miracle clawbacks from everything his poor paws go through are retroactively explained away, yes, but far too vaguely and far too late to console me as I sat and watched everyone’s favorite baby brother reattach an entirely severed hand to his wrist stump by just. placing it on there. and giving it a lil twist ‘n pop terminator-style. and then willing his fingers back into motion right in front of my bulging eyes. this game just does not care. it does not give a shit. and boy howdy will it work to make that into one of its strongest suits

cause generally speaking resident evil was THE premiere vanilla zombie content destinaysh for like a decade, right? and as the rest of the world and mainstream media started encroaching and bloodying its blue ocean it went and just exploded in every single conceivable horror trope direction like a smilodon on catnip. truly, genuinely fascinating franchise moves

yeah the big vampire milf is hot. other news; grass... green. although I do love the implication that her closet is just identical white dresses on a rack. cartoon network-level queen shit

apropos of nothing I’ve said there’s also this hobo dante-devimaycry-magneto man, and I can’t believe this sentence makes sense. anyway he made that “boulder-punching asshole” joke referring to chris redfield and it was probably the only easter egg that really landed for me and boy did it land hard. I have not seen him punch the boulder in re5, mind. I had only heard about how funny it is from friends. and here this dude was, probably in the same exact mindset as me, trying to grapple with that insane mental image. with you on that ian mckellen, loud and clear

I advocate vehemently against the shallow pursuit of hyper photorealism in art direction but I gotta admit it works really in favor of immersive horror like this. the european village shacks especially gave me super unchill flashbacks to my rural countryside retreat in western georgia. I could smell the linoleum dude. not cool

faces are weird in this game. can’t place it. nice textures, good animation, but the modeling template is... uuh strange? and the hair. it has that clustered-flat-clumpy look that harkens to something very specific and unpleasant but I just don’t know what. sue me

griffin’s mental aptitude to take all this shit in stride and end every seemingly traumatizing bossfight involving some fucking eldritch being yet unseen through mortal eyes by essentially throwing out an MCU quip is just. What the fuck dude? I mean that was funny how you casually yelled the f-word at a god damn werewolf that you considered a fairy tale an hour ago but are you like, all right?? it was swinging a sledgehammer the size of a bus at you, ethan

oh oh the vampires are afraid of cold and your last name is winters. I get it haha

Pro Gamer Nitpick: boss fights seemed a bit unnecessarily long?? idk why the youtuber we picked decided the ENTIRE propeller man fight counted towards the vital story scenes he was stitching together, but man mr big daddy lite there really had some get up and go huh??

why are they saying dimitrescu.. like that. is it really how you say that word or is the english language relapsing into its fetish for ending every single word with a consonant at all costs

I’m not saying it’s a dramatic miss of a twist in context of all that’s going on, but the “you died in the last game actually and have been DC’s clayface ever since” revelation is low-key. it’s. it’s just funny to me, I dont know what to say. century-old god-witch fails her evil plan after she mistakenly removes heart from what was definitely NOT just some white guy with eight fingers after all

chris realizing he’s about to become the player character and immediately swapping out his tsundere trenchcoat for the muscletight sex haver sweater

the little bluetooth speaker-sized pipe bomb he taped to his knife was nuclear?? really??? I must have missed something because that is just too good. I buy it though I totally buy it. chris just got them fun-sized nukes in his car trunk for, you guessed it, Situations

anyway this is all for now just wanted to briefly touch on how unexpectedly funny and tonally irreverent this seemingly serious game turned out to be. did not articulate any cathartic story beats whatsoever but my god it had fun connecting those plot points. he just fucking put his severed hand back on his stump and it Just Worked todd howard get in here

#text #another one in my bulleted review series with no rhyme or reason #sorry resident evil fans this could be a painful read pls turn away #i know almost nothing about it but i am gonna be super fake familiar and critical of this one hey ho

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kimjongdaely · 4 years ago

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Eternal [Chapter 9]

Vampire!AU

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, abuse, sexual situations, abortion, mention of suicide

Summary: You’re not sure how to deal with your current situation. Your owner, Byun Baekhyun, isn’t helping with the stress. But what happens when you find a risky solution that might just solve all your problems?

Prologue [M]│Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3│Chapter 4│Chapter 5│ Chapter 6│Chapter 7│Chapter 8│Chapter 9│Chapter 10│Chapter 11 │Chapter 12│Chapter 13

You can’t tell if things have gotten better or worse.

It’s mostly just suffocatingly quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you go insane. You haven’t spoken to Baekhyun in a while. You’re not sure how long; you’ve lost track.

Every day feels the same. You get sick most of the time and it’s hard to keep any food down. Yixing is really worried. He tries his best to monitor your condition and get you to eat, but every time you smell food you just want to vomit again.

Your stomach has gotten a lot bigger. Having the baby bump finally show makes it all the more concrete and real, and you need that constant reminder.

A reminder that you’re not a total screwup. That at least you’re doing something right.

But you’re getting too thin and the baby needs to eat more than you do. You have yet to find something to eat that won’t make you sick. The girls have tried everything they could think of, all types of food from all over the world. Nothing seems to help. You’re beginning to think it’s more about your mindset than actually being unable to keep anything down. You’re so upset over Baekhyun that it’s affecting your health.

No, no you can’t let that hinder you. You have to do it for the baby.

Curled up on your bed, you clutch at your stomach, feeling the baby bump and tears fill your eyes. What should you do? What if you miscarry? You don’t think you can handle it if your baby dies. You’ll surely follow immediately after, regardless of what Baekhyun does. This child is everything you wanted, proof of your existence, no matter how small it is. It’s your family, the only thing connected to you by blood.

Please live. It doesn’t matter if you have to die to bring it into this world. As long as it lives, nothing matters.

And that’s the mindset you try to sustain. You forced food down, taking small bites at a time and several deep breaths, hoping it doesn’t come back up. You take it easy, getting lots of rest and spend your time reading books. You chat a lot more with the girls and ask Yixing for advice constantly.

You have to make the change. You can’t keep wallowing in sorrow forever. For the baby.

You must live as well.

Just until your child is brought to the world.

A few more days and Emerald approaches you. You didn’t want to see her, have done very well avoiding her, but you know you have to do this. You can’t keep avoiding her forever.

“Hi.” She greets.

“Hi.”

She sits down beside you on the couch, looking sheepish and fiddling with her hands. You sigh, setting your book down. “Did you want something?”

“I wanted to apologize.” She said, eyes downcast. “I know you don’t really like me being here, so—”

“Don’t.”

“Excuse me?” She looks surprised.

“Don’t.” You repeat, snapping. “You and I both know it’s not your fault. If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine for getting pregnant.”

She blinks, shocked. “That’s not what I—”

“Yes, I know.” You rise, a bout of anger rising in you. “Baekhyun needs you. He’ll die if he doesn’t feed and I...” Tears well up and it’s hard to control yourself, your voice cracking, “I can’t help him. It’s not your fault. It’s mine.”

You leave her flabbergasted in the living room as you stomp up to your room, sniffing and trying hard not to break down, again. Your emotions are everywhere and you berate yourself for blowing up. You could’ve handled it so much better, should’ve smiled and said ‘it’s fine’ and the two of you can go off on your merry way. You just have to ruin everything.

There’s a knock at your door. “Thorn, we need to talk.”

Oh, great. What perfect timing Baekhyn has. You’re not sure you’re emotionally well enough for this conversation.

You still open the door, letting him inside. He has the right to be angry and upset. Has the right to check up on his own child.

He does not look happy. He stares at you, arms crossed over his chest. “Why are you so upset?”

You blink, not expecting that question. You thought he would yell and scold. You swallow. “I...I don’t know.”

His eyes narrow. “Don’t lie to me.”

You look away, feeling guilty and stupid and wishing you could disappear. “I was jealous.”

“You said it was okay.” He reminds, voice gruff. “I asked you. You said you understood. How am I going to feed if I don’t touch her?”

You scowl, throwing your hands in the air, the first time you’ve done so. “I don’t know!” Baekhyun takes a step back, surprised by your outburst, hands falling to his sides. You pace your room, tears flowing freely now as you rant. “I don’t know, okay. I’m stressed and scared and insecure, my feelings are everywhere and I have no control over them! I just want to cry all day long and scream. I’m not eating well and I can’t let anything happen to the baby but everything’s going wrong and I’m so scared.” You take a shuddering breath, your voice dropping. “I just want to be with you. Is that too much to ask?”

From the corner of your eye you see Baekhyun open his mouth. You swirl towards him and cut him off sharply.

“Even if I have to take care of this baby on my own, I’ll do it. I don’t need you, Baekhyun. I can handle it fine on my own—”

“Thorn.”

“—because I’ve been alone all my life—”

“Thorn, please.”

“—it makes no difference now—”

“Thorn!” Baekhyun roars, eyes blazing as he stomps to you and then—

Oh, he’s kissing you. With all the frustration and hurt and passion he’s felt these few days all at once. You melt into his arms almost immediately, clutching him for balance and kiss him back, letting him soothe away your worries.

Then his kisses soften, turning into affectionate pecks instead, his thumb rubbing circles in the small of your back. You rest your head against his shoulder, cooing as he rocks you gently. You missed him so much it’s unbearable.

“I’m sorry.” He says after a while. “I’m sorry I made you feel insecure and I wasn’t always there for you. But please stop getting angry at Emerald—she’s innocent.”

You sniff, nodding. “I know. I’m sorry too. I just can’t stop myself and blow up. I’ll apologize to her, I promise.”

“I heard from Yixing about your condition.” He says. “Is there anything I can get you? Craving anything?”

“Not really.” You wrinkle your nose. “I am a little hungry now though.”

He lets out a quiet laugh. “Let’s get you some food then.” He grows serious once more. “And don’t say things like you’ll handle this alone. I’m not the best support but I do want to support you.” He looks down, looking ashamed. “You just have to beat me upside the head sometime and tell me what you need.”

You giggle, nodding. “Okay, I will.”

“And Sehun?” Baekhyun asks. “Has he spoken to you lately?”

You frown, tilting your head as you think. “No. Why?”

Baekhyun lets out a smile, though it looks tight. “Never mind then. It’s nothing.”

Your pregnancy has been going well since then. You’ve tried harder to ignore it when Baekhyun feeds on Emerald. He’s cut back the frequency, which you feel immensely guilty about but he assures you it’s fine. He’s trying not to set you off again.

You’re at 24 weeks now, which means you’re about halfway there. You can feel the baby kicking around too, and it always brings a grin to your face. The first time you made Baekhyun feel the baby kick, he was horrified. Thought the baby was hurting you.

You assured him over and over again that it wasn’t so, and it actually made you incredibly happy. You would squeal and coo at your tummy when it moved. Baekhyun was skeptical but learned to accept it. Though his reaction was disappointing, you’re glad he’s gotten better with the idea of your pregnancy.

He’ll even sometimes feel it on his own now, eyes widening whenever the baby would greet him, though you haven’t seen him smile.

It makes you a little sad to think about.

You wonder what’s going on in his mind. Is he really not the least bit happy about this? Or is he just extremely worried about you? You’ve tried asking, but he always answers very vaguely and he’s learned to give you answers that you want to hear.

It frustrates you to no end, but you keep quiet because you know he’s trying. He’s trying so hard, and sometimes you see notes scrawled over his desk. Out of curiosity you pick a paper up to read to find him desperately searching for a way to keep you alive. There are so many questions unanswered, and hundreds of ideas crossed out.

And then in a corner you find a scribbled, Victoria?

You frown, recognizing the name. You see Baekhyun talking quietly with Jongdae and Junmyeon sometimes, and Yixing would join in occasionally. They all look so serious when they talk, voices staying hushed and often they talk in the middle of the night when the Pets are asleep. You’ve only caught them like that a few times when you wake up with a craving for a midnight snack.

So what connection has Baekhyun made about your pregnancy and Victioria, of all people? You shudder at the name, not wanting to think about her.

You make a mental note to ask him about this later, but for now you stack his notes up neatly and set them aside. You also wish there was a way you could live through this, and you’re staying as optimistic as you can.

No one knows for sure that you’ll die, anyways. Maybe you can push through if you’re determined enough. You hope you are.

Rubbing your belly, you sigh as you snuggle into Baekhyun’s bed, waiting for him to come home from patrol. You’ve been sleeping in here now rather than your own room. Everything smells like him and it calms you down. You love sleeping in his clothes and wrapping yourself up with his blanket.

Then there’s a knock.

Puzzled, you push yourself up and hobble towards the door. It’s Sehun, looking rather thrilled, eyes wide and a grin on his face. “Hi, Thorn.”

“Hi.” You frown at his expression, rarely seeing him like this. “Did something happen?”

“I found a way,” he says, slightly breathless and so eager. “A way that you can live.”

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natrashafierce · 3 years ago

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My husband made a scared little whimper in his sleep. I said, “It’s okay,” and reached over to gently stroke his hand, but it startled him. I cooed that I was sorry, and he’s okay.

“In the rat box!” he explained.

“Well, get out of there. It’ll be okay,” I assured him,

“Gotta get in the rat box and watch a movie.” This sounded oddly derisive.

“Oh,” I said. “After the movie, then.”

“Cow’s pissed I took his parking spot.” Then he fell back asleep.

His dreams always sound like cartoons. He’s hanging out with anthropomorphic animals in there, or something. I can’t decide if that’s more fun than my dreams or not.

Mine are usually complicated, long, make 80% sense, and it’s not uncommon that I have a revelation that’s helpful to my real life either materially or emotionally. BUT the time dilation can be nuts, they’re intense, and I’m always trying to figure everything out which is an absolute bitch in a DREAM. It feels like I’m stuck in an entire episode or season of some HBO drama. Maybe I’d rather be in the rat box watching a movie.

I would love to have my biggest dream problem be that I took a cow’s parking space instead of having to psychoanalyze the guards in a woman’s mental institution to figure out how to sneak people out. I’m being all careful to map the building without being seen, meanwhile in my husband’s mind he doesn’t even think to be conscientious toward a cartoon cow. In real life he’s very conscientious, but fuck that cow’s parking spot. Who does that cow think he is, anyway?

That must be so freeing. I’ll kill violent people in my dreams, but otherwise I’m as careful to avoid unnecessary conflict with difficult dream people as I am in real life, so I’m constantly gauging whether they crossed a line such that conflict is necessary. Then sometimes I have to give them conflict. Juggling that is exhausting! Then you wake up and most of the people don’t even exist! If you wake up and the rat box doesn’t exist, that’s just a good feeling, probably. You’re just glad your time in the rat box wasn’t real, but my dossiers on dream motherfuckers feel like real time that was wasted.

But maybe it’s not so great, because his dreams seem to scare him often — which I guess makes sense because he doesn’t have much conscious control in them. It’s really hard to scare me in a dream or in real life. I’ll get angry or frustrated or sad in dreams, but I usually don’t feel like they just happen to me, I almost always feel like I can do something.

Wait, I just realized… is he scared of the cow? I woke him up because he was scared. I assumed the rat box was scary, but he did not intend to leave it. This cow’s got him on edge, I think. Because he took his parking space. It’s unresolved while he’s watching the movie in the rat box, maybe.

That would actually be typical of him. It is very important to him to be good, and if he does bad things in dreams he expects to be punished. I think his more conscious mind is a step behind his actions in a dream, so he watches himself do things he doesn’t approve of. Then the idea he should be punished arises, and it steers the dream in that direction. He also dreams of messing up things he normally wouldn’t and letting people down, too.

I’m pretty conscious in my dreams and making alert decisions, so my dreams rarely make me feel bad about anything. I have my same principles. The rare times I start to go against my principles I end up stopping and having some revelation, and sometimes realize I’m dreaming.

It’s been a long time since I had a helpless “oh my god I can’t believe I just did that, why did I just do that?” dream. Those seem to freak people out a lot, and they freaked me out back when I had them. But for probably a decade now, I always accept that I did whatever I did and process it. When I have those dreams that I’m back in school and didn’t go to any of my classes and now I’m going to fail the semester, I just show up to class open and nonchalant with the teacher about how I didn’t put forth any effort and I won’t start now, and then I leave without bothering to take the test and have an entirely different storyline in the same dream world. One time I just went and sat in the food court of a futuristic mall feeling peaceful I got to be there in the middle of a weekday when there weren’t a lot of people.

Instead, most of my stress in dreams is from needing to help people in some kind of immediate danger, especially if I have to fight an armed person or animal. Once I had to go through an air vent to this uncharted grey swamp dimension with a crew of people, got separated from them, and had to fight a crocodile that almost ate a kid. That was in the 2000s and it was so vivid I still remember it. Another one from that same decade had some guy going Texas Chainsaw Massacre in some sci-fi building with floating platforms, and I knew I wasn’t going to win that one but had to do it anyway. I woke up because I died. They almost never scare me because there’s no time to be scared, but I never get easy fights in my dreams. They’re always really frustrating and exhausting, because that dream shit where you can feel your real life sleep paralysis kicks in where everything seems slow and ineffectual. Any bullets I shoot go in slow motion, or if I’m stabbing someone, it’s the bluntest blade ever. I usually wake up from frustration or from dying. I rarely get to just win and continue the dream. I don’t think my husband deals with stuff like that.

Our dreams are very on-brand with regard to our respective childhoods. I had to witness domestic violence when I was young so my dream stress is just like, ah great, I must put this maniac in his place before he kills someone. I have to save all the people who are trapped. I never actually fought my dad because he was not violent toward me, I just dressed him down once I was old enough and it would shame him into submission. But when I was a little kid I wondered if it was my responsibility to kill him, or if there was anything I could do to outwit him, or if there was some other solution I hadn’t thought of. Every angle matters when you’re powerless. My dreams have involved me trying to figure everything out since before I started school. I just quit feeling powerless the older I got, and the compulsive digging and plotting still drives the dreams.

Whereas my husband was mortified by having to stand in the corner for time out, had to take on a lot of responsibility his mom heaped on him, and had to diligently regulate his emotions in response to her being impossible and insane. He gets stressed in dreams because he dropped the ball in some way — he betrayed his principles, or neglected a responsibility, or should have kept his cool.

I wonder if the rat box was punishment for stealing the cow’s parking space? He’s like me, he wouldn’t dodge the punishment, he’d just get it over with.

If I find out what the rat box was, I will update this if it’s not too personal. But he forgets most of his dreams, so who knows.

#dream #rat box

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angelinasway · 3 years ago

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Regaining Hope

Chapter Five

Pairing: Clark Kent/Buffy Summers

Warnings/Triggers: Torture, Violence, Mention's of Major Character Death, Bad Language, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut

Summary: Takes place during Man of Steel. When Buffy discovers the U.S Military trying to keep quiet about an object buried in a twenty thousand year old glacier, she immediately thinks the worst. However, when a surprise visit to the Canadian Arctic puts her in the path of a mysterious stranger her whole world is changed forever.

Previous Chapters: [Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three] [Chapter Four]

[TTH] [AO3] [FFN]

Authors Notes: Hey all!!! Thank you so much for all the amazing reviews, you guys have been incredible, seriously. Now just for that we are about to embark on the romance portion of this fic, until the proverbial shit hits the fan so to speak. Anyway I hope you all enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Massive thanks to Hipkarma for being such an amazing beta!!! Oh and don't be fooled by the mood board, there is actually no sex in the Champaign Room. Okay I think I just dated myself. Please leave a review, I'm really excited to hear what you all think. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter Five

They had been back at the school about an hour now, the first forty-five minutes spent explaining to Faith and Gunn who and what Clark was. All in all, they’d taken it pretty well once they got past their utter disbelief and accusations of both Clark and Buffy trying to mess with them. Clark had told them pretty much what he had learned on the ship. That his planet was dying and his parents sent him to this world not only to save him, but to help the people of Earth not make the same mistakes the Kryptonian people made. Which of course led to him having to explain what the mistakes were, and even further explanation of what artificial population control was. Buffy had brought up the Matrix and A Brave New World which had the others grimacing at the visual. Clark had explained how he was the first natural birth on the planet in centuries because his parents believed that their people had lost something precious in taking away the option of free choice.

He then explained how the Earth’s sun is a more powerful source of radiation than on his home world and because of that he was pretty much invincible with the exception of anything mystical, of course. Gunn seemed to immediately understand and mentioned how on Pylea Angel could walk in the sun. Buffy wasn’t sure it was as cut and dry as that considering it was interdimensional and not planetary, but then again, she wasn’t exactly a philosopher nor a scientist so she could very well be wrong.

They had all eventually called it a night, and now Buffy and Clark were in her room. He was currently in the shower. Buffy having already taken one before they left for Lorne’s earlier that evening. She used the time to use the bathroom down the hall and change into a white camisole and her favorite blue pajama bottoms after she had scrubbed the small amount of makeup she had on, off her face. She then stopped by the linen closet on the way back to her room grabbing a sheet and blanket before proceeding to make up the couch for Clark. She just had to keep herself busy and her mind off the man currently naked in her bathroom. ‘God, what is wrong with me.’

She heard the water shut off and she stared at the bathroom door. Lorne's words from earlier running through her head.

"He's what you've been searching for.” Lorne said matter-of-factly. “It’s why you were so drawn to Angel and Spike. Your Slayer has been searching for a suitable mate since the day you were called. She's always known you would be different from the rest. I suspect the Powers knew as well and that’s why you were hidden from the Council."

"I... I don't understand?" She said in confusion.

Lorne nodded. “The Powers knew you were the one who would change everything. They knew that it would be you who activated all the Slayers and tipped the power balance between good and evil.” He sighed, “Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and I think we both aren't stupid enough to believe that the Awakening spell Willow used to call all the Slayers didn't have any consequences. Fewer and fewer girls are being called every year. It’s only a matter of time before there’s not a new generation of Slayers at all. And what happens when all of the girls finally die, whether it be some demon or old age? Are you supposed to toe the line until you finally do snap mentally and go insane?”

Tears filled her eyes. He was right. They all noticed the extreme decline in Slayers being called over the past few years. It had worried all of them to the point of sleepless nights researching for a solution that they still hadn’t been able to find.

“I… I don’t know,” she whispered.

“I see something in your future that even you would have never imagined and I'm honestly not sure I should tell you what it is." He admitted.

"What...why...is it...is it that bad?" She asked, imagining slowly losing her mind until who and what she was is unrecognizable.

"No, it’s actually not bad at all.” He said, giving her a soft smile. “It’s a good thing. I see the Slayer line continuing, the how and why of that is the part that I feel would be better left for discussion at a later time. I can also say that I know why Willow and Wes have been trying so hard to find Clark and put him in your path." He answered.

"Why?" she asked.

"Well, they aren't up to anything nefarious if that’s what you're thinking.” He said, “Clark had two very different futures and I suspect the prophecy mentions both. One I'm not going to tell you about because as far as I can tell it won't happen. The other however, has a happy ending for you both. It won't be easy for either of you. Something’s coming Buffy, something he's going to have to face that he's not ready for."

"What...what is it?" She whispered

"I'm not going to tell you, but you will need all hands-on deck when it happens." He answered cryptically.

"Lorne." Buffy warned, she hated when he did stuff like this. She got why he did it. She really did, but it was more than annoying.

“No Sunshine.” He said firmly. “I’m not telling you. You can’t stop it from happening even if you wanted to.” He nodded. “He needs training in hand-to-hand combat, as much as you can give him.”

She frowned. “I don’t like this, Lorne.”

“I would think something was wrong if you did.” He answered.

She huffed in annoyance. “Anything else?”

“Yeah,” he said. “He’s your soulmate, your destiny.”

Buffy blinked in surprise and then frowned in confusion. That couldn’t be right. “But I thought–”

“That Angel was.” Lorne finished for her, “No, Princess. Angel was never your soulmate. The closest thing you ever had to a soulmate was Spike, and that’s only because your Slayer found an equal in him in the most primal sense.”

“But then why did I–”

“Because you were young. First love always hurts the worst, especially when it’s over.” He sighed. “You have this incredible capacity for love Buffy, and a need for it that is just as great. I think maybe your soul has been searching for Clark this whole time. That on some level it knew he was special, just like you. Angel was the substitute, but he was never the real thing.”

She sighed looking at her lap. Her hands fidgeting with each other. That was a bit of a revelation for her. She always assumed because of how drawn to each other they had been and the fact that Whistler had sent him to her that they were somehow destined. Then she remembered Whistler’s words from so long ago. He said they weren’t supposed to fall in love. She blinked in surprise. Whistler had been angry at her for sleeping with Angel. Her stomach dropped.

I mean she knew now, but maybe there was still some small part of her that believed she had killed her soulmate. God, she really was that pathetic. Why had they ever convinced themselves they were somehow this destined couple? It would have saved them so much frustration and heartache if they had just realized the truth.

“Is there anything else?” She whispered, her self-loathing making her want to end this conversation as quickly as possible.

“One more thing.” He said seriously. “I know you’ve been harboring a death wish for quite a few years now. That’s gonna need to stop, and I mean today.” She opened her mouth to argue and he held up his hand. “I don’t want to know what would happen to Clark if something happened to you. So, you promise me, right here and now that no matter what happens you will fight for your life as if the world depends on it.”

Her eyes widened in surprise at his vehemence. It wasn’t every day that the kind hearted demon demanded something from her, and even less did he speak to her like that. He wasn’t necessarily wrong either. She had wanted to die for quite some time now. It’s one of the reasons she often took so many unnecessary risks. Just hoping that her final oblivion would actually be that. She didn’t want to promise him something that she wasn’t actually sure she could help, but she would try. For Lorne, who had been there for her in some of her darkest moments and for Clark, because the guy needed her and she wouldn’t bring him into this world just to throw him to wolves by dying on him.

She nodded, “Okay…” She assured, “Okay, I promise.”

The bathroom door suddenly swung open breaking her out of her memory. Her eyes widened as they stared at one of the most beautifully sculpted chests she’d ever seen. She’d honestly never realized chest hair could look so appealing on anyone until that moment. Her eyes traveled from where he wore a pair of grey sweats that hung low on his hips showing off those beautiful creases that disappeared below the elastic band, up his abdomen and the tight muscle there, to his pecs. Her mouth went dry and she licked her lips. ‘God, I’m in so much trouble.’

When she met his eyes, they were still slightly glassy from their alcohol consumption tonight and seemed to be giving her the same kind of perusal she gave him. He swallowed visibly as they lingered on her chest, slowly moving over her tank top to her blue pajama bottoms where the material was hugging her thighs. When he noticed her watching him his cheeks went pink and he quickly averted his eyes, clearing his throat.

"So, umm...I had fun tonight." He said, moving to sit on the couch, but stopping short when he noticed the sheet tucked around it and a neatly folded blanket and pillow in the corner, so he sat on the armrest instead.

"Me too," she admitted, adjusting her pillows on the bed so she was sitting up more comfortably.

She watched him look around her room. His eyes landing on the few pictures she had on her dresser. He got up and picked up the one with her, Dawn, Abigail and Joyce. It was taken last year during Joyce's second birthday party. Xander had taken the picture while she'd been cuddling with Abby as Joyce said something that had both her and Dawn laughing.

Clark smiled softly at the photo, his eyes roaming over the picture. "Who's this." He asked.

"Me and my little sister with my two nieces," She answered smiling.

"I didn't realize you had a sister." He said surprised. "She wasn't mentioned in the book. Though, I didn't read all of it."

"No," Buffy agreed, "She wouldn't be." She sighed. "After she and Xander had the kids, they decided to be less involved with the Slaying gig. She used to be a Watcher, but now she’s a curator at the Metropolis Museum of Natural History and Xander owns his own contracting company. It’s one of the many reasons she's not mentioned in the book. The other being the less people who know about her true origin the better."

Clark frowned, looking back at the picture and sitting on the end of the bed. "What do you mean."

Buffy sighed again. "It's a really long story, but the gist of it is Dawn was created as my sister, but she wasn't always." Clark's frown deepened, so she elaborated. "She's a key. Her blood is capable of opening all dimensions. A Hell God was after her the year I died. Some monks changed her form, made her human, and sent her to me with all the memories of a life we never actually had together."

He looked at her a long time, his eyes roving over her face as a sudden realization seemed to dawn in them. “You died for her,” he finally whispered.

Tears began to fill her eyes at his words and that’s when she realized how intoxicated she still was, because she was never this emotional unless she was drunk. It’s one of the many reasons she hadn’t become an alcoholic by now. No one likes a sad drunk. So, she always kept her drinking as minimal as possible. Though there were those few occasions when she was alone, she would toast off half a fifth and cry her eyes out.

“Yes,” she admitted, quickly wiping her eyes.

"What happened?" He asked quietly.

She shook her head, sitting up straighter, and hugging her knees to her chest. "I was too late.” She whispered. “Glory got a hold of Dawn and by the time I got to her she was already bleeding and the world was falling apart."

She swallowed the lump in her throat as the memories came flooding back. She felt the bed dip and suddenly she was being pulled against a warm chest as strong arms wrapped around her. She couldn't hold back the tears then.

"Giles told me, I would have to kill her if we were too late, but I... I couldn't." She said emotion clogging her voice. "We had a big fight. I told him that if she died, I was done. I was quitting, even if the world went to hell, I wouldn't do it."

She felt his hand run along her back as she sniffled, her fingers absent mindedly coming up to gently run along the strong corded muscle of his chest the soft hair tickling her palm. She sighed, "There was so much bad that year. A Hell God after my sister, Riley basically cheating and then leaving me because I wasn't emotionally available enough for him, Spike was swearing up and down that he loved me and confusing the hell out of me, and my mom had a tumor and ended up passing away from an aneurysm.” She sniffled again. “And... he...he wanted me to kill the only family I had left. I was so angry with him. How could he possibly ask me to do that?”

His arms tightened around her and he sighed. “I’m so sorry, Buffy.”

“It’s okay.” She whispered. “Anyway, we were on this rickety tower and as I said before when I got to Dawn, she was already bleeding. There was this massive energy rift that was opening dimensions left and right. Dawn tried to run past me. She was gonna jump and try and stop it, but I couldn’t let her do that.” She shook her head. “Maybe I was selfish, but I knew if she died, I would lose myself. I would just completely shatter.” She sighed, “I realized then what I needed to do. Dawn…She was made from me; she had my blood. Summers’ blood. I had gone on a kinda vision quest not long before that and it told me that I’m full of love and death is my gift. It all made sense then. Death was my gift to her.” She bit her lip hoping the pain would stop the quivering in her voice. “I told her I loved her, I told her to take care of my friends, I told her to live for me, I kissed her, and then I jumped.”

His arms tightened even more around her as if the visual was causing him pain. She felt him shake his head before he finally said, “I don’t like the thought of you dying.”

“I used to covet it,” She admitted, finally looking up at him. “Coming back was so hard and then when I found out I was immortal it really screwed me up.” She sighed, “I’ve gotten better over the years but there are some days when dying sounds better than going on.”

He looked at her sadly, his hand coming up to run through her hair. “Why?” He asked quietly.

“Because I was in heaven Clark, and now I can never go back.” She said softly, tears once again filling her eyes.

He sucked in a breath of surprise, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. “Heaven,” he whispered. “It’s…it’s real?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“And God?” He asked.

Buffy shook her head. “I don’t know. I know of gods that do exist, but the one in the bible,” she shook her head again, “I have no idea.”

He sighed, his thumb running along her cheek, before he pulled her back in close and hugged her, planting a kiss on top of her head. “I’m so sorry Buffy,” he said again.

She laid her head on his chest, wrapped her arms around him and they stayed like that a long time. His warmth surrounded her and she could hear the steady cadence of his heartbeat, the sound eased her mind. She realized she’d never felt this comfortable around anyone before, not even Spike had made her feel this much at ease to just be herself.

She pulled back and met his blue eyes, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this open with anyone before. I…I normally fight this kinda thing and it usually takes me forever to really trust someone.” She could feel her face heat up at the words she was about to tell him, but the compulsion to let them be voiced was greater than her wariness of exposing herself so thoroughly. “You make me feel safe, I don’t remember the last time I’ve felt this safe.”

He sighed, his eyes soft and open. “Would you believe me if I told you, I feel the same?” He whispered. “I wanted to tell you what I was almost from the moment I met you. I’ve never wanted to do that with anyone before.”

“Yes,” she said softly. “I believe you.”

“Do you think it has to do with what—” he started, but abruptly stopped.

“The soulmates thing?” Buffy asked, seeing the uncertainty written on his face of whether he should mention it or not.

He seemed to sigh in relief at her words. “How much did he say?”

She shrugged, laying her head back on his chest. “Just that you’re my destiny. That I’ve been subconsciously searching for you all this time.” She sighed, “That you had two different destinies and one he wouldn’t tell me about. Also, something about restoring the Slayer line.” She huffed, “I hate how cryptic empaths are, but he also mentioned something coming for you and that I needed to get you ready.”

Clark nodded. “He told me pretty much the same thing, didn’t mention the Slayer line though.” He sighed, “He…he also told me about the other future.” He was quiet for a long time, eventually asking softly, “Do you want to know what he said?”

Buffy pulled away, something in his voice making her look into his eyes. He looked nervous, almost afraid to tell her. “Is it bad?”

He looked away and nodded, “Yes.” He admitted.

“Do you think it will happen?” She asked.

He met her eyes again and shook his head. “No,” He answered seriously.

She shook her head, “Then I don’t want to know.”

He sighed, a humorless laugh falling from his lips. “Thank God, I find it almost too hard to believe myself.”

Buffy was silent as she remembered her promise to Lorne. “Could this future happen if something happened to me?”

He suddenly went still, his eyes seeming to play out what could happen in his head, a frown marring his face “Possibly,” he acknowledged. “Why?”

She sighed. “Just something Lorne said,” She shrugged. “He basically made me promise not to die.”

Clark nodded, “Then I’d say it’s more than possible.”

She shrugged and yawned, her long flight and evening finally catching up with her, “I’ll just have to keep my promise then.”

Clark smiled, cupping her cheek again. “As much as I’d love to spend the rest of my night talking to you about this stuff, we should probably both get some sleep.”

Buffy nodded in agreement, untangling herself from him as he moved to stand, putting the photo of her sister and the kids back on her dresser and getting himself as comfortable as he could on her leather couch.

“Goodnight, Buffy.” He whispered.

“Goodnight,” She murmured, already halfway to dreamland.

****<S>**<S>****

He was the first one to hear it. His eyes flying open at the loud moan penetrating the neighboring wall. A crash sounded and as much as he tried not to listen, he couldn't block it out. Not with the overwhelming scent of jasmine and citrus filling his nostrils, the scent of Buffy surrounding him in this room. He was trying to be a gentleman here and the unmistakable sounds and smells of rough sex were now penetrating his resolve.

He heard Buffy groan and roll over, grabbing her pillow and covering her head with it. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" She complained.

"My sentiments exactly." He muttered.

He looked at her as she got on her knees and slammed her hand against the wall. "Hey! There are people with super hearing sleeping next door!"

They both heard laughing and he watched her face scrunch up in annoyance when Faith shouted, “Prude!”

"At least I'm not an over sexed dominatrix!" She yelled back.

Clark couldn't help choking a laugh at her reply and she turned her head and glared at him.

"Oh, you think it funny do you. I'll have you know the last time I walked in on them; Faith was wearing a strap-on." Her face scrunched up. "I tell you, there's not enough brillo in the world to scrub that image from my brain."

He grimaced. Yeah, he didn't really need to visualize that either. "Are all Slayers so...domineering?"

Buffy laughed, "Oh god no. That’s totally a Faith thing." She shook her head. "I mean don't get me wrong," She blushed slightly and looked down, "I can certainly be dominant if asked or provoked, but I prefer to be much more submissive in the bedroom." She shrugged, “It’s probably why…well, why human men aren’t as appealing to me. Can’t really be believably pinned down or have that overwhelming loss of control when you’re fifty times stronger than the person you’re with.”

Clark swallowed, an image of him pinning Buffy's arms above her head as he kissed her floated through his mind. He groaned, his fists clenching at his sides. “You really shouldn’t tell me that kind of stuff.” He said gruffly, hearing another crash and loud moan through the wall.

She didn’t say anything for a while, but he knew she was watching him. When he turned his head to make sure he hadn’t offended her, their eyes met in the dark. She was fidgeting, having sat up completely at some point since they were both so rudely awakened.

“Can I…can I ask you something?” She whispered shyly, adding quickly, “It’s totally fine if you don’t want to answer, but I am curious.”

“Okay.” He said nervously, not quite sure what he expected her to ask.

“Why have you never…you know?” She bit her lip. “Like, I get the not wanting anyone to know what you are, but you could have always picked up some girl in a bar and taken her home for the night.”

Clark chuckled humorlessly at her words and removed the blanket sitting up looking at her fully, “Well, there are actually two answers to that question. The first one being that I’m not exactly that kind of guy. I highly doubt I can just have sex and not feel something for that person.” He watched her eyes soften at his words as she nodded in understanding. “The second reason is that I’m too strong. I’ve always been scared I was going to hurt someone if I tried.”

“Oh,” she said in surprise. “I never thought of that.” She blushed, “Though I probably should have, considering I’ve done that before.”

Clark raised an eyebrow in surprise. “You have?”

She nodded, “Yeah,” she said. “Once with my ex, Riley. It was in the beginning of our relationship. I well…I kinda squeezed him too hard,” Her blush deepened, “like from umm…the inside.”

It took Clark a minute to get what she meant, but dear god once he got it, he couldn’t stop his body’s reaction. He squeezed his eyes shut; his cock instantly hard as a soft moan tore from his lips. Just the thought of… ‘God, does she have any idea what she’s doing to me?’

He opened his eyes meeting hers, his breathing picking up at the look of desire in her eyes. She must have heard him. Her pupils were blown wide and he could see her chest rising and falling in time with his erratic breathing. His fist clenched harder as he tried to restrain himself. He hadn’t felt this out of control since he was a kid.

“Buffy,” he said in a strained voice. “That’s probably another one of those things you shouldn’t tell me.”

“Why,” she whispered, her voice suddenly sultry.

He squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled through his nose another humorless laugh falling from his lips, “Because I’m really trying to be a gentleman and my restraint is holding by a thread.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to be a gentleman,” she breathed. “Maybe I want you to kiss me.”

Whatever was left of his resolve finally snapped. He opened his eyes still having the frame of mind enough not to tackle her.

“Come here,” He whispered.

She slowly slid off the bed and walked towards him, her hands fisting the material of her pajama bottoms nervously. "Have you...have you ever kissed anyone before?"

He shook his head, “Not the way you’re suggesting.” He whispered, closing his eyes once again and breathing slowly through his nose to try and rein in his out-of-control hormones.

He felt her move closer still, gasping when he felt the couch dip as she straddled his thighs and he thanked God she didn't fully seat herself in his lap.

"Do you want me to show you how?" She asked, her hand running over the center of his chest, stopping right over his heart and he was sure she could feel how fast it was beating.

He could feel himself trembling just from that small touch alone and he was sure the couch was rattling just as much, but he kept his hands at his sides. Too afraid he would pull her close and she would feel the impact she was having on him.

"Yes," he whispered, his eyes opening to meet her gaze.

She was so close, her large green eyes studied his face as her hand slid up his chest, over his shoulder, and around the back of his neck where she cradled him as she brought him closer. She tilted her head slightly as her soft lips gently brushed his, almost as if she was teasing him. His fists tightened further and he gasped at the sensation, allowing her the chance to seal her lips against his.

Whatever control he thought he had over himself finally shattered. His arms coming around her and yanking her fully against his chest and into his lap. Her warm center gliding over his erection had both of them groaning and gasping in surprise.

The kiss felt wonderful and awkward all at once, not in a bad way. He just really didn’t feel very confident, but she was being patient, moving her lips slowly against his so he could easily follow her lead. When he felt the wet warmth of her tongue swipe along his bottom lip, he gasped allowing her to deepen the kiss. As she slipped into his mouth her taste exploded on his tongue and his hips shot up involuntarily a moan tearing from his lips.

She groaned into his mouth. Her hold on him tightening slightly and he stiffened in worry, pulling away. He tried to slow his breathing before he spoke but it was no use. He was far too worked up. “Did I…did I hurt you?”

“God no.” She laughed, shaking her head. “It felt wonderful.” As if to prove a point she reached her hand out and squeezed his shoulder until it actually did hurt. When he winced slightly, she let go. “You can’t hurt me like this Clark. I know you haven’t exactly seen how strong I am, but I promise you won’t hurt me.” And then she looked down and blushed. “And I’m not…I’m not asking you to have sex with me.” She paused, biting on her bottom lip. “It’s just if you are really my soulmate what’s the point of fighting this? I’m not ready for sex. I haven’t had it in eleven years and it’s gonna be a little while before I am, but I can’t deny,” she gestured between them, “whatever this is. I want you Clark,” She shrugged, “And I know you want me, but everyone’s gotta learn to walk before they can swim and I just… I haven’t felt this type of closeness to anyone for a very long time…” She breathed a sigh getting closer to his lips. “I just want to feel you,” and then she was really kissing him, her tongue sliding in and out of his mouth so sensually he didn’t know how to think straight.

When she tried to pull away, he chased after her sucking her tongue into his mouth. His hips once again slamming into her, grabbing her waist, and pressing her down onto him. He pulled away from her mouth choking out, “Oh god, I want you so much.”

Buffy moaned loudly, her hips beginning to gyrate and swirl against his cock. She looked at him knowingly, and then began to slowly kiss him from his jaw line up to his ear.

“Do you want to come, Clark?” Her hot breath tickled his ear before he felt her lips wrap around the lobe, sucking it into her mouth, and scraping her teeth along it.

"Oh fuck!" He moaned, his hips shooting up and meeting hers. It wasn't very often he cursed like that but right now seemed more than appropriate. God, he wanted to run his hands all over her, squeeze her breasts, cup her ass. His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the thought of tasting her. His whole body was on fire, he’d never felt anything like this in his life and he’d jerked off plenty of times. He wasn’t stupid, he knew sex would be different than masturbation but this wasn’t even sex.

He heard her gasp at his words and she pressed herself down into him harder. "Oh god." She moaned.

His hands pressed more firmly into her hips and he began to guide her movements. Words spilling from his lips that he never knew himself capable of using. "You like that don't you," He almost growled. "Like making me lose control, like getting yourself off on me."

She moaned louder this time. "God yes." Her hips moving faster against him.

He moaned and slipped his tongue into her mouth as she rocked back and forth. His teeth scraping along her bottom lip as he pulled away to watch her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was partially open, her movements becoming jerky and needy. He'd seen enough porn to know the signs of a woman about to have an orgasm, even if he knew at least half of them were faked.

"Are you gonna come, Buffy?" He whispered hungrily, studying every little gasp and pant she made.

"Uh-huh.” She whimpered, nodding.

"Good," He panted, his cock throbbing with its own impending release. "Because I don't know how much longer I can hold out."

She doubled her efforts then, planting her hand firmly on his chest, her fingers curling into his hairs as she sped up. The couch they were on beginning to groan and creak under their unrelenting pace. It was by far the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, her chasing her release as she ground herself against him.

It didn't take long after that; a mewling whine of his name tore from her lips and she threw her head back, her spine arching as her orgasm slammed into her. The picture of her like that alone sent him over the edge, knowing he was at least partially responsible in making her do that. His arms wrapped around her and he buried his face in her shoulder as he cried out her name. His sweats soaking through as he came.

Her arms wrapped around him and they stayed like that a long time, wrapped in a warm embrace. Both of them trembling from their orgasm or what they had just experienced, he wasn’t sure. When they finally seemed to get the trembling and their breathing back to normal Buffy pulled away and gave him the softest, sweetest look anyone had ever given him.

“That was–”

“Incredible,” he breathed.

Buffy giggled. “I’d say more like earth shattering.”

Clark chuckled, “I didn’t know something could feel so good.”

Buffy nodded, “Honestly, neither did I. I know it’s been a while, but damn.” She looked at him shyly. “I don’t know what came over me,” And then she frowned, a worry line creasing her brow. “I wasn’t…I wasn’t too forceful or anything was I? I think I got kinda carried away and am almost feeling like I may have pushed you into this somehow.”

Clark eyes softened and he reached out and cupped her cheek, “Buffy if I didn’t want to do that, I would have pushed you away. What you just gave me… I can’t even express in words how beautiful it was.”

She sighed, before leaning up to kiss him softly. “Thank you.”

He blushed, clearing his throat. “I should probably take another shower.”

She bit her lip trying to hold back her proud smile and nodded standing up, but he grabbed her hand bringing her back down so he could softly kiss her again, before saying. “Try to get a couple more hours of sleep and then I’m taking you out to breakfast.”

She smiled and nodded in agreement, “Okay.” She said, heading towards her bed as he got up and headed back into the shower, glad he still had his boxers to fall back on.

****<S>**<S>****

The phone rang and Wes picked it up on the first ring. “Did he sing?”

There was a pause on the other line. “Yeah.”

“And?” Wes asked impatiently.

“Look Wes, I wanna know what this prophecy is all about. You can’t just drop something like this on me and not tell me.” Lorne said over the line.

Wes sighed, “It’s about a being from another world that will either destroy the Slayer line or sustain it.”

Lorne was quiet for a long time, “It’s him.”

Wes blew out a breath. “And his future?”

“Well, it’s not roses and daffodils, but I don’t think he’ll destroy the Slayer line.” Lorne answered seriously.

“Thank god for that.” Wesley murmured. “Anything else I should know?”

“Yeah,” Lorne said. “You should up the Slayers you have in and around India, Metropolis, and Kansas. You’re gonna need them there in about two weeks, toodles.” And then he hung up.

Wes glared at the phone, looking up when Willow walked in. “Is it done?” She asked

He nodded, “Yes it will only be a matter of time until they’re inseparable.”

“And the other thing?” She asked.

“Lorne doesn’t seem to think it will happen.” He answered.

Willow nodded, sighing in relief. “Well, that’s good news, right?”

Wes nodded, “Lets hope so.”

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Congrats on 200+ followers!!! You deserve it!!!!!!!! Can you please do a bakugo or todoroki angst and smut where it’s a villain au and the reader finds out??? Idk I had a dream about it and I immediately thought of you because I know that you’re the perfect person!!! Sorry if it’s not detailed enough Also ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

villain!todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: angst, smut, cursing, villain shouto

word count: 4,437

a/n: oh man, this was supposed to come out with a bakugou part as well because i have no self control and wrote them both. i haven’t quite finished bakugou because i am still adjusting to this new life schedule I have (and my roommate has me sleeping before my crackhead hours so i’ve been writing a lot less, but it will come out i promise!!!) anyways this is kinky public sex. like 100% straight up. i’m a bit nervous if you guys don’t like the smut but it’s the best i can do LMAO enjoy!!! also i dont really know if there was an actual villain au so i made it my own...with inspiration from horikoshi

Life was hard as a normal civilian.

To be quite honest you were mad that you weren’t blessed with some amazing quirk so you could be a hero. Instead, you had to be successful elsewhere. So you were a second-year university student with a quirk that allowed you to see probability in everything. Which, don’t get it wrong, helped you with multiple-choice tests, but besides the occasional better route to places, it wasn’t that extraordinary.

Your boyfriend, however, was a hero, and a massively successful hero at that too! With only his hero debut two years ago he was currently the number three hero on the Hero Billboard Charts, it was insane. To be quite honest, you had met him during his debut when you had nearly died because of a villain. It had traumatized you.

You had already despised villains with all your being before that incident.

You had been in an eerily similar situation when you were younger when a villain swept you off the street and held you hostage on the tallest building of Japan. Since that moment, you were sincerely against every and all villains, none of them could be excused in your eyes. Nothing they did in the act of violence was justifiable.

But again, you guessed that the entire morality of people truly changed when people could suddenly do things that normally should not be possible. For instance, one of your classmates could physically remove his eyeballs from his eyesockets as part of his quirk and it made zero sense to you. It was a great party trick, but a terrible quirk.

You felt your hands shake slightly, a wave of dizziness hitting you as you finished walking up the hill. A few years ago, you had started suffering from anemia, your red blood count had taken a deficit hit and no one could explain why. Doctors had seen you countless amounts of times, but no one could explain to you why your blood had suddenly taken a hit. They had run tests, even going as far as culturing your cells in a lab in an attempt to find a solution, but everything was normal. So it left both the scientists and you stumped. Reaching into your backpack, you removed your daily pills to alleviate most of your symptoms and swallowed them before continuing on your way.

You walked up the stairs to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, a simple three-bedroom, with a two-bath apartment that he paid for with his earnings. “I’m home.” You call out, brushing your hair out of your eyes as you dropped your books onto the ground, trading your shoes for some slippers before walking into the common space where Shouto sat in his casual clothes.

“Hi, there,” Shouto greeted you as you groaned softly, trudging over to where he lay, and collapsed onto his lap, “Long day?” He asked, his fingers massaging your scalp softly.

“I had to sit throughout the worst lecture of all lectures because in my philosophy class we were discussing if ‘villains deserved to have second chances after inflicting damage on civilians.’“ You mutter into your boyfriend’s neck as he holds you gently in his arms.

“And your position?” Shouto asked, although already knowing your answer.

“They don’t, if heroes can’t get away with hurting other people without licenses, why in the world would I expect any less for criminals.” You say in a defeated voice as you remember most people in your class hadn’t agreed with your viewpoint.

“What about if they’re inflicting damage because they got caught and didn’t see any other way out?” Shouto asked, picking away at your thought and you groaned again.

“Instead of being my incredible stupid smart boyfriend, can you just agree with me? Everyone already said everything you could think of and I’m sad.” You pout trying your best to disappear within your boyfriend’s arms. A small chuckle vibrates through your boyfriend’s chest and you can’t help the smile on your face as he places a kiss on your head. He was the best.

You found yourself later that night collapsed onto your shared bed, your face buried in the pillow as you longed for the next day to come. You had no classes the following day, and with Shouto having–at least so far–an open day, the two of you planned on making it a 24 hour date day. You trailed your tired gaze over to Shouto who was standing by the doorframe, his eyes concentrated on his phone, a very stiff and angry look on his face.

“Everything okay?” You ask, your voice muffled with the pillows as you watched Shouto typing away, his attention not on you in the slightest.

“Yeah…” Shouto trailed off, his face set in a small scowl as he turned off his phone screen and walked over to the bed, “The office called in, they made a stupid mistake that I need to… fix.”

You sighed softly, his office was always messing things up and you thought it was very unprofessional of them.

“Hopefully they’ll be able to work it out tonight without you, come on and sleep Shoucchan,” You yawn as your boyfriend comes to lay in your arms. “Just sleep.” You encourage.

“Okay…” Shouto nods his head as he wraps his arms around you as well, and you feel warm as sleep takes over you in the best of ways.

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You woke up to an empty bed, your eyes looking over at the clock on Shouto’s bed-side that read four in the morning, and you were confused. Where was he?

You sat up and quietly walked to the bathroom, but found it empty and it made you even more disoriented, where was he?

There was a low growl, almost a snarl like snap coming from the living room, and you walked over quietly to see Shouto sitting down on your couch, surrounded by villains. Villains you recognized as the ones on Shouto’s debut.

His back was to you, the villains not even the slightest bit aware of your presence as Shouto spoke.

“How the hell, could you mess this up? Again?!” His voice is low, angry, a whole new tone to it, and it was something you had never imagined you could ever hear from your boyfriend. “I supply you with so much blood, and you can’t even produce what I need you to achieve?”

Your breathing slightly quickened as you stilled in the hallway, disappearing back into the shadows.

“I have been taking y/n’s blood for years, and you’re still unable to come up with a resolution. It’s making it seem unusual to me, you aren’t deluding me, are you?” Shouto’s voice echoes through your mind as a choking breath escapes your lips, and you panic as the pleading voices of your boyfriend’s company subsides.

You turn on your heel, running back into the room, slamming the door.

Your breathing was staggered, your fingers trembling as you heard footsteps in the hallway. “I’ll deal with you later,” Shouto’s voice speaks, “Get out before you can’t.”

You didn’t know who he was talking to at this point, and despite being in only your sleepwear, you ran to the fire-escape of your room and left the house. The sound of the doorknob opening almost screaming through your ears.

You climbed down the ladder as fast as you could, uncaring of the shooting pain going through your feet. Your heart clenching at the revelation of what was being kept from you.

You ran.

And ran.

Eventually, you found yourself collapsing in the middle of the street as tears fell down your cheeks, what the hell was happening?

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Your head rose up from your childhood bed weeks later, it had been three weeks since you had last seen Shouto. Three weeks later and your anemic symptoms had all disappeared. Three weeks later and Pro-Hero: Shouto was still a name people loved. Three weeks later and not a single word or encounter with villains or your boyfriend and you weren’t really sure what you were expecting.

Everything just felt entirely wrong.

You still had feelings for Shouto.

Your feelings towards villains hadn’t changed though.

You now hated Shouto.

But you still loved him.

You missed him.

You resented him.

He had violated your body, for your blood, something you couldn’t comprehend as to why. Was everything between the two of you fake? Something created to obtain your blood?

Was everything a deception?

You walked aimlessly to university, your usual friendly personality had been scuffed to death at the moment, and you ignored the hello’s that still came your way. You sat down in your philosophy class later that day staring out the window, uncaring of the lecture that was taking place on the ethical and moral dilemmas that had resurfaced with the introduction of quirks and how even today it was in place.

Your eyebrows scrunched as you saw a figure in the alley behind the building move into the sunlight, and your face muscles tightened as you saw Shouto standing there. Wearing casual clothing, staring right back at you as if he knew it was you looking at him.

You watched in slight horror as he picked up his phone as if he was signaling something to you, and a small buzz alarmed you of a text notification.

shouto: come here

You felt your blood chill slightly at those words. Why was he finally reaching out towards you? You knew that he knew that you remembered his dark secret. Despite having this information you weren’t going to be telling anyone, especially not anytime soon.

Your hands shook as if you were suddenly anemic again as you quickly grabbed your backpack and left the classroom, ignoring the curious gazes on your figure as the door closed behind you.

What the hell were you thinking? Why were you listening to him? He didn’t deserve to speak to you, and what if it was going to be a threat? You couldn’t even begin to imagine what would happen if it was a threat. You would cry for sure, but god, you craved seeing him.

Without even fully realizing it, you found yourself stepping into the alleyway where Shouto was hidden in the shadows by himself. Your fingers tingled with uneasiness as you subconsciously moved your arms to shield yourself from him.

Shouto watched you from his position against the wall, his hands shoved into his pockets, his shoulder leaning against the bricks.

God why did you meet him in this alleyway, it was a secluded area on campus already, and if he decided to kill you no one would find your body for weeks.

You begin to mentally panic as you tried to figure out a way to get out of the trap you just walked into.

“What do you want?” You whisper softly, refusing to look at him directly and you watched as Shouto’s feet shifted as he readjusted his stance.

“I think that’s what I am supposed to be asking,” Shouto’s voice speaks to you, but it seems sharper, so foreign to you, not the man you love.

You moved your gaze to look directly at Shouto who was staring at you, almost curiously, as if you were a subject he was analyzing.

“I have nothing to say to you.” You defiantly assert your facial features set in stone as you refused to let him read any emotion that was racing through your mind.

“Hm, well,” Shouto smirks softly as he takes a step closer to you, and you automatically take a step backward. “You wanna know why I lied about my profession.” His tone suggests that he’s guessing, but you knew he could read you like a book.

A noise struggles in your throat as you refuse to acknowledge his questions.

“Simple. Being a hero is bullshit, what’s the point in being a savior to undeserving people who merited the actions of the everyday villains. It seems wrong, you would never understand, y/n, but that’s okay. Besides, there’s something so liberating doing things that aren’t… expected of you.” Shouto’s voice almost taunts you as your eyes narrow slightly as he takes another step towards you, and instinctually, you step back.

“What else would the opinionated y/n have?” Shouto says as he brushes his shaggy hair out of his eyes, their piercing colors drilling holes into your soul. “Your blood, huh? Now that is something you’ll just love. You see, your probability quirk is amazingly powerful, did you know that? The number of scenarios you can use it is unlimited with the ability to be correct ninety-nine out of a hundred times. Your quirk is good luck, and you were an idiot for never noticing it.”

Now that hit a nerve, and your lip trembled the ever so slightest as an aloof chuckle leaves Shouto’s mouth, another step forward for him, and another step backward for you.

“Did I hurt your feelings?” Shouto smirks again then a sigh leaves his lips, “You had amazing potential, my love, but your anxiety just kept you from achieving everything. So yes, I did seek you out intentionally for your quirk, but you had this fear that I could never get you over, so I had to get your blood in an… artistic way, you can say.”

You felt like you were suffocating when your back hits the wall, but you don’t react to the feeling of the harsh brick against your back as you concentrate on the man you don’t recognize in front of you. “But of course, why did I need it?” Shouto clicks his tongue as a hand comes to press against the wall next to you, trapping you. “It will act as the ultimate judgment for every person in the world, and we needed a lot, but it turns out I had a vermin in my midst, that’s why it took so long.”

He traces a finger against your face and everything he says slams into you. Maybe you didn’t know Shouto as well as you thought you did, you were in love with a villain after all, but there was something so artificial in his words that after months of feeling numb anger flared within you. You can feel nothing but anger and hatred seeping through you towards this man before you.

“You can’t possibly think you’re superior enough to enact judgment on everyone, because of what? You save a few bad civilians?!” You spat at him finally feeling emotions and energy run through your body as your hands come up to shove Shouto’s shoulders with unknown strength and he staggers back. “Are you fucking kidding me, Shouto?!”

Your face scrunches as he takes a step backward, and now you’re on the attack. “Are you some fucking idiot? You think you can act like my boyfriend for two years and expect me not to pick up personality traits of your own? I can practically smell the anxiety from your body, you dick!” You storm as you shove Shouto again. “Your words are too pretty, too fucking rehearsed, dumbass, you’re a leader by action, you idiot, not by words! God, is someone fucking feeding you that little speech?! You’re a fucking villain, not some martyr, so you can shut the fuck up, and go feed your feeble-minded words to assholes who believe that they are the ones to shape the world! Go tell this sob story to the world, how about to your mom, let’s see how many people fucking agree with you then, Todoroki.”

You feel as if your blood is on fire as you have Shouto up onto the wall, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly opened in shock. Your breathing is harsh, fast, panting, as your eyes glare into Shouto’s eyes that are quickly turning from shock to anger to lust. You don’t even know what’s happening to you until you feel your hands grab the collar of his shirt and slam your lips against his own.

Your lips connect with his lips at every touch in a hard fashion. Your fingers fisted into his shirt as you slam your taller boyfriend–was he even your boyfriend–into the wall. You’re intensely aware of his fingers gripping your hips as your bodies came to be mangled onto each other, leaving no room between your two bodies as you continued this angry kiss.

You felt as Shouto let out a low growl, his weight shifting and he shoved you against the wall. His hands moving from your hips to cup the bottom of you ass, roughly grinding his crotch against yours, and fury went through your body.

Why did he have to fuck this all up for the two of you?

The kiss was getting sloppy, your teeth clashing too often, breathless heaves panted into each other’s mouths as your tongue slipped into Shouto’s mouth. You defiantly press your tongue against him, not allowing him the victory of entering your mouth as your hands leave your grip from his shirt to grasp onto his hair, tugging on it sharply that makes Shouto let out a tantalizing moan. This wasn’t fair to Shouto, you knew that’s how he saw it, and just as you guessed, he moves his hands to better grasp your ass as he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist immediately. His hands removing yours from his hair to slam them up against the wall.

A pained but lustful moan escapes your lips from this action, and you rock your hips painfully slow against Shouto’s crotch and sigh in victory as Shouto removes his lips from yours, “F-Fuck,” Shouto curses, his grip on your hands lessening slightly, and your eyes crack open to see Shouto’s head thrown back, and a mewl leaves your lips at the sight of your man stuttering because of you.

It doesn’t last long as suddenly, Shouto’s lips are back on you, leaving hot open-mouthed kisses trailing down your neck, his teeth biting down almost animalistically with every other kiss, but fuck does it make your toes curl. “Yes,” you praise the man between your legs as you roll your hips against Shouto’s in a way of retribution, and the lust and fury of Shouto’s eyes are connected with yours.

You gasp breathlessly as Shouto’s hot tongue licks slowly between the cleavage of your breasts, combined with the harsh tug of your hair sends your head snapping back, “Fuck you,” You spat, angry with yourself that he knew exactly how to please you in the best way.

“I plan on making you do that for me,” Shouto growls lowly, as you slam your lips back onto his own.

A muffled cry leaves your lips as you feel his hands go under your shirt and massages your breast harshly through your bra, “Don’t you dare fucking think that this is going to make things okay.” You snap as you grab Shouto’s hands increasing the strength on his already harsh grip on your breasts.

“I didn’t.” Shouto laughs as his head goes under your shirt, and you can only wait helplessly as you feel your bra unclasp and a harsh roll of your nipples between his fingers sends you through another moan. You feel anger resurge through your body as you can feel the victorious smirk on his lips as he bites the sensitive underside of your breast.

With your hips still rolling away on his own crotch, you don’t hesitate as you blindly unbuckle the belt on Shouto’s pants and slip your hand through the waistline, your hand seizing the base of his cock. You hear a hiss from Shouto, and you almost laugh in manically glee of making the man you shouldn’t want tremble.

“You’re a bitch.” Shouto gasps as he removes himself from your breasts, and goes to press wild, uncontrolled kisses onto your lips. And the coil in your stomach is tightening as he jerks against your pumping hand and rolling hips.

“And you’re a coward.” You hiss as Shouto drops you to the ground, your legs wobbly from the uncontrollable emotions you had long submitted to, the pool of heat in your underwear only seeming to intensify as Shouto slams your stomach into the wall.

“Now, are you going to behave correctly to the big bad villain who has you trapped?” Shouto whispers into your ear, his teeth biting softly onto your earlobe, shoots of tingles resonating through your body as you feel his hand move from your waist to your inner thighs, too close for comfort, not close enough for the relief you desperately sought.

“You’d be a bigger idiot if you thought I would simply submit.” You breathlessly reply as his fingers trailed up higher, and your hips rolled slightly as his fingers touched between your legs deliciously soft, and you fought another mewl leaving your mouth.

“Ah, don’t stop yourself from making sound,” Shouto grinned against your neck, “Tell the world how much you hate me.”

You could only pant as Shouto’s hand unbuttoned your shorts and let them drop to the ground as his fingers went inside your panties, and brushed against the hood of your clit, “Fuck off,” You repeat as soundless moans leave your lips, your head thrown back again as his fingers slip into your opening, slowly moving as his other hand goes to tease your clit in a way that causes you to bite onto your tongue to contain the pleasure-filled scream ready to leave your mouth.

“Do you want me?” Shouto breathes harshly against your neck as he ground his hard pelvis into your ass, and you could only nod your head as his fingers pumped into you. The heat in your stomach only grow as the coil in you felt tighter as both the pumping and teasing intensified, “Fuck, love, aren’t you just fucking wet as always.”

You let out an exasperated cry as his fingers leave your dripping sex, and you can only watch with hooded eyes as Shouto brings his fingers to his mouth, slowly licking your juices off his fingers. “Fuck me with the same passion you have in hating me,” Shouto whispers as he twists your neck to kiss you in this twisted position, and you moan as you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue, and before you can even savor the feeling of his tongue on yours, his jeans are bunched by his knees, and you’re completely bent over, your underwear joining your shorts on the floor.

“You want this, you want me?” Shout asks again his voice almost a growl, his facial features intense as he drops his own underwear and is stroking his already pre-cum leaking cock.

“I swear to god, Todoroki,” You hiss staring at the man who had your heart seem almost unsure of what was the right thing to do, “If you don’t finish what I started, I will never forgive you.”

That’s all it takes, and the uncertainty in Shouto’s mind is made up and all you could do is let out strings of curses as he slams into you from behind in one quick movement. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight.” Shouto groans as you pant, your hands shake against the wall, god did his dick in you send you to another planet.

“Fucking move already, pussy.” You snarl and smirk as Shouto takes it as a challenge as starts thrusting his hips, ready to kill any doubt you had in your mind.

And then you could do nothing but scream out encouragement as Shouto’s hips slam into yours, harshly, at speeds you never envisioned the two of you reaching before.

Every thrust sent you grasping for support on the brick wall as he continued thrusting into you, his fingers gripping you waist as curses leave his lips.

Your jaw drops and a shrill gasp leaves your mouth as the coil in you tightens significantly at a certain angle he comes in, “Like that?” Shouto laughs although you could hear no humor in his voice as he comes in at that angle again, and you can barely control the sob of pleasure that rips out of your mouth.

“Sh-Shouto!” You arch your back and despite the position, Shouto is edging, you can feel the tremble in his thighs, his tell when he was almost over the edge. “Fuck me, faster!”

Shouto doesn’t disappoint you as you feel his hands grasp your hair and he snakes a hand back to your clit, and you find yourself clenching your eyes in concentration, trying not to satisfy him with cumming first.

You smiled in victory as shuddering gasps left Shouto’s lips as you felt his thrusts progressively missing his usual targets, and with a drawn-out groan from him, you felt him cum in you, and you couldn’t help yourself as you looked over your shoulder and saw Shouto’s face filled with relief.

His hips stilled for moments, but your own hips didn’t stop, and another string of curses left Shouto’s mouth as he focused distractedly on your own orgasm. His body rocked into yours, and your hips met him in every motion, your lip trembling as his fingers danced against your clit.

The coil in your heat tightened and tightened, and when he pressed a kiss on the back of your neck, his fingers pinching your clit, the coil snapped and you could only see white as an immeasurable amount of pleasure ripped through you, and a scream sagged through your body as you came undone.

You whined as you felt him exit you, and you slowly straightened back up, you felt uncomfortably sore. Quietness filled the alleyway as the two of your straightened out your outfits turning towards each other, then you locked eyes, and it finally hit you. This was goodbye.

Your breathing staggered as Shouto’s lips were on yours again, and you feel overwhelmed. Your fists are clenched on his chest, his fingers hooked onto your belt loops. Your brows are brought together, and you can tell both of your jaws are clenched. It almost felt like a magnetic pull between you two, but you had to deny it. So you shift so that your foreheads press together, your lips just brushing, just barely, so faintly touching until you pull away completely with a shaking exhale, your forehead dropping into Shouto’s neck.

“I am in love with you, but I can’t love you knowing what you are.” You whisper as you break away, grabbing your bag and leaving Shouto alone in the alley, wiping tears that inevitably fall from your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

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parsnipsginger · 4 years ago

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The Insane Undead Ch 1

Summary: After an unknown event forced the sides out of the Mindscape and all over Gainesville, Florida, the sides must adapt to a number of changes. Two of the most prominent being the change into a human form and the zombie apocalypse, which was cause by the same unknown event that forced Thomas to split into all six of his sides. So, they now must figure out a way to survive on their own in a world that belongs only in stories and comic books.

TW: decapitation, fighting, violence in general, food mention (tell me if i missed anything!)

He reaches for his phone in a familiar movement as he tries, and fails to open his unwilling eyes. When he’s unable to find his phone, or the nightstand he always leaves it on, that’s when he snaps out from last night’s grogginess. He doesn’t have his phone anymore. He hasn’t had it for a couple of weeks now. Not since it lost its signal and died on him. He had to throw it away after that since there was no electricity to charge it with. He sits up, twisting his body into a sitting position in the make-shift bed he slept on the night before. Reaching for his bag, he takes out a small water bottle and takes the smallest of sips. No point in wasting the last of my water now, he thinks to himself. But, I DO know where I could get some more water. And it’s not even that far away! His thoughts immediately shut down that idea. NO! What if you get attacked on your way there? What if someone finds you and kidnaps or kills you for the few supplies you do have? What if… The “What if” thoughts kept racing through his mind. Finally accepting that there was no way his thoughts would let him go, he stood up and went to the broken window that faced the bed. He looks out, looking at the sun, wondering what the time was. Not that he cared, or he needed to know, he just...wondered. He stood there, looking out upon the decimated city he used to call home, thinking about anything and everything, for the next couple of hours. What he didn’t know was that there were others, survivors like him, out there, waiting for something, anything to happen.

Roman falls to the ground, grateful for his sword. He grabs it, stabbing the nearest two zombies in the gut. He then proceeds to decapitate the third and final one that was creeping up behind him. Yes, he had wanted some action and some danger today, but not this much all at once. He picks up his backpack, he must’ve dropped it in the struggle, and calls for his brother. His identical twin, Remus, comes bounding towards him as he signals for Remus to follow him. He obediently follows, almost resembling a little kid. At this action, Roman knows he did something, but he doesn’t know what.

So, he asks. “What did you do?” he asks, with a bit more edge in his voice than he meant there to be. Remus hears this and answers right away.

“Well….” He draws out the word, then rapidly speeds through his explanation, knowing he couldn’t get out of an explanation once his brother prompted for one. “I ate a zombie.”

Roman hears this and is barely spared a heart attack. “WHY WOULD YOU-” He’s cut off by Remus’ defense for himself.

“Don’t worry, it was already dead. And you can only get infected if you get bit. You can’t get infected if you eat ‘em. So, that’s exactly what I did. Ate what I could.” He ends his defense with the exact high-pitched cackle that he's known for. Roman just groans, knowing he’s right.

With a sigh, he replies, “Well, just don’t do anything stupid that could get you infected. I don’t need a zombie for a brother.”

After that, they continue walking, looking for a safe place to regroup and gather more supplies.

Crouching down, Logan surveys the parking lot of what used to be the Gainesville Mall. He looks out to see an entire horde of zombies walking aimlessly about the parking lot. Making an estimate, he’d say there had to be at least 50 or 60 zombies just waiting for a piece of fresh meat to wander by. Knowing he can’t take them by himself, he begins to calculate the best way in. He can see about two entrances, three if you count the roof. The front entrance he immediately rules out. Too many zombies, not enough ways to distract them. He then thinks about the second entrance, the fire exit. He could pick the lock and disable the alarm. It would take a while, but at least it would be subtle and stealthy. The third entrance, the roof, would be a lot safer than the fire exit, yes, but it would be really noticeable and dangerous. After considering all three choices, he decides to go for the fire exit. To use this path, he will need to find a way to disable the alarm first. He approaches the destroyed mall, crouch-walking to the fire exit on the left side of the building. Once he reaches the door, he straightens up, now standing at his full height of 5’ 11”. He begins to analyze the door, looking for any signs of wires or a signal that he could hack to disable to alarm. While looking, he gets the thought, What if the power to the building is off, causing the alarm to be turned off? The next thought he gets is especially action-provoking. What if the door’s not locked in the first place? At this thought, he tries the door. It opens, albeit slowly, the only noise it gives off is a small, creaking sound. Of course, it was unlocked and the alarm was off. There’s no electricity in the city. At least, not anymore. Not since the zombies had gotten to the power plant. No time to think about that now, Logan thought as he commanded his thoughts back onto the task at hand. He walks into the mall, refraining from making too much noise. He immediately goes to each of the stores and shopping outlets on the first floor, looking for anything that could be of use to him. He stays away from the food court, promising himself that he’ll gather food after he’s done scavenging for other necessities and supplies, like water, first aid supplies, weapons, etc.

After about an hour of looking on the second floor, Logan had come up with a surprisingly good list of supplies. When he did his second round of inventory so he could organize his backpack so could he fit everything in it, he realized how great of a supply run this had been. He had gotten:

-two 12-packs of water bottles

-four pocket knives

-one pair of scissors

-eight first aid kits that each contained the following: two boxes of bandaids, one ice pack, and plenty of ibuprofen.

It was now time to raid the food court. He packed up his supplies and went forward into the food court. When Logan got there, he was faced with the dilemma: Most of the food will be spoiled by now. But, Logan had the solution. He would only take non-perishable canned or packaged foods. But….with making that decision, he ruled out over 80% of the food in the food court. Oh, well. It looked like he’d have to work with what he had. So, for about the next hour and a half, Logan looked through the food court and gathered as much food as he possibly could carry. He then went to the abandoned apartment he used as a shelter for the night.

Patton, while finishing wrapping up and taking care of the injuries he’d gotten in the past week, was humming his favorite song under his breath. As he got up to go make himself something to eat, he began singing while he cooked. “...ever so slightly, daily and nightly....” He loved this song, not just because it was one of the only songs he could still remember (he had it committed to memory long before this zombie apocalypse stuff started), but also because the song always gave him a sense of hopefulness.

By the time his food was ready (a hearty meal of popcorn, fruit snacks, a peanut butter sandwich, and beef jerky) he had sung the song so many times he couldn’t even recall how many times he had sung it. He didn’t care though, because it's not like there’s anybody around to complain about the repetition or noise of his singing. There’s no one else around. Period, he thought as tears began to form on the corners of his eyes. He brushed them off immediately. No, he reprimanded himself, you can’t cry. There’s no use. It will do nothing except make you tired and give you a headache. Tears still persisted as a tiny voice in the back of his mind remarked, It’s not like there’s anybody around to hear you anyway. At that thought, the floodgates broke open and Patton found himself sobbing on his makeshift bed before he could process what was happening. He would continue until he fell asleep from, more emotional than physical for once, exhaustion.

While the others took the more direct path to their destinations, Janus always took the backstreets and alleys; it kept up his lying, secretive identity the others had known him all too well for having. And, well, if you took that thought literally, it was a really helpful habit to have when the zombie apocalypse started. It kept him safe and had saved his butt on numerous occasions.

While walking to his “home sweet home” (if you can call an underground bunker that, but it kept him safe and from ever needing to go outside so he couldn’t complain), Janus took note of how there wasn’t much change from the last time he checked up on the destroyed town. He didn’t mind; this was actually great for his situation. Now, he doesn’t need to worry about leaving the protection of his bunker any time soon.

He got to his bunker (an old 1960’s tornado shelter transformed), unlocked what seemed like a thousand locks, wrenched open the old, wooden doors, and entered. Walking past the shelves stocked with an assortment of different items needed for survival, Janus made a beeline for his makeshift bed (He was lucky to have found a mattress that wasn’t that badly stained or had any type of weird, unidentified substance on it. So, of course, he kept it). He was, for some strange reason, exhausted. He hadn’t done much that day, so he was more than a bit confused. He went to sleep anyway, brushing it off knowing that, if he refused to sleep any longer, it would only spell out trouble for the future. So, laying down on his bed, he closed his eyes and tried his best to fall asleep.

Months pass, dragging the heat of summer slowly into the chill of winter. The survivors go about their daily lives and habits without giving anything outside of their own survival a second thought until something unexpected happens.

Because of that zombie attack months back, Roman and Remus weren’t able to get as many supplies as they would’ve preferred. They still got enough to last them a couple months, but, on that particular supply run, they were planning on getting enough supplies to last them the rest of the year. Alas, that didn’t happen. Thus, the midwinter supply run they were on now.

After leaving the tent they now called home (it got pretty cold at night and there wasn’t much room to do anything, but it kept them safe, so c’est la vie) they set off to the same grouping of stores they had raided the time before. They had made sure to leave a decent amount of supplies there, so they’d at least be guaranteed a haul of supplies for their next supply run.

On their way to the store, (Oh, God, Roman noticed, it almost sounds normal when you put it that way,) the twins made sure to keep quiet the entire way there. They didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention or trouble.

When they got to the store, they immediately began to fill all four of their backpacks to their brims. (There were two backpacks per twin, so, if they got separated for any reason, they both would have enough supplies to last them for about half a month.) When they had sat down on the checkout counter after finishing, Remus remarked on something he had noticed.

“Hey Ro, did you notice the zombies today? Or, at least the lack of zombies?”

Roman concentrates and realizes that Remus is right. There was a lack of zombies on their way here. I mean, you have to go through one of the most infested places in town to get to these shops, Roman decides.

“Yea I did. I don’t know what’s up with that. But, just to be safe, we’re taking another route home. OK?” Roman said with a worried tone. Remus only nodded in agreement before he began to suggest they get going before it gets too dark to go home. They picked up their backpacks and headed home.

On their way back, they took the long way back as a safety precaution. That would mean over an hour of walking what would usually be an unnecessary mile and a half. They never take this path unless one of them feels taking their normal route would be unsafe, thus they began calling the “Alternate Path to Safety” or APTS.

While on APTS, they were walking through a small park and they saw something cross from the corner of their eyes. Roman gestures for Remus to get his weapon out (a handgun was his pick that day.) They turn to see what had caused them to feel threatened. What they saw at first didn’t surprise them in the slightest. Three or four zombies, no more than they can handle. What they noticed next was what was completely out of the ordinary. The zombies weren’t coming towards them, the zombies didn’t even notice the pair. They seemed to be focused on something - no, someone - else. The person, whoever they were, seemed to not be faring well with the zombies. So, thinking that nothing bad could come from it, decided to step in to help.

The brothers decided on a stealthy attack. They crept up on the zombies, and, almost in sync, decapitated all four zombies. After they finished up (the entire act took about a minute and a half), they approached the person they did that all for.

“Hey, sorry to barge in but it looked like you could’ve used some he-,” Roman abruptly stopped, realizing who exactly he was talking to.

“Logan?!?!”

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Not really sure where to go for this, but, recently, I had gotten a pet rat, which upset my boyfriend terribly. I hadn't known he had a terrible experience with rats before. I can't return the rat now, but I'm not sure if I'd want to lose him. He's always telling me how much he hates my rat and wants to hurt it. I'm very sensitive to that kind of stuff, so I usually cry a lot when he does. He does say sorry sometimes after, although it just doesn't feel true.

This situation is really hard, because you just didn't know that this was a problem. It really just depends on the circumstances of how all this went down.

The big question to be asked on my end are: do you two live together, and he's stuck with the rat? Or do you live alone/with your parents, and your boyfriend has minimal interaction with the rat?

If you live with your boyfriend, this is where things get dicey. Firstly, if you were planning on getting a pet, why would you not consult with your partner first? Pets are long-term investments, and if they're going to be a shared pet in a shared house, that means everyone is going to be interacting with it. Even if it's just you feeding it, bathing it, and taking care of it, there are still the other factors: it'll make noises, it'll make smells, and if it triggers some sort of phobia in your partner, it'll just be agonizing to have that creature around him. This is definitely something you should have consulted him on before bringing the rat into your house, rather than making the decision laterally.

If you both do share a place, there are really only two options, both of which should honestly be explored. Firstly, he should seriously seek some therapy for this rat problem. I totally understand if he had a bad experience with a rat, everyone struggles with bad experiences that upset us from our past. But if he is really to the point that he's threatening violence upon an innocent animal because of raw fear and hatred, that is entering extremely dangerous territory, and he 100% needs a psychiatric evaluation for it. Rats are a part of life, whether he likes it or not, and he shouldn't be threatening violence on ANYTHING.

Secondly, if possible, you might want to consider alternative arrangements for your rat. I understand that you say you can't return the rat. But perhaps you can try to find someone who can take care of it for you while your boyfriend deals with whatever phobia or anger issues he's struggling with. Perhaps a friend or family member would be willing to take care of it. At worst, maybe giving it away to a third-party who will give it love and care is a good option. Either way, if you two live together, it's unreasonable for the rat to stay there if he can neither control his emotions or if it's just giving him extreme amounts of anxiety.

THAT BEING SAID...

If you live alone, with your parents, with someone else, or whatever your living conditions are, and your boyfriend never has to interact with the rat at all, then this is where things get more complicated. If you do not live with your partner, and your rat is your responsibility and nobody else's, then your boyfriend is going completely off the deep end on this issue. If he doesn't have to interact with this rat; if he doesn't have to feed it, water it, or bathe it; if you or anyone in your personal household are the sole caretakers of this rat, and your boyfriend has no involvement, he is COMPLETELY out of line for everything that he's doing right now.

The fact of the matter is if the only interaction your boyfriend has with your rat is he comes over sometimes and sees it in his cage, and he's literally threatening to injure it, that is INSANE. It is not only crazy in general, but it also raises numerous immediate red flags about him and how you should associate with him. Again, I understand that maybe he has some trauma with rats, or some phobia surrounding rats. But if he doesn't need to interact with the rat, then he frankly needs to get himself together and cut that shit out. He can't fix mental illnesses, but he's not a child, and he doesn't need to throw a temper tantrum at the mere proximity of a rat.

Immediate solutions to this problem are very easy. Firstly, don't have your partner interact with the rat. I assume he's already not interacting with the rat. But if he is, WHY? He shouldn't be. It's your pet, he hates rats, you deal with your own pet problems. He should never have to give it any sort of care if he doesn't want to. I assume that you already do this, but if you're making your boyfriend care for this rat when he hates it and doesn't want to - even just asking him favours like to fill its food or water containers - that's not appropriate, and you should just focus your attention on caring for your rat.

But moving on, if your partner has no interaction with the rat, figure out exactly what is setting him off. Is he upset that he has to see/hear the rat? Maybe move the rat to a different, safe place in the house while he is around. Out of sight, out of mind. Is he still getting mad, is that not good enough, is that not possible, or does he still have issues with the rat even existing in your home? Then fuck off, your boyfriend shouldn't come to your home anymore. If you want to interact with your boyfriend, and he's going to be hostile to your pet, then you should interact elsewhere. Go on dates elsewhere, go visit his place and be romantic there. But if he's going to throw a tantrum because you have a rat, then he can honestly piss off.

Finally, similar to if you are sharing a living space with your partner, you should really push him to seek a health professional and therapist to deal with this issue. It's one thing if you sprung a surprise on him, and he's stuck living with a rat that he hates. It's an entirely different thing if you made a unilateral decision about your own life, and your partner is threatening violence against your pet. That's a dangerous red flag for potential abusive behaviour, it's undermining of your own decisions, and it's generally not chill behaviour. It needs to be addressed ASAP by a mental health professional, and if he's not willing to consider that he has a problem, you might want to consider how your relationship is going more broadly.

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ariainstars · 5 years ago

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Star Wars vs. Pride and Prejudice

Mr Darcy’s famous proposal scene from Pride and Prejudice, here taking place in the rain for further emphasis of his desperate love for her.

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

Ever since Kylo’s clumsy attempt to convince Rey to stay with him, in the infamous Throne Room scene, I must have stumbled at least a hundred times across the above-mentioned quotation with the assumption of both scenes being parallel to one another, leading to the conclusion that Kylo and Rey also will be together.

How many times, to you think, was I confronted the parallel scene - the one where Elizabeth has to confess that she was prejudiced against Darcy, that she knew too little to judge him, that she felt superior to him although she had no actual justification?

…

That’s right. Not once.

“Did Luke tell you what happened that night?”

“I know everything I need to know about you.”

To me the revelation of Dark Rey in the second TROS trailer was not in the least surprising. The moment I heard Palpatine’s laugh at the end of the first trailer I guessed he was after her. (My husband’s comment was: “Of course Palpatine wants her, not Kylo. What is he supposed to do with that daydreamer?” 😊)

Honestly: I would have been surprised, even affronted, if Rey had never been tempted by the Dark Side. Every Force user is tempted to misuse his powers, in one way or another. And despite the many claims I have read and heard to this issue, though there were a few clues that might have justified calling Rey a Mary Sue, there were at least twice as much already indicating that she, like her equal in the Force, is fragile and immature.

But for some reason - naivety? Wrongly understood feminism? - for years it was widely assumed, in particular among female Reylo fans, that Rey would be the one the save Kylo (alias Ben Solo); that she is good and pure and flawless and that her love would redeem him, or at least push him to redemption due to his desire to be with her. Few seemed to consider that Rey has her own weaknesses to overcome, too.

Personally, I see nothing “romantic” in the idea of a woman redeeming a guy. I don’t know why a girl is naturally assumed to be better than a man and that it is her task to save or inspire him, morally. Nor do I believe that it is a case of “true love” if the man ends up doing everything the woman wants him to do. It would make her his pet, not an equal partner. I know, it is a mistake that women often make, believing they must “help” the man they love: but no one can be saved from himself.

I do wish Ben and Rey to have a future, and of course they cannot be together if they are on the opposite sides of a war: but that must not necessarily mean, as a matter of fact, that Ben just has to see the righteousness of Rey’s and her friend’s cause and switch sides for everything to be wrapped up. The Force needs balance, which meaning that both sides, each in its own way, have a right and a point to exist. The greatest weakness of people who believe to be - and are universally believed to be - “good” usually have a tendency to be in denial. Rey lived in denial almost all of her life, since her parents left her. When Ben confronted her with what she already knew, i.e. that they would never come back, it was very painful for her, but he immediately added that her being “nobody” did nothing to change the fact that to him, she is much.

Even the fans who called Reylo Reverse Anidala often did not want to see that Padmé had believed she could save Anakin with her love, and failed. Of course she failed: because for a balanced relationship, both have to learn from one another. They must influence one another and grow together. The relationship between Anakin and Padmé always was unbalanced because she was not aware of his inner turmoil, and he always felt inferior to her - an ex slave who had married a former queen. And in a dramatic context as the Skywalker family saga, people have to save one another. The team that was glued together in the classic trilogy always did so, that’s why things worked out.

Ever since The Force Awakens we have often been confronted with Rey’s aggressiveness and judgmental attitude. And she ends her last Force connection in The Last Jedi literally looking down on Ben.

There is no reason at all, except wishful thinking, to assume that Rey has nothing dark inside her, or not enough to make her evil. (Yes, in The Last Jedi she kills a few Praetorian Guards, but in self-defense.)

Even most of the fans who kept stubbornly pretending that Rey is secretly Luke’s daughter did not come to this conclusion. But Luke was never 100 % good and pure himself.

When he met Vader for the first time face-to-face on Bespine, he was welcomed with the sentence “The Force is with you, young Skywalker. But you are not a Jedi yet.” Luke immediately proved him right by igniting his light saber first, although Yoda had repeatedly taught him that a Jedi fights only in defense and that violence is not a solution.

Luke paid a high price for his conceit and sense of entitlement: on Bespine all hell broke loose. He came away barely alive, crippled and severely traumatized. But that terrible experience on the long run had done him good: he was much more calm and collected in Return of the Jedi. Luke had learned his lesson. Rey hasn’t, as of yet.

Now I am not saying that Rey is a bad person, and I am not trying to justify Ben’s atrocious deeds. But he was isolated, manipulated and terrified since childhood and then let down by the one person in the galaxy he would never have expected it from - his uncle, whose all-encompassing love for his father, forgiveness and pacifism had made him a legend before his nephew was even born.

Rey was in no position to understand the depth of pain and despair that made Ben kill Han, in an insane attempt to overcome the inner conflict that was tearing him apart. As they say, don’t judge someone unless you’ve been in his shoes.

Snoke, a powerful Force user, knew its mechanics very well: “Darkness rises and Light to meet it.” As Rey had “risen” from Jakku while Kylo did more and more evil, so it was to be expected that since he has freed some of the light that still was in him, she will now go down the opposite path.

I am positive that Rey will not remain in the darkness, that in some way or another she will find out again. But the plunge into the Dark Side is extremely important for her because she must understand that she has no right to judge the man who is her equal in the Force.

Ben and Rey have an important task: they have to bring Balance to the Force and thus lasting peace to the galaxy. But they can’t cooperate if they don’t have a common ground, and they will never have a common ground as long as one of them believes he has the right to make choices for the other. Both are convinced of doing right; which is why the darkness is all the more tempting to them. They have not yet matured the sense of responsibility a Force user needs in order to employ his powers the right way.

Though it contains many tropes, this is not Pride and Prejudice or Romeo and Juliet or Cinderella or Beauty and the Beast. It’s Star Wars. Like a royal family in former times, the fate of the Skywalker saga always echoes through the galaxy. They must find peace at last, and for good, for the sake of everybody. The saga won’t be done by Ben and Rey kissing and making up.

And apart from that: it was about time that the saga got its own female villain. I’m all for female empowerment - it must not necessarily be through virtue. *cough* 😉

#star wars #dark side #the force #rey #kylo ren #ben solo #redemption #palpatine #snoke #episode IX #pride and prejudice #beauty and the beast #The Last Jedi #The Rise of Skywalker #reylo

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madrut16 · 5 years ago

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Back to Normal (Adrian x MC)

Author’s Note: I’ve had this theory in my head for a while now and basically wanted to see Isabel worried about Adrian and so, this is the story that resulted from it.

Thank you so much for all of the love and support you gave to my Kamilah x Lily story, and I definitely plan on writing more about them, especially in the new series I’m working on, A New World Order! It’s a Bloodbound and Nightbound crossover about them having to save the world from a rebuild Order of the Dawn whose scope has widened to target all occult as scapegoats in their plan for world domination. I still have no idea when the first chapter will actually be out but, I will let you know when I do. In the meantime, follow @anewworldorderseries because that’s where I’ll be posting everything. I can’t wait to share it with you.

I will still continue to post one-shots on this blog while I’m writing that series, so I may start taking requests here shortly.

Book/Pairing: Bloodbound (Adrian x MC)

Rating: PG

Summary: After discovering how the serum has been affecting him and a way for it to be removed, Adrian goes through the procedure despite all of the risks and sacrifices involved.

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"Are you sure about this?" Isabel inquired, her lips bent into a frown. "It's not too late to change your mind."

The chilly air of the lab caused her skin to break out in tiny goosebumps. Less than a feet away from her, Adrian laid on an examination table like those found in doctor's offices, the upper half of his body exposed.

At her comment, he lifted his head up slightly a heavy look of conviction and remorse written all over his face.

"Yes," he assured her, though a trace of anxiety could be heard in his voice. "I have to do this, not just for my own peace of mind but also, for everyone’s safety. This serum...while it's given me many miracles, even saving my life, I hate what it has made me become. I need to be myself again, the person I thought I had lost forever."

She knew exactly what he meant. She was the one who first suspected that the serum had been what was making him more prone to violence. Tony confirmed that the red liquid’s chemicals and the pureness of his blood had suppressed the frontal and temporal lobes of his brain—the two areas responsible for moral judgment. Without that ability to act on the goodness at his core, it had allowed the modest amount of darkness he did have to take over.

Then Tony surprised them with news that he had developed a counteragent. Months of research had culminated in a three-ingredient solution that when injected could remove the serum from Adrian’s bloodstream and out of his body. It was a miracle. But, it was one that came with a high risk of danger. If the chemicals reacted poorly, it could turn him feral or even worse, kill him outright.

Even if it was successful, the treatment still came with a sacrifice—losing the ability to be out in the sun, the one part of taking the serum Adrian had come to enjoy tremendously. It had allowed the two of them to have unforgettable experiences big and small, including visiting her family and going on a road trip for his birthday

Yet, the choice for Adrian was an easy one and they were here less than forty-eight hours later to receive the potential cure.

"Let's get started then shall we," Tony said to both of them before turning to Isabel. "You may want to wait outside, just in case the worst happens."

She shook her head, enterlacing Adrian's hand in hers. "No. I'm not leaving, I can't. No matter what happens...I'm strong enough to handle it."

She swallowed down the overwhelming mix of emotions swirling inside of her. Usually, she had no qualms about letting her massive well of feelings come to the surface. But, this time she couldn’t, he needed her to be as composed as she could be.

Her mouth turned upwards into a shaky smile as she forced a light comment from her lips. "Besides, maybe I'm the good luck charm he needs."

The head scientist nodded, slipping on a pair of blue gloves. "If you're sure."

He went over to the tray with everything neatly spread out for him to access and filled the syringe with the clear liquid.

"Now, once this is injected, it should take an hour or so for all of the serum to be extracted from the bloodstream," he explained. "Of course, the body also has to excrete it through normal means, which will take several hours. Essentially, you’ll be recovering all night. Any questions before I perform the procedure?"

Isabel responded after a second, "I...have one. How soon will we have to wait until we know that nothing will go wrong?"

"Fairly quickly. I would say a half hour to forty minutes," Tony answered while sterilizing the injection site on Adrian's shoulder. Then, poised with the needle, he asked, "Are you both ready?"

She nodded, before meeting Adrian's gaze, her grip on his hand tightening.

"Go ahead," he said, letting out a final nervous sigh.

They both watched Tony place the needle in his arm and the clear liquid slowly leave the syringe. Now, they had to wait for it to take effect.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

Adrian responded with a shrug. "I feel...mostly fine. I am getting a little lightheaded though."

This caused Isabel’s eyebrows to lift off of her forehead and she turned to Tony. "Should we be worried?"

"Oh no, not at all," the technician answered. "This is a normal reaction. You see, this is a depressant so, it's effects are similar to that of alcohol. I'd be concerned if he wasn't feeling this way."

She let out a breath she didn't even realize she had been holding. Yet, she knew they weren't out of the woods yet as she pulled up a chair to sit in. The minutes slowly ticked by causing her anxiety to build as her gaze remained fixed on Adrian. She couldn’t bear to look away for a second lest something happen the moment she did.

As she studied every detail of his appearance she besieged Tony with a string of panicked questions. The man who had the patience of a saint calmly answered every single one of them, promising her that the paleness of Adrian’s complexion, dilation of his pupils, and everything else that made her uneasy was another expected symptom and not a sign of a harmful reaction. But, the inquiries continued to come flooding out.

Finally, just as her impatience threatened to drive her insane, Tony checked his watch and stood up straight from the metal shelf he had propped himself against.

“Okay, it looks like you’ve reacted well. I think it’s safe to say that you’re gonna be alright.”

Adrian perked up almost immediately but it took a minute for the news to register with Isabel.

When it did, she blinked at the lab tech in disbelief. “A-are you...sure?! You’re positive nothing is gonna happen?”

“It’s been almost an hour Isabel,” he chuckled, beginning to examine his patient thoroughly. “If anything life-threatening was going to happen, it would’ve already occurred. Now, whether the serum is actually being removed or not, that I can’t answer until later. But, the physical symptoms that are being displayed so far look promising.”

She bolted up from her chair and rushed over to Adrian’s side once more. The relief added to the overwhelming pile of emotions that she had been burying since the procedure began and suddenly, it was all too much.

Her vision blurred with tears causing her to bit her lip as they spilled over onto her cheeks. “Oh, Adrian I—"

She cut herself off with a series of sniffles and he reached up with his thumb to brush the blackened streaks aside. “Please don’t cry. It’s over, I’m fine.”

“I can’t help it, I...I was so worried,” she stammered in response. “If I had lost you—"

“I know. But, you haven’t. There’s no need to be scared now.”

She gave him a tearful smile. “Hey, there are happy tears in here too.”

After a minute, with an approving nod from Tony, she helped pull him up to a sitting position.

“I believe you’re all set. Go get some rest, but be sure to follow my instructions. I’ll be up in a few hours to take the blood sample.”

Isabel’s grin widened into a smirk. “Oh, I’ll make sure he does. Scout’s honor.”

She helped Adrian exit the lab and into the elevators a few feet away. Soon, he had settled into the master bedroom of the penthouse and she fussed over making sure that he had everything he needed and more.

“This is really isn’t necessary,” he told her, his eyebrows raised at the extra items scattered about.

Pausing from fluffing each of the pillows that were currently underneath him, she put her hands on her hips. “Actually, it is. Taking care of you is literally my job—as both your assistant and your girlfriend, so let me do it. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

She waved her finger at him, relishing in the opportunity to boss him around for once.

He rolled his eyes at her but after a minute seeing that there was no point in arguing against the over the top help, he let out a sigh. “Fine, but only if your company is included.”

She gave him a satisfied smile. “You know it is.”

“Then I guess I can’t complain too much.”

Climbing onto the bed, she plucked the TV remote off of the end table. “What do you want to watch?” she asked before she started to list off suggestions. “There’s Schindler’s List, Psycho, Casablanca...”

He answered with a nonchalant gesture. “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe a musical of some sort? You do love those.”

“Hey just because I didn’t make Broadway a career doesn’t mean I can’t be a theater nerd. I can’t let twelve years of school plays go to waste!” she exclaimed, before wracking her brain for one they would both enjoy.

Finally, she decided on a classic.

“Phantom of the Opera. That has always been a favorite of mine,” he commented with a cheerful expression.

“Good cause we’re watching it.”

Hitting play she attempted to cuddle up next him but he moved away slightly so that his chest was just out of reach.

“Something wrong?” she asked with a tiny frown.

“Oh...no, not really. I’m just...you probably don’t want to get that close,” he told her, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Since I’m covered in sweat and all.”

Seeing him so openly insecure, a small scoff escaped her lips. “Adrian, you’re being silly, do you really think I mind? I’ve not only endured your perspiration many times but also held you while you were covered in blood. This won’t phase me a bit.”

She finished the motion, settling her head onto his chest without waiting for a response.

“I definitely didn’t expect you to that night,” he mused, and she lifted her head enough to meet his thoughtful gaze. “To want to be near me. I expected you to run away...and I was prepared to let you. But you didn’t.”

She hadn’t intended for it to be specific to that night in Paris, after the raid on Seraphine’s club but, they often found themselves coming back to these moments.

She shrugged even though she knew it wasn’t a small deal for either of them. “That was never an option, not even for a second. You did what you thought you had to do, to protect us...me. That’s all I cared about.”

“You’re empathy and willingness to learn about me, about all vampires, it’s never ceased to amaze me,” he said. “In fact...it gives me a certain hope about the future.”

Peeling her gaze off of the TV screen, she saw that his eyes were glimmering in excitement.

“Really? What is it?” she asked curiously.

Taking her hand in his, he replied, “That one day we and ordinary humans can live together out in the open. That we’ll learn to stop hating one another.” He hesitated, a silent dry laugh making his chest rise abruptly. “I know that probably sounds absurd. I’ve never told anyone about this, not even Kamilah. I didn’t think it would ever be more than an impossible fantasy but now...suddenly I believe that it could actually happen.”

Isabel’s mouth fell open before the ends curled up. “Well, we’re both crazy then because that’s my hope too.”

“Well, you know what this means?” he asked, a boyish charm radiating throughout. “Don’t you?”

Her smile widened. “That we’re meant for each other? That together we can change the world?”

“Exactly.”

He leaned in and she brushed her lips against his, melting into his embrace. They stayed like that until the sound of her phone ringing interrupted them.

Breaking away abruptly, she gasped, knowing exactly who it was without having to look at the caller ID. “Oh! I have to take this,” she exclaimed.

“Who is it?”

She jumped off the bed while taking the small device in her hand. “Kamilah, she told me she would call when she had a break between meetings. I haven’t updated her at all yet so, she’s probably worried sick.”

Their friend was across the country on a business trip that couldn’t be missed, and Isabel promised that she would be kept in the loop.

“You don’t need to tell me twice,” he chuckled in amusement.

They both knew how much she cared about Adrian, and how she dealt with others if he was in potential danger.

“Okay, I’ll be in the other room. Holler if you need anything!”

She answered the phone while she slipped out the door and down the hallway into the living area. “Kamilah, hi.”

“How is he?” the Ahmenet CEO demanded, her voice clearly fraught with anxiety.

Luckily, Isabel could put her mind at ease. “He’s doing great. Everything went fine, now we’re just waiting for everything to hopefully excrete out.”

There was an audible sigh of relief on the other end. “Thank god. How long until we’ll know if the serum is gone?”

“A few hours at least. Tony still has to come up and take the sample, and that can’t be done until the process is finished.”

There was a long silence that seemed to stretch for miles.

“I sure hope it’s worked,” Kamilah finally stated fretfully.

Isabel nodded, exhaling nervously. “So do I. It’ll devastate him if it doesn’t.”

They both knew how much he deserved to be normal again. How much this would allow him to finally forgive himself for everything in the past. Because he knew that he didn’t need to become human again when he never stopped in the first place.

Hopefully, life would allow him at last to have this inner peace.

#playchoices #choices stories you play #bloodbound #adrian x mc #adrian x isabel #adrian raines #adrianadmirer writes

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