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Training Wheels | Coriolanus Snow | ii.
Your mother's macabre work never appealed to you as you always preferred the comfort of your books, but when her apprentice takes a special interest in you, your safe, quiet world is flipped upside down.
Warnings: DUB-CON, NON-CON, Gaul!Reader, Shy Reader, Manipulation, Parental Neglect, Drinking, Peer Pressure, Hazing, University set, Loss of Virginity, Dumbification, Insecurities, Abusive Relationship, Degradation, Suicide Attempt
This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.
𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
The clock catches your eye the second your ethics class ends. You pick up your things and make your way to the exit. It’s lunch time. You can’t erase the conversation you had with Coriolanus from your mind. His eyes, his smile, his smell, his voice…everything about him makes your head a little cloudy. Boys have never been your concern before, especially because of Mother. It’s not that she ever forbade you to date, experiment. It was more of a silent understanding, a quiet agreement. There are more important things than boys in this world. Like science, or rebuilding the world after the war. Mother herself has only one love. Her research. So you always supposed it is your duty to aim to be the same way. Therefore, while everyone around you talked about crushes and first kisses and…other things since middle school, you’ve kept your head in your books.
It’s not like you never noticed how pretty some of the boys at the Academy were. Boys like…Coriolanus Snow. It just always felt forbidden. As Volumnia Gaul’s daughter, you had to be above it all.
Hence your predicament. What does someone like Coriolanus Snow want from you?
The question keeps swirling inside your head as you approach the cafeteria. His attention never swayed in your direction before. Towards girls like Persephone, Clemensia or Livia, perhaps. But you? The very idea is ludicrous.
You make a stop near the lunch room’s door. It’s already brimming with students. Animated chatter fills the cafeteria and you dourly note the groups that have formed. Even Lysistrata, the infamous loner, has found her tribe with the likes of Io Jasper, Persephone Price and some red-haired boy you don’t know. A few months have already passed. You should have found a crowd by now, a group of like-minded people that’d tolerate your presence. But every time you approach someone, you get tongue-tied and your mind blanks. How does one even strike up a conversation out of the blue? It still stuns you that Coriolanus spoke to you with such ease. Though you surmise the Snow heir is comfortable with people in a way you’ll never be.
Your gaze travels to his table. Coriolanus and his friends. They seem absorbed by an intense conversation, Festus waving his arms while Clemensia shakes her head in apparent disbelief.
You shift the books between your arms. Feet rooted to the floor, you struggle to move. You watch the exchange, pondering how to weave your way through the cafeteria without drawing too much attention to yourself.
As you contemplate your next move, blue eyes find yours across the cafeteria. Coriolanus’ lips curve upwards. Your pulse soars. The rest of the table seems to note your presence. Clemensia places a hand in front of her mouth and laughs. Then the rest of them, bar Coriolanus, begin to laugh as well.
Your chest clutches, fire creeping inside your cheeks. They must be laughing at you. Of course. It’s the only explanation that makes sense. This was a stupid idea. Stepping back, you dash through the hallways. The library will be a more appropriate spot for your lunch break, as it often is. Quieter. Less crowded. Safe and familiar. The wooden rows brimming with books are your shield against the noise and chaos of the world outside.
It’s where you belong anyway. Besides, you still have your notes of the morning to peruse and memorize. You can’t afford to fall behind.
The rest of the week transforms you into a nervous wreck. After you fail to show up for lunch, Coriolanus’ unnerving cobalt stare appears to follow you everywhere. Whether it’s in the lecture hall, the hallways or even the library, your safe haven, the Snow heir’s presence always lingers near. Still, you try to resume your usual routine, both at the Capitol University and the Citadel.
Tasks are never amiss in Mother’s lab. Between the mutts to feed, filing the archives and cleaning the subjects’ glass cases, something always requires your attention anyway. All the important jobs aren’t yours to have. Just menial tasks. It’s all Mother said you can manage anyways. Back when you were little, your mother paid sporadic attention to you. She’d spend time with you, show you the specimens, talk about her work. However she quickly lost interest in you once she realized your lack of ambition, intellect and inclination for casual cruelty. For a fleeting stretch of time, you know your mother harbored hope that you could succeed her, continue her research, complete her breakthroughs. Those hopes are now forever buried, along with any sliver of expectation Mother had for your future.
You couldn’t stomach the thought of her experimenting on live creatures and kept asking if they were in pain, or if they missed their family, if once she was done, she would send them back home. Mother grew annoyed by it. To this day, you feel she still holds that against you.
Once your work for the evening is done, you take a rare break in one of the empty offices. While you’re aware it’d be best to go over your flash cards for the upcoming exams, the motivation to do it isn’t with you today. The entire week all you’ve done is study, burning the midnight oil at both the University library and home. A break would be welcome. You’re craving it in fact.
So instead of your study books, you collect a novel from your leather satchel. Heart fluttering in anticipation, your fingers sweep over the cover. This one details the forbidden tryst between a prince and a castle maid. Your cheeks warm as you land on the scene you didn’t get to finish last time.
As you sink into the story, oblivious to the world around you, you don’t hear the soft steps circling closer to you.
Warm air fans over your shoulder as a deep voice erupts from behind you.
“I didn’t realize smutty romance novels were on the curriculum.”
Astonishment plucks a gasp from you. The swivel chair spins as you bolt to your feet, the book in your hands dropping to the floor with a heavy thud. Your eyes widen as Coriolanus’ towering frame invades your line of sight.
He slowly crouches to pick up your novel. As he gives it a quick once over, flipping through the yellowed pages, a smile blooms on his lips.
“These are smuggled from the Districts, aren’t they?” he inquires, a hint of disdain coating his utterance of the word ‘district’. Embarrassment flushes through you as Coriolanus’ gaze roams across the pages. “Interesting choice.” His eyes rise to meet yours. Your heart misses a beat. “Does Dr. Gaul approve?”
“N-Not really,” you confess with a small voice, fiddling with the cuff of your lab coat.
His smirk broadens at that.
The blond causes you to leap back as he snaps your book shut.
“I was expecting you at lunch the other day,” he says, edging closer to you.
Your mouth dries. “I was busy.”
Coriolanus’ brow quirks.
“Too busy for lunch with me?”
“It wasn’t just you.”
He pauses, searching your face. His silent scrutiny makes your nerves thrum. You freeze in your spot, hands squeezing the edge of the desk behind you.
After an eternity goes by, he states gently, “We weren’t laughing at you.”
Your jaw hangs slack. You feel self-conscious as his keen blue eyes hold yours, peeling the layers of you.
He heaves out a long sigh.
“Festus just said something stupid and Clemmie happened to look in your direction. I’m sorry you thought that.”
“I didn’t think anything,” you mumble, shrugging.
His face pinches ever-so-slightly.
“Yes.” He gets even closer, chest almost brushing yours. Your stomach tightens. “Yes, you did,” he articulates. “So I’m making sure you know. No one was laughing at you that day. And Clemmie wouldn't do that. She’s the nicest girl I know.”
You study Coriolanus, struck by the sincerity laced in his tone. You aren’t used to anyone considering your feelings. Besides, you don’t find it in you to argue, remembering Clemensia’s kindness on multiple occasions at the Academy. She is also one of the few wealthy students who never picked on the departed Sejanus Plinth for his roots in District Two, even defending him from Arachne’s cruelty on one occasion. Relief flows inside your chest. So you weren’t the reason behind their laughter that day. It feels strangely good, knowing that, especially coming from Coriolanus himself.
He cocks his head and scoffs, “We aren’t at the Academy anymore. Why would we do something this childish? That’s silly.”
“Yeah, I guess it’s a little silly,” you mechanically reply, something about his definitive tone making you feel dumb for even letting your mind wander there. You give a shaky nod. “Thank you.”
He hums as if he were lost in thought. His fingers then slide below your chin, startling you.
“You don’t have to lie to me, you know?”
Confusion has you blinking rapidly.
“I’m sorry?”
His digits latch around your jaw, his features disturbingly still.
“Just then, you lied,” he notes. “About it not bothering you. You don’t need to do that with me.” He pauses, tracing the curve of your bottom lip. “Besides, between you and I, you’re very bad at it.”
An anxious chuckle peals from your lips.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, curiosity evident on his features.
A hollow smile tugs your lips.
“It’s just that Mother says the same thing, that I’m a horrible liar.” It’s just one of the myriad of things you’ve always failed at. Fooling others and pretending.
Wars are won with heads, not hearts.
Coriolanus places his hand besides you on the desk, looming over you in a way that has your pulse quicken. You grow dizzy as his scent coats the air.
“You know…Clemmie and the girls were looking forward to meeting you,” he intones.
Disbelief fills you. “T-They were?”
“You’ve been so discreet during our Academy days. Everyone was just curious, that's all.” His feathery lashes sag, caressing his cheekbones. “About what you were like.”
“Oh.”
“Well, you’re a bit of an enigma, angel. The daughter of the Head Gamemaker who never talks to anyone. That makes people wonder.”
“I’m not that interesting.”
Coriolanus takes a long minute to drink you in. Your skin tingles with his intense focus. Somehow in the dim light of the office, his blue eyes seem to come alight with a strange glint.
“I disagree,” he slowly states. “I think you’re very interesting.”
You lick your lips. “I’m really not.”
Your only answer is that cryptic smile he likes to wear.
“So…you still owe me lunch.” He slants his head. “We can go together if you like.”
“Together?”
“Yes. You don’t have to feel scared if I’m with you.”
When you bow your head, hesitation lingering within you, he tilts your chin up.
“No one would dare make fun of you if I’m around. Trust me, angel.”
There’s an unfaltering certainty cinching his tone, as if repercussions were sure to befall whoever questions him.
Your forehead creases.
“You don’t have to do that, you know.”
“What?” he asks, his dark brows knitting.
“All of…that.” You turn away from him, reflexively gripping your forearm. “I-I’m fine on my own. Always have been.”
Surprise floods your insides when no snappy reply pours from his lips. Instead of answering, the blond leans away from you and releases your chin. He observes you as you remain still. You can’t help trying to figure out what thoughts bounce through his head. He must think you’re an idiot, isolating yourself like that, missing out on everything the world has to offer. If only he knew. There is no space for you in the world. Nowhere for you to fit. As Coriolanus heads for the door, the tension in your body melts a bit.
“I’ll see you in class,” he announces after several harrowing minutes of silence.
As he makes to leave, you’re hit with the realization that he still has your book in his hand.
“Coriolanus?” you call. He stops in his tracks, head pivoting towards you. “My book��”
This draws a subtle smile from him. Coriolanus makes no move to return your novel, turning his back to you as if you hadn’t called him out.
Mouth agape, you watch him take his leave without another word.
The next day, you think yourself free of Coriolanus Snow’s peculiar scrutiny. Right after the morning classes end, you head to the library. You are determined to enjoy a peaceful lunch break, have a few unenthusiastic bites of the stale sandwich you packed this morning and maybe get a head start on your molecular cell biology courses. Another topic that has you drowning in class, that you’ll need twice as much work to pass.
Naturally, however, the blond has other plans.
He shows up again while you’re sitting at the bottom of a shelf so high it nearly touches the vaulted ceiling of the library. You find him staring at you from the corner of your eye.
Your heart bounces inside your chest as your gaze crosses his.
He plops down next to you on the floor.
“Coriolanus,” you chide hotly, your voice just above a whisper. “You have to stop doing that.”
A lopsided smile decorates his handsome features.
“I like how flustered you get. It’s cute,” he replies, mirth dripping from his soft timbre. There isn’t an ounce of guilt in his words, as if the mere fact that your reaction entertains him is justification enough.
A frown mars your brow as your focus shifts back to your Biology book.
“Shouldn't you be having lunch with your friends?”
“Hm…someone’s missing at my table.”
Your nails sink into your palm, your frown deepening.
“You’re persistent.”
His raspy chuckle ripples through your skin.
“I prefer determined, angel,” he mutters, much closer than you’d like. “What are we reading today?”
“N-Nothing. Just going through my notes.”
“You don’t have to study all the time, you know.”
“No, I do.”
He hums his disapproval.
“You don’t.”
“I’m not like you, Coriolanus. I’m…” Your voice trails off. Your mind whirls as your spirits plummet. Mediocre? Dumb? Average? You couldn’t conjure the exact word, as each encapsulates a little bit of what you are. An anomaly amidst the best and the brightest in the Capitol. Regardless of your shortcomings, you want to prove Mother wrong. Besides, you’d feel so proud of yourself if you could stand on that stage one day and collect your diploma with honors. You bite your lips closed. “Nevermind.”
“You put a lot of pressure on yourself, angel.”
“Well, I don’t have a choice.” You try to ignore him. However it’s all for naught, the words blurring on the page as all sense and logic in the text is siphoned by Coriolanus’ unsettling blue stare. Your teeth clench as you sigh. “Are you just going to watch me…the entire time?”
“Maybe.” He pauses, licking his lips. “Or we could go to the cafeteria like I said.”
You gasp when he slams the book in your lap shut.
“I already told you-”
“You can’t hide away forever, angel,” he interrupts.
Ignoring your protests, Coriolanus grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet.
“Come,” he urges, already dragging you through the library.
“Wait, Coriolanus…” You almost topple over your own feet as you’re forced to keep up with his long-legged steps.
“I’m making a different choice for you, angel,” he chimes. He tosses you a teasing glance above his shoulder. “It’s okay, we don’t bite…Most of the time.”
Apprehension tangles your insides as you and Coriolanus approach the cafeteria. Coriolanus doesn’t hesitate as he crosses the threshold with your hand in his. All eyes rest on you and the Snow heir, some of the chatter dwindling while whispers fill the room. Heat creeps inside your face. Coriolanus ‘ friends too admire the strange spectacle, a mix of shock and interest mingling on their faces.
Once you reach his table, he pulls a chair out for you. You take a tremulous seat, trying your best not to cower beneath the curious eyes cast your way. Coriolanus sits next to you, his fingers clutching yours in encouragement beneath the table before he lets go of your hand.
Briefly lifting your eyes, you give a bashful wave.
“H-Hi,” you say.
Livia Cardew doesn’t say anything, her narrowed eyes drifting between you and Coriolanus like she’s desperately trying to solve a riddle that won’t yield its meaning. Ivy Briarose is too focused on her nails to pay attention to you.
Clemensia’s much perkier. She offers you her hand to shake. You take it.
“Nice to meet you, I’m-”
“I know who you are,” you reply. Your eyes widen as you note how strange a thing it is to utter to somebody you’ve never spoken to. But she takes it in stride, flashing you a sunny grin.
As you and the brunette shake hands, the sleeve of her dark blouse slides up her forearm, exposing a hint of the skin of her wrist. Your mouth drops in shock. The small patch of flesh is covered in scales, mottled in faint neon colors. This looks eerily familiar and your gaze lingers longer than it should.
Clemensia rushes to cover her scarred wrist.
“Sorry,” you sputter, your embarrassment reaching its crest. It was rude to stare. You should have caught yourself.
But the brunette brushes it off with a nonchalant huff.
“Oh, that? Looks familiar?” Clemensia bends to whisper in your ear, “Little gift from your mother.” Your blood turns to ice. She flashes her pearly smile, tossing her glossy black strands over her shoulder. “It’s alright though. Most of them have faded.” She unleashes a wry laugh. “It was much worse before…during the Games.”
You open your mouth, your brain scrambling for something to say…Anything. Mother hurt Clemensia, to prove a point probably, knowing her. You should say something, offer comfort, an apology perhaps. But your mind turns up blank. You shift awkwardly in your seat.
The panicked flurry of your thoughts is halted when Clemensia abruptly seizes your hands, squeezing them between hers.
She beams at you.
“You know what? I get the feeling that you and I are gonna be great friends.”
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For the 3000 celebration can you write one with Pietro Maximoff and prompt 25
Maybe it’s set at like Halloween and Pietro dresses up as a cowboy so the prompt makes sense
.⋆。Musketeer And The Cowboy。⋆.
Pietro Maximoff x plus size reader
Halloween brings out the worst in all of us
Warnings: implied smut, fluff, drinking, the Avengers being the Avengers
WC: 885
Minors DNI
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
3000 Follower Celebration
Tony found any and all reasons to throw a party. Fourth of July, New Years, Thanksgiving, even fucking Arbour day got a celebration that included luxury foods and so much alcohol that even thinking about it gave you a hangover.
But by far his Halloween bashes were the most mind blowing. He went all out, even going so far as to turn part of the tower into a truly frightening haunted house. The halls were filled with hyper-realistic decorations and people with extravagant costumes.
You found it fun, it was pretty much like a kid’s party on steroids. You gorged yourself on candy while getting drunk with your favourite people in the world while you all pretended to be someone or something else, in the case of Clint’s famous candy corn costume, for the evening.
This year, you had a group costume with Wanda and Natasha: sexy three Musketeers. With a truly scandalous amount of skin showing beneath a corset, stockings, killer red heels, a frilly collar, huge hat and a fake sword, you truly felt the role.
You and the girls strolled into the huge ballroom absolutely on top of the world. Immediately, Wanda was pulled away by Vision and onto the dance floor while Natasha made a b-line for the bar, leaving you with a red lipstick stain on your cheek and a wink.
But you weren’t phased, instead you happily strolled over to the small gathering of some of the older Avengers, gunning for the flask Thor always carried at parties. “Good morrow sirs, perchance you have a nip of ale for me.” You laid the old English accent on thick as you planted yourself by Steve who was dressed as a zombie businessman. He rolled his eyes and handed you his spiked beer.
“Thank you, my good man.” Thor (who was a playboy bunny this year) beamed at you. You sipped the stronger than normal beer and nodded at the rest of the men in the group. “We have some mixed effort here- Bucky looks like he gave up but Sam, you look great!” Sam, in a very elaborate Dracula
costume, turned to Bucky, who wore Steve’s Captain America uniform.
“See! I told you that you looked stupid!” Bucky’s left eye twitched.
“No you told me that no one dresses up for Halloween anymore so I shouldn’t bother with a costume.” He grumbled, arms folding dangerously over his chest. You giggled and handed the beer back to your surrogate brother.
“Has anyone seen Pietro? He wanted to do the haunted house with me.” Steve shrugged.
“He wasn’t here when I got here but he may be trying to spar with Hulk, again.” You glanced over to where Tony (Patrick Bateman) and Bruce (Doctor Frankenstein) were drinking in a quiet corner with Peter (Han Solo), most likely chatting about their little science projects. But there was no silver-haired man with them.
“Hmm.” You hummed, resting a hand on the hilt of your fake blade. “I’ll go for a wander and see if I can find him. Oh and Bucky, the suit looks good on you.” Immediately, the super soldier perked up and a smirk crossed his face.
“Thank you.” He smugly responded while grinning at Sam who just rolled his eyes. Satisfied with the chaos you released about to unfold, you journeyed back into the crowd on the search for your boyfriend.
There were cheerleaders, werewolves, some cheap Avengers costumes, but there was no speedster. After you passed what seemed to be the 20th Black Widow, a flash of silver caught your attention.
Pietro was leaning against a column just outside the party, his bright blue eyes fixed firmly on your generous curves. He was fully decked out in scuffed jeans held up by a thick belt with a gun holster, a leather vest with a red plaid shirt, an expensive pair of cowboy boots and a large Stetson in his hands. As he caught your eye, he flipped the hat perfectly onto his head while smoothly placing a fake cigarette between his teeth with his other hand.
“Well howdy there little lady.” He drawled with an awful attempt at a southern accent.
“Hi there cowboy.” You purred, heels clacking on the expensive flooring as you approached. “I’ve never seen a cowboy without a lasso.” You gestured to his belt where an empty clip hung on his thigh. Pietro smirked deviously.
He grabbed you by the hips as you got close enough, tugging you into his chest. “I think you’ll find zat my lasso is somewhere more convenient.” His hands slipped down to your ass, grabbing the soft flesh beneath the tiny skirt you wore. He rolled his hips into your plush stomach, letting you feel his growing bulge.
“And where is that?” You played along, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your fingers in his silver hair.
Pietro lowered his face to your ear, gently biting the lobe before whispering, “You vill have to play along to find out.” He then pulled away from your body. “Come, ve have much to do tonight.”
He took your hand in his own and pulled you into the hall. “It is time for a ride.” He winked, tipping his hat to you. You broke out in a wide smile.
God you loved Halloween.
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( jenna ortega. cis woman. she/her. ) did you hear ? MARIANA FLORES is stuck in stonehaven for the for the foreseeable future … they've lived here for HER WHOLE LIFE and are known around town as THE PESSIMIST, though back in high school they were better known for being voted MOST LIKELY TO DISAPPEAR AFTER GRADUATION. if i'm not mistaken, they’re a TWENTY TWO year old sophomore studying PHYSICS ( i really hope that translates well into their role as an ENGINEER in the ‘new world' ). according to my records they were originally on the trip because she was short credits for the semester— which checks out, given they’re RESILIENT, BLUNT and CYNICAL. if you’re ever trying to find them, your best bet is to start at northview skate park and listen for someone humming venus fly trap by marina. oh, and don’t forget to try calling out mari or picturing loud music needlessly blasting through headphones, dark sunglasses perched on the top of her head even when it’s cloudy, chipped nails tapping impatiently on her phone screen, iced coffee spilling out of a skull shaped mug, and sleepless nights spent tracing constellations through fogged up windows. for extra help. let's hope the chaos doesn't get to them …
B A S I C S .
birth name : mariana lourdes flores
nickname(s) :mari
date of birth : april 9th
age : 22
gender : cis woman
pronouns : she/her
sexuality : bisexual
relationship status : single
birthplace : ( west side ) stonehaven, indiana
currently : ( north side ) stonehaven, indiana
languages : english ( fluently ), spanish ( fluently )
religion : was raised catholic, currently agnostic
education : currently studying community science at stonehaven college
occupation : barista ( previously ), engineer ( currently )
H E A L T H .
preferred hand : left
blood type : ab-
allergies : pollen, tree nuts, and chocolate
physical : in surprisingly good shape for someone who rarely works out.
mental : undiagnosed ocd
social : has a small circle of trusted friends, but she often prefers her own company over socializing. she isn’t antisocial by any means, but she finds peace in being alone with her thoughts....
P E R S O N A L I T Y .
aries sun. istj ( the logistician ) . sanguine . patience . pride . slytherclaw. chaotic neutral . 4w5 ( the individualist )
positive traits : resilient, adaptable, candid
neutral traits : blunt, perceptive, competitive
negative traits : cynical, aloof, stubborn
habits : biting her nails when she's nervous
likes : hot sauce, loud music, donuts, energy drinks, the color blue, plants, journaling, slasher films, and video games
dislikes : pineapple flavored candy, wearing socks, long nails, people who talk too much, and waking up before noon.
fears : large bodies of water ( she can't swim ), premature death
skeleton : the pessimist
tropes : aloof dark haired girl, deadpan snarker
inspiration : raven reyes ( the 100 ), peyton sawyer ( one tree hill ), kat stratford ( 10 things i hate about you ), maeve wiley ( sex education * if you squint * )
A P P E A R A N C E .
faceclaim : jenna ortega
face : heart shaped with soft, defined cheekbones and almond-shaped, expressive dark eyes
hair : sleek black hair, with curtain bangs framing her face
body : slender and petite, surprising perfect posture
style : her outfits are typically paired with pleated skirts, high waisted shorts, or tights layered under mini dresses. accessories include dainty chokers, silver rings, and dangling earrings.
misc : multiple ear piercings in a mix of hoops and studs, often mismatched; a septum piercing, double nose piercing and faux vertical labret
B I O G R A P H Y .
mariana flores has dreamed of leaving stonehaven, indiana for as long as she could remember. to her, the small town was more a life sentence than a home, a prison she was desperate to escape.
mariana had a childhood full of love ... raised by her mother, gloria, who, for a while, seemed like the only person in the world who truly understood her. the two were inseparable ... it was them against the world, and even when things were tough, they managed to get by.
but that all changed when gloria remarried.
what started as an awkward adjustment period turned into something far worse. her stepfather was volatile, their house filled with tension. over time, her mom became someone mariana barely recognized: controlling, bitter, and relatively heartless. the warmth and love that once defined their relationship evaporated, leaving mari to navigate her teenage years on her own.
by the time she hit high school, mariana had already learned to fend for herself. she became a master of shutting people out with a glare or a sarcastic remark, her sharp tongue a shield against anyone who got too close. a girl with a bad attitude and bigger dreams than they thought she deserved.
despite her tough exterior, mariana had plans, airtight plans, to escape. graduate, head to college on the west coast, and never look back. but life, with its cruel sense of timing, tore that dream apart mere weeks before graduation. her stepfather walked out for good, and gloria spiraled into a pit of despair that left her incapable of functioning.
the years after her high school graduation were a blur of working double shifts at the local coffee shop, making sure her mom got out of bed in the mornings, and trying not to drown in the bitterness of her own sacrifice. while her classmates left stonehaven to chase their dreams, she was stuck behind, too weighed down by responsibility and anger to move forward.
but last year, something changed. maybe it was the realization that her life couldn’t wait for gloria to get better, or maybe she was just tired of being angry. whatever it was, mariana finally enrolled at stonehaven college, for physics.
it was a surprising choice to those who knew her. but for mariana, it represented a lifeline, a way to control her future when so much of her past had been dictated for her, plus she was pretty good at it.
by her sophomore year, she’d found a strange rhythm. days were spent in class or at work, nights studying by the light of her laptop or taking care of her mom, and weekends skating at northview or working on her beat up old car. she wasn’t happy—not yet—but she was managing.
when the opportunity came to join a weekend community service trip, mariana signed up for one simple reason: she needed the credits. in order to keep proving for her mom, and not lose her job, she had dropped a class early in the semester leaving her one credit short.
the idea of spending three days surrounded by overly enthusiastic peers was about as appealing as a root canal, but she could endure anything for her gpa.
the trip was uneventful—just hours of manual labor, forced small talk and the occasional burst of laughter.
but when they returned to stonehaven, everything changed.
the sight of the town hadn’t changed much, but everything felt… off. it was just strange—empty streets, no one at the diner or grocery store. it would have been her dream if it wasn't so creepy.
as the minutes stretched into hours, the strangeness turned to fear. she'd finally done it ... escaped her mom. but at what cost?
H E A D C A N O N S .
she’s on a strict pescatarian diet after a disastrous attempt at veganism. started after she watched a documentary about factory farming and decided she couldn’t eat meat anymore. but her resolve crumbled after two weeks when she was caught eating a triple meat pizza during a moment of weakness. she compromised by allowing herself to eat fish because, “they don’t have faces you can feel guilty about”
mariana has an almost photographic memory when it comes to small, seemingly insignificant details about people. she’ll casually remember a favorite coffee order or an offhanded comment someone made months ago.
though mariana spends a lot of her free time at northview skate park, she’s not there to skateboard—she rollerblades. it's her form of release and a way to clear her mind when everything feels overwhelming.
she originally planned on majoring in psychology. she thought it would be the perfect way to understand people—especially her mom, and perhaps herself. however, she quickly realized that the emotional toll of constantly analyzing human behavior was too much for her. she couldn’t handle the idea of getting emotionally involved with other people’s pain when her own family was unraveling. so, she decided on physics, which was the better choice in the long run.
her biggest fear is ending up exactly like her mom—bitter, trapped, and stuck in a life she never wanted.
she has a pet snake named ophelia. she's pretty is low maintenance, just like mari prefers.
she loves her coffee strong and bitter. cannot start her day without it.
W A N T E D .
LORELAI MASTERS / RIDE OR DIE - they're the classic childhood best friends turned, outgoing + angsty side kick duo. they pretty much grew up together and although their social circles eventually grew apart they've always managed to stay very close. think peyton and brooke or marissa and summer minus the boy drama.
PLATONIC SOULMATE - the two started off as good friends and thought that meant they were soulmates however, after a disastrous attempt at dating they realized they were better off as friends.
CAMILLA BENNETT / EX FRIEND - they used to be so close—inseparable, even. but something small, seemingly insignificant, caused their friendship to end on pretty rocky terms. as mariana tries to forget about it and move on with her life she can’t get over the fact that there is someone in the world who doesn’t like her, someone who knows all of her secrets.
ROCHELLE JOHNSON / OPPOSITES ATTRACT - someone who refuses to let mariana’s pessimism drag them down. they challenge her cynicism at every turn, pushing her to see the good in situations. whether it’s through humor, kindness, or relentless cheerfulness, they keep her grounded, even when she pretends it annoys her.
OCCASIONAL FLING - pretty self explanatory. the two met doing god knows what and after a few drinks found themselves in compromising positions. they agreed never to do it again however, neither have been able to keep that promise.
FRENEMY - ying and yang. although the two are thick as thieves they often find themselves in at odds because they are polar opposites. they butt heads more often than not but it's worth it to keep their friendship alive.
CRUSH / WILL THEY WONT THEY - mari recently has a huge crush on them and she's VERY embarrassed about it. she just doesn’t know how or when it started but every time she sees them she gets all hot and bothered. most likely someone she's good friends with / has known for a long time. she tries her best not to make it too obvious�� so that their friendship isn't awkward but they can feel the shift in their relationship.
ANYTHING PLEASE !
#sh:intro#𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑎 ✵ 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 ¸ info .#tw implied depression#tw mentions of abuse#literally none of this is important?
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Hello! My original Character I am Sending is Hazel Dex, she is the oldest sibling of her two sisters! She is a freelance engineer and works in robotics. She is well known in the science community either through her own work or because of her sister Nicole Dex who funds research and scientific studies. Hazel is shy and not very much off a talker. She prefers to listen or studied people. Hazel is always tired from all nighters and often seen with a coffee cup in hand(gifted to her with a bouquet of flowers from an admirer ;). She has been through a lot and has had to fill in when no one else will. She is loved by her sisters dearly and many others!
Extra: She has a chaos ability called ‘Null’ the cancels out chaos/magic effects used on her. Ex. Mind control would not work, but picking up a rock with chaos/magic and throwing it at her would.
Design 9/10
BLUE HAIR BLUE HAIR BLUE HAIR!/pos Love it when blue hair is incorporated in a way that fits with the overall design. And the red goggles are a nice touch! The trench coat seems a little single note though when paired with the grey turtle neck. It’s screaming for some silver buttons.
Lore 8/10
She seems well integrated into the story as a side character with main character potential. Her ability is a little wild but that’s my personal preference. It definitely fits with her character and doesn’t seem too overwhelming when you consider her position. Give that girl a nap though, she’s doing a lot for one character.
Fit into THSC 8.5/10
I can definitely see her as a background character in some CCC scene! Maybe she got a job there for a few weeks? Her key elements would translate perfectly into stick form.
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12 for Briar and Tamarack
12 was hard! That was Through Me (The Flood) by Hozier which is... very sad. I had to let this one cook for a while and it kind of diverted, but I hope you enjoy it anyways!
For context: Briar and Wyn exist in the same OL universe, but Briar has lived in Golden Grove her whole life (like Qiu). Her story is one of familial pressure since her mom wants to live vicariously through her.
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He feels the rising of a wave and knows at once he will not weather it
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Briar peers closer at her reflection in the mirror of her locker, tracing the curve of her lips with her lip gloss. The school hallways have yet to fully erupt into the noise and chaos of the morning rush, giving her a few moments of quiet to compose herself. She leans back from the mirror, and checks the clips holding her curls in place, twisting a particularly damaged piece of hair between her fingers. Years of straightening had done more damage than she’d been expecting, only noticeable when she started growing it back out.
Briar takes a deep breath, and smooths out the collar of her blouse. Her stomach twists uncomfortably when she glances down at her watch, seeing the numbers tick ever higher towards the start of school.
A small bubble of noise travels towards her, the voices a familiar balm to her anxiety. She looks beyond the door of her locker and spots three figures making their way down the hall towards her. Qiu is leading the charge with Tamarack and Wyn behind them, all engaged in conversation.
“Briar!” Qiu’s attention switches to her the instant they make eye contact, cutting off whatever comment Wyn was in the middle of saying. “Who do you think would win a fight, a trio of vampires or a trio of werewolves?”
“What?” She crosses her arms over her chest. Talking to Qiu is good for her on mornings like these, where she struggles to fortify the image of the perfect Briar Earnest. The little back and forth they’ve been perfecting since they were kids is simple.
“Tamarack and I are on the team of the werewolves,” Wyn says, slipping around Briar to tuck his skateboard into her locker, without asking she might add. “Qiu votes for vampires.”
“Can I vote for neither?” She gets a resounding ‘no’ in response and sighs. “Werewolves.”
“Hah!” Wyn loops an arm around Qiu’s shoulders, “get outvoted, Blue.”
“This is anarchy!” Qiu smirks back. “She’s only voting werewolves to vote against me!”
Briar shrugs, “Maybe I am.” Qiu squints at her, gaze full of friendly challenge. She isn’t really in the mood to respond in kind, busying her hands by adjusting Wyn’s board so it won’t get dirt on any of her things.
Tamarack shakes her head at the two of them, tucking her coat into her locker. “Weren’t you two going to go hunt through the lost and found for Qiu’s water bottle?”
“Oh, right.” Wyn says, far too quickly for Briar’s liking. He starts to pull Qiu down the hall, tightening his grip on their shoulders. “Let’s go do that!”
Once the two of them have vanished around the bend in the hall, Tamarack turns to face Briar with a gentle smile. “Good morning… Did you… talk to your mom last night?”
“I did.” Briar lets out a deep breath and closes her locker. “It went about as well as we all expected.”
“I’m sorry.” The other girl winces, taking a step closer to reach for one of her hands. Her palms are warm against Briar’s tense fingers.
“It’s fine. One of these days she’ll get over it.” She desperately wants to scrub a hand across her face, but resists. There’s far too much concealer and eye shadow fighting for their lives to hide her dark circles today. Futile frustration and anxiety well up in her chest, threatening to overwhelm her. ‘One of these days’ was just a lie she told herself to keep the fear at bay. Her mother was likely never going to stop trying to dig her claws into Briar’s life, trying to shape it to be the same as hers. Anyone who got irrationally angry at their daughter wanting to take science related classes in high school wasn’t going to give up after one argument.
“Hey.” Tamarack runs her thumb across Briar’s knuckles, smoothing out the tension in her hands. The smile on her face is warm and her words are gentle. “I’m proud of you for talking to her, I think that was brave of you. You know I’m always here for you, and so are Wyn and Qiu.”
Briar squeezes her hand. The feelings about the situation haven’t faded, but she appreciates the gesture nonetheless. Her situation isn’t something that words can fix, but it’s easier to let them sit in her chest knowing that Tamarack is there for her. She brings their joined hands to her lips, pressing a kiss to the other girl's knuckles.
Their relationship was new enough that the simple gesture blooms a blush across Tamarack’s cheeks. She twines their fingers even tighter and inclines her head down the hall. “Should we go help them search?”
“Ah, the incredibly legitimate search for Autumn's water bottle.” Briar lets herself get tugged along in the tide. “Next time tell Wyn to steal their water bottle before you show up, and not while trying to walk away.”
Tamarack just laughs and picks up her pace, their hands still tethered together.
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knock off tvd walter boys 1x02 review
Is there a reason the author wanted it to sound like altar boys? Do they all worship the goddess that is Jackie?
Damon, I mean, Cole, and the best friend. DRAMAAAAAA.
"He used to be the best quarterback in the county" why are we doing exposition like this? Can't she see a picture or a trophy or something and it can be a kernel for something to explore later?
This is definitely giving me when Elena went to Damon's room for the first time and saw that there were books and it was supposed to be a REVELATION.
Honestly, I'm probably just going to make constant TVD correlations now. If I didn't take this show seriously before, I definitely do not take it seriously now.
"He smashed up his leg last winter and now he can't play anymore. Cole lived for football" I can literally see this as written exposition in the wattpad story.
Why doesn't this child have to do chores?
"I usually warm up with a jog, sound good?" I don't run but is that not how every runner warms up for a run?
Show his abs all you want, he is not attractive.
This show is so bad at chaos. I know not everything can be The Bear and especially 2.06 of The Bear but at least channel Cheaper of the Dozen which this is also clearly inspired by
THIS is chaos.
Why wouldn't Donna tells Jackie that there's a schedule for the bathroom? Why wouldn't Jackie deduce that when there is a village of children living at this house?
Bro, I'm breaking that fucking camera.
I know it's supposed to be boys boying and I know teenagers are sociopaths but her entire family basically has just died. And you're doing things like bleaching her hair? Her family is dead! LIKE?
That Black woman deserves more than this Andrew Garfield funhouse knockoff. I swear this show fills me with rage.
"Hi." "Hi." That's your future mother in law and you guys sound like you barely know each other.
"They think we're too young" you look like you're 35.
Like at least when they wanted me to believe that Tom Welling was a senior in high school, it was Tom Welling so I got to look at this
"Jackie. Is this your locker?" Who ELSE would it belong to, Elijah Wood Stefan???
"Fellowship of the Ring. Do you know it?" I CAN'T DEAL WITH HOW PAINFUL THIS IS. Why WOULDN'T she know it? At least the title.
You know, Fake Damon and Fake Stefan are both extraordinarily terrible, Fake Damon this is how you tease-flirt? "Who takes this many notes?" "Me." "Pfft, yeah, dorks like you." ARE YOU IN GRADE 4? Jake Peralta that shit, man
AT LEAST MAKE IT PANDIE
"I'm not a dork!" "Relax, Jackie, I'm just joking" would you still be upset if someone called you a dork in the 10th grade?
What is Jackie's personality exactly?
"You need to come see me. It's not a request, Cole. Make an appointment soon." My guidance counsellors would just call you into their office in the middle of class.
"Damn girl..." never, NEVER, say that again.
I am crying because I think I'd rather watch TSITP and I hate TSITP.
This is how bad all of this is.
I can't deal with Grace and Surfer Damon in the same scene, I think I will throw things.
"Ladies." EW.
AT LEAST BE TIM RIGGINS.
I hate everything about this experience.
THEY GAVE A STELENA SCENE
TO JACKIE AND BLOND BIMBO DAMON?
"the cole effect" "damon just got under my skin"
Someone find me a current teen show that doesn't have stilted dialogue. Do they exist?
That is an aggressively blue cardigan.
"Janie left after you called her bangs stupid" did I just have a particularly mean high school? WHAT are these "insults"? Not even something like "Janie left after you said her bangs made her look like Spock"? REALLY?
Shouldn't there be a staff advisor for student council?
Why do you need to get married now? Just wait or elope if it means that much.
"You're not the only one who wants to get out of here, you know. I want to major in political science at Georgetown." Why is it a big deal in this show for people to have goals?
"People from my background, we don't have much political influence. I want to change that!" NO ONE SPEAKS THIS WAY.
*SCREAMS INTO THE VOID*
WAIT. wait. WAIT. wait. WAIIIIIIIIT. Matt Rife Knock Off Damon isn't a senior??? HOW OLD IS THIS MAN SUPPOSED TO BE?
I'm 14 minutes in. I'm only 14 minutes in. WHY.
Hayley. Jackie. Grace. Kylie. Erin.
"Is that obvious?" "That you're a New Yorker? Yeah." How?
So, there's this scene in the movie Twister where Bill's city fiancee goes back home with him so he can get divorce papers from his first wife and they end up chasing tornadoes, you know, as you do and she stays for dinner and she's just going through a shock and trying to be polite but is close to being catatonic
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that should've been a scene. And now I want steak.
"It's a good save with the hat, though." Is that not just common sense?
Has anyone read this story? Do the characters struggle to flirt and find things to talk about in the story as well?
"So you snitched?" You guys are pranking her and her family is DEAD.
Still, at least you're not Belly.
Did he just give her weeds? Like not even a flower but weeds?
No, I'm forwarding through the most awkward play fight or chasing or whatever they're doing.
Sombre music because Jordan who invades everyone's personal space has to give up his camera?
Oh my god, another teenager with GOALS???? THE ANOMALIES.
"Alex, thank you for sticking up for me" do you have any other dialogue with this non human person?
Jackie and Hobbit Stefan are terrible with absolutely no chemistry but she at least looks like she's trying with him
"Man, again?" SHE HAS BEEN THERE FOR LIKE THREE DAYS.
I hate everyone for asking me to watch this but myself the most for agreeing 😫
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Indivisible: Dhar Reincarnated
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Baozhai, Thorani, Dhar, and some pirates in the diner room of the ship, gaining a huge feast on their table. Most of them consist of seafood: Lobsters, shrimps, oysters, crabs, and tuna. There were even lots of fruits on the table too. A blue-pigtailed girl in tropical attire comes with a big bowl of salad in her hands,”Aaaaaand that’s all I got for everyone! Dig in!” She says with glee. Everyone at the table began to feast like a pack of wolves .
The first thing that Dhar takes is a big crab leg doused in lemon juice. He breaks it in half, revealing the white meat. The sweet aroma mixed with the lemon juice’s scent entered his nostrils, it told him to hurry and dig in. So he leans in then takes a big bite of the crab meat. He chews... His eyes widened, eating the rest of it under the leg’s shell. It tasted sweet and a little sour, but also a bit briny. Dhar then grabs some shrimp and grapes.
“Amazing right? Leilani’s cooking are the best for hungry pirates!” Baozhai claims as she grabs a lobster claw, and rips it with her bare teeth. The young man’s eyes dilate at the girl, muttering her name to take note.
The pirate looks at Dhar, her eyes looking serious. She swallows her food, “Sooo... Dhar? What’s with you?” A small hum escaped from the young man’s throat as his eyes darted at her. He holds up his index finger, pointing at himself. Baozhai nods,”Yes, I mean you. Are you uh... like okay?”
“I’m fine... Recovering from those crazy flyers. Why ask?”
“It’s because you don’t seem to recognize me or Baozhai,” Thorani worryingly says. Dhar lets out a long “ohhh” then follows it with,”I don’t remember anything that’s why.”
... “WHAT!?!” Baozhai and Leilani cry out while Thorani frowns, looking down. She had a feeling when observing Dhar’s behavior but it’s still unfortunate to hear otherwise.
Dhar’s fingers fidget with his knife and fork,”H-Hey,” he stammered as all eyes were on him. “My memories may be gone but I’m out on a journey so I can know who I am and all... So it isn’t that bad right? Did the old me do something to impact you two? ”
Baozhai looked up as her right hand waved her drink a little while the other went side to side, ”Ehh... Well you helped Ajna, I dunno you much personally. Albeit when first meeting her, you, and the others; you made a dumb joke about my crew killed by a sea monster.”
The young man blinked,
”I said what?”
“But that’s nothing too important I say aside from sacrificing yourself in the midst of chaos.”
“Like the rebellion?”
“... What rebellion...?” Thorani asks, concerned. Dhar tilts his head and answers her question,
”The rebellion that Zebei and Kushi told me,” he then explains what Lhan’s protectors mostly told him. The married couple’s faces were disturbed. Why would they lie to Dhar like that? All of a sudden, they heard Leilani whining as they turned to look at her.
”Wahh... Does that mean you don’t remember the great feasts we had?! You were so constructive when it came to my cooking! It really, really helped me a lot until Kogi came along.” The silver-haired let out a small chuckle, scratching his cheek,
”I’m sure there is a memory of mine that’ll pop out about it…”
After eating, Baozhai and Thorani decided to take Dhar outside for a tour of Port Maerifa. This is exactly what he saw in his dream. White structures with curvy gold roofs and blue cloths, a bar, bustling people and markets alongside the scent of the salty ocean. He then learns about the big building called the Tower of Wisdom, a gargantuan library whose academics catalog much of the world’s science and history.
Maybe he could pay a visit there sometime.. But right now, he wants to explore what’s in store at one of the stands and shops: seafood, antiques, art. Nothing much of interest yet until heard cries were heard at the main entrance alongside some clanging and angry yelling. Unsure what’s going on, the 3 dash their way to check what’s going on. At the entrance, they saw foot soldiers in black and gold armor attacking innocent people. “What in the sea spiral world is going on?!” Baozhai cried out, startled by the scene.
They saw some warriors trying to fight back, but noticed 3 soldiers holding out their hands to reveal mechanical gauntlets with a purple gem in their palms. The gems started to glow which immediately stopped 5 warriors trying to protect the place. Their colorful auras come out of their bodies.
“Is that... Iddhi?” Thorani gasps, covering her mouth with both of her hands. The Iddhi was being lifted off their holders, being absorbed by these devices. Those who used to have them; they fall down, weakened.
“What’s...? What happened to my powers?!”
“My body... Why is it so weak...?”
“I can’t... move...“
“I can’t get up...! What did you do?!?”
“Someone... Help...“
Their bodies were being picked up and apprehended into a cage, even those now in low stamina who still have Iddhi were being taken away.
“FOR LORD RAVANNAVAR!”
A soldier yells out. It was a horrific sight to see. Dhar turns to Baozhai and Thorani,”We need to stop them!”
The deva nodded, running off to aid the victims while the pirate queen grins,
”Well said, Dhar!” She lets out a hardy laugh and takes out her mini cannons, strapping them onto her arms. She aims at 2 soldiers that were about to kidnap some weakened warriors. BANG! Heavy balls are shot out, hitting them which releases the innocent residents as the soldiers are slammed against a cabbage stand.
The chief looks, pointing his sword at her,
”What do you think you’re doing, lady!?”
“Whaddya think you're with these fellas who have nothing to do with you!?”
With no reply from the man, he jumps at her and goes for a downward slash. Baozhai lifts up her arm, blocking with her cannon, and then grabs him. He grunts, legs flailing in trying to kick her,
”Soldiers! Get her!”
He orders before being tossed to Thorani,
”Ay hun! Incoming!”
Thorani was using her hair, dripping water onto an injured woman. The deva turns with a hum to see the flying chief soldier. She smiles, casually shoots a huge bubble, and traps the guy in it. She then turns to the woman,”Get to safety, okay?”
“T-Thank you...!” The bystander stands and runs off, soon being guided away by Dhar who was getting people away from the scene. “Stop right there!” He turns to see a foot soldier coming towards him until he stops, seemingly shocked,”L... Lieutenant?”
In response to that, Dhar’s face shifted to disgust,”Why would I ever lead or serve an army like you guys?” He unsheathes his sword, swiftly moving his blade against the soldier’s chest.
He yelps, stumbling back. Angry from the attack, he goes to bash him with his shield but Dhar blocks it by summoning a wall of rocks. Dhar then pushes him back, using the geo to slam him against the wall. As the swordsman was about to resume helping people to retreat, he got pummeled by another foot soldier, ready to steal his Iddhi.
“Dhar!” The voice was from Thorani. Thorani starts using the puddles to produce more water, lifting them up in a reverse waterfall motion, crashing it down to the guy while not trying to hit her ally. Dhar looks, seeing the tide carrying the enemy away as he lets out a quiet “Woah...“
“That’s Thorani for ya, mate! Amazing ain’t she?” Baozhai comments as she grabs the last soldier, slamming him into the bar counter which knocked him out cold. She whistles, snagging some gold and money from his pants.
The chief falls from the bubble and gets up, frustrated to see his comrades defeated,
”Fools... You’ll pay... All of you will!” He spats out to the 3 people that fought his group.
“Soon... We will bring back Lord Ravannavar. We will bring him back by doing what he wants! To bring back Kala and purge this world!” He soon calls his soldiers to retreat.
Now they are gone... For now at least, Dhar, Baozhai, and Thorani go to aid the remaining people that got attacked. One person muttered in fear, ”They’re back... The horrible Navar Army is back..!” Thorani goes to heal the injured with her water. “The Navar Army... Zebei mentioned that...“ Dhar quietly said.
Once they let Thorani finish healing them, the 3 headed to the bar for a talk. Dhar took his seat, requesting the bartender for just some water,”Baozhai, Thorani? This... Navar Army,” his voice went slightly quiet when mentioning the wretched military,”Zebei told me about them. They were defeated after their leader died, right?”
Baozhai takes a sip from her jug of beer, nodding as she begins to explain,
”From what we heard, yeah. However, years later of planning and stuff they came back for revenge. They now call themselves the ‘Neo-Ravannavar Army.’ Gotta say... Their tech is more deadly, they made a device where they can steal iddhi from anyone.”
“To this day, there are some people who believe in the tyrant’s ideals... It’s disappointing and sad if they try to bring him back,” Thorani sighs and drinks a bit of her jug.
Dhar looks down at his cup of water with his thumbs fidgeting. He sees the reflection of himself. Oddly, his black and gold armor looked fixed for a second as his face didn’t have scars. Huh...? He shook his head, seeing himself again but in his usual scarred state. The deva notices this, “Dhar? Are you alright?”
“Yeah... Just seeing things.”
Thorani hummed, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Hey, let's get you some new clothes. Traveling in rusty armor doesn’t suit you.”
The swordsman lets out a small chuckle, nodding. Thorani tells Baozhai they’ll be back for a bit as the wife in red waves the two off once they leave to go shopping. As the pirate queen starts conversing with random patrons; at the main entrance of the port, two familiar people walk in alongside a big bird. It was Zebei, Kushi, and Altun!
Zebei stretches his arms out, breathing in to smell the saltiness from the ocean,”Oh Port Maerifa how I missed you!”
“It’s been 2 months last visiting here”
“Still, Kushi. It’s nice coming back here. But aside from that, let’s see if Dhar landed around here,” the archer looks around to then notice Baozhai at the bar. He yells out her name to get her attention. She notices and raises her drink with a loud “ahoy”, glad to see her old companions again.
Zebei and Kushi went up to her, took their seats, and started talking to catch up on what they’ve been doing. It was a nice moment until Baozhai began the topic about Dhar. It’s a relief for Lhan’s protectors to know that he’s okay, however the pirate queen was a little suspicious of Zebei,
”So Zebei...?” Her voice was low and serious as her eyes glared at the archer,
”Why did ya lie to Dhar huh?”
Zebei chokes up when drinking his jug,”L-Lie...?”
Crud Dhar told her the story I gave him huh?
“Zebei thought it would be a great idea to lie to Dhar and hopes he’ll never remember despite he got a MEMORY of him talking to Ajna!” Kushi spatted and crossed her arms, huffing. Baozhai quickly turns and spits out some fluids of beer, yelling at the man,
”EXCUSE?!? Zebei, did you lose a part of your brain or something!?”
Zebei groans as his head slams against the table, not wanting to be lectured again. First, the 15 year old and now pirate queen herself.
Meanwhile with the ones busy shopping, they were able to find the perfect clothing and armor for Dhar to wear in his travels. Some chainmail, purple kurta, a white cardigan, leather waist in purple and gold, white baggy pants, and his boots were upgraded with more armor. After buying them as Dhar changes into his new attire, he ties the red scarf around his waist as a sort of charm to his appearance. He looks at himself in the mirror, looking like a professional soldier out on a journey. Thorani claps in glee,
”Oh Dhar, you look amazing!”
“Indeed! Heheh! Let's go show this to Baozhai!”
So the two left, heading back to the bar. Once they made it, they noticed Zebei bickering with Baozhai and Kushi about Dhar, debating that he needs to know or else it’ll end up bad. Just as their voices were getting louder, Dhar called out Zebei and Kushi’s names. The argument went silent as all turned to look at him. He was the only one just happy to the two again, if only Lhan’s protectors were happy too.
At least Altun gives the young man a gentle peck on the head,
”Don’t worry, Altun. I will never forget about you,” he says, petting his soft feathers.
Thorani goes up to Baozhai, asking her what happened. Baozhai starts whispering to her, explaining that Zebei lied to Dhar and made up a story for some stupid reason,”... Like yeah I get it. But either way, Dhar will learn in the future and will be very upset at Zebei. Aaaand possibly at Kushi too...”
The deva frowns and looks at Zebei as he is talking with Dhar,”... Maybe we should let Dhar be the one to know on his own. He needs his journey first.
“Right... it’s going to suck though.”
“Hey, Baozhai? Thorani?”
The married couple looked at Dhar.
“Do you know of a place that could upgrade my sword? Its condition is getting more chipped and damaged.” He asked, breaking away the odd tension between everyone. Baozhai waves her drink until throwing it away. Seems like she got one place in mind as she gets off her seat, guiding the others to Teotul while Thorani pays the bills before leaving.
Once everyone hops onto the ship, Baozhai’s pirate crew begin to hoist the sails; prepare the cannons; and anything ready to travel through the seas. The red captain heads her way up to the helm and grabs. ”Maties!” Her boisterous voice grabs her friends’ attention,
”We’ll be going to the Iron Kingdom!”
Dhar mutters the name and looks at his two traveling companions,”Will that place help me upgrade my sword?”
So Zebei begins to explain about the environment and culture of the kingdom. Dhar learns that it is known for their advanced technologies, weapons, large factories, and businesses that shaped the empire into one of the most powerful nations in Loka. It is all thanks to a princess named Mary for the sake of her father’s work.
“5 years ago, they were in poor condition because the environment was full of slime but don’t worry about that, the princess is improving and fixing some stuff nowadays,”the archer shrugs, cleaning his arrows. As the ship travels further, the skies start to turn green and cloudy.
Is that good...? Dhar wondered albeit looking concerned due to how depressing it looks. Everyone heard a big “Land-ho” from Baozhai’s voice as they turned their heads to see a dock up ahead. The swordsman notices dark structures with metallic accents, gears, and some steam blowing from some big chimneys.
Yep. That’s the place.
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my thoughts on disney descendants: the rise of red ❤️
spoilers below the cut! you have been warned!
this is a train of thoughts post that i wrote while watching the movie, meaning it has no rhyme or reason, so prepare yourself for chaos.
i love that their giving cameron boyce his flowers
the first song gives me the vibes of an early 2010s halsey music video! but i think kylie cantrall is a great choice for this movie, she has a great voice
brandy and paolo! brandy and paolo! brandy and paolo! brandy and paolo! brandy and paolo! brandy and paolo! brandy and paolo! brandy and paolo! brandy and paolo! brandy and paolo! brandy and paolo! brandy and paolo! i’m so happy to see them again!!
however, what does this mean for the timeline? is brandy’s cinderella considered a prequel now? or is this movie considered an extended spin-off, or even an alternate universe?
the wonderland character designs and costumes are GORGEOUS
the new set pieces for auradon are great too! the colors are so vibrant
red literally said, “i’m just a girl”
i really need to know how they roped rita ora into this lol! i think she was a great choice too!
BRIDGET?!
JABBERWOCKY MENTION
in my opinion, the dance numbers are underwhelming compared to the previous movies
WHAT’S MY NAME REPRISE AHHHHH
hostile takeover of the kingdom, okay girl lol
the visual effects for the magic give me powerpoint presentation vibes, but i love it lmao
THE MAGIC WAND?! HELLO?!
“you didn’t care then” oop— these two have some tension
“all you have to is swear allegiance. is that so hard?” “if it means compromising everything i stand for, yes”
“now make me proud for once”
“she can’t do it” GIRL YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE SAID THAT
chloe calling for her mom, omg stop
OH MY GOD THE FLASHES TO RED’S FUTURE?! i love that so much
i’m wondering if the whole time travel aspect is a callback to cinderella 3: a twist in time
the contrast of red and blue when it comes to red and chloe is beautiful!! (i’m shipping them so i need them to make purple lol)
YOUNG FAIRY GODMOTHER OMG SHE’S SO CUTE AHHH
i love chloe’s voice
the pairing of kylie and chloe’s voices? beautiful! unmatched!
fight of our lives is definitely my favorite song so far
“if you hear me out, then you’ll change your mind”
“cause we’re on opposite sides in the fight of our lives”
JUST TWO GIRLIES TRYING TO FIX THEIR PARENTS’ PERSONAL GRUDGES
so apparently cinderella and charming met and fell in love at an event called castlecoming? is that different than the ball or is it the same?
MERLIN MERLIN MERLIN MERLIN MERLIN MERLIN MERLIN MERLIN MERLIN MERLIN MERLIN OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG SWORD IN THE STONE REP
merlin teaching a class in his personal office is lowkey kinda cute lol
QUEEN OF HEARTS USED TO WEAR PINK, NOT RED!!! OMG SHE’S SUCH A CUTIE
young cinderella being a little science geek is so fucking cute, i love it
one note on young cinderella, but what did they do to her hair? her wig is literally shoved flat onto her head?
referring back to an earlier point, i think this movie would be considered an alternate universe when it comes to it’s relation to the 1997 movie
young bridget’s little cupcakes, i love this girl so much. i think she’s my favorite character
“why are you so nice?” “you get more with sugar than salt”
i like that we see what more magic in this one when they go back in time, considering it’s pretty much obsolete (and even banned) in the original series
STOP OMG ALL THE YOUNG HEROES AND VILLAINS?!
the magic cupcakes turning people into flamingos?! OKAY, BRIDGET! THOSE SUPREME BAKING SKILLS?!
i’m wondering why they chose to use ursula’s rather than ursula herself? unless ursula is going to show up later, of course
“i’m charming” “that’s debatable” GIRL!! i need to know if that was a small into the woods reference or not
ALL OF THESE WOMEN ARE GAY! THEY HAVE TO BE!! EVERY SCENE BETWEEN THE FRIENDSHIP PAIRINGS ARE LIKE MAL AND EVIE SINGING THE SPACE BETWEEN 100 TIMES OVER
“you have some serious intimacy issues” i’m crying 💀
not them going back to cinderella’s childhood house
cinderella really said, you can visit but you gotta work
“does it really count as being a good person if you’re getting a reward for it?”
the villains just casually hanging out in the black lagoon, i love that for them tbh, iconic
i love the way the song revenge was filmed. the velocity, the quick camera movements, it’s so sharp like the villains
love that they included the eels from the little mermaid, although they ginormous omg!!
something specific but that shot of birds flying over the mountains in the morning is so good
the shuffle of love, stop i love this girl so much
“if i was your mom” GIRL YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW
i looked at the time left in the movie, and this is literally so fast paced
NOT THE SHATTERING OF THE GLASS SLIPPERS STOP
CHARMING’S DEVASTATION
third act breakup argument
“you sound like your mom” “thank you” “and how’d that work out for her” BOOM CALLED OUT
i love the flashes to red next to her mom on the throne, the costuming in those sequences is to die for!!
“how do you know they’re a bad person?” “because she says so herself” “bad people don’t think that they’re bad”
get your hands dirty is really cute duet <3
morgie is meant to be this movie’s gil
the little background moments of hades and maleficent are so cute
archimedes reference
night falls callback
chloe sacrificing the glass slippers!!
wish we had a bigger struggle with the villains instead of just... them freezing after a magic book lol
“i’m a lost cause”
morgie is such a dork
the actor who plays merlin in this movie does a great impression of the original voice actor in the animated movie
these girls are making assumptions way too quickly about whether or not they succeeded in fixing the present time auradon. i really feel like this whole thing isn’t over
okay so it definitely isn’t clarified enough how they really defeated the past
i wish it could’ve been something more along the lines of they go to castlecoming and actually stop the villains in the act of hurting bridget. the ending felt too easy, something had to have gone wrong
lol uma’s little dance
ok so the ending is obviously leading into a new movie, which i assume will address the ramifications of the girls messing around with time travel and changing the past
i have the book that takes place between d3 and tror, so i’ll definitely be reading that soon to find out more about this wonderland storyline!
despite feeling a little incomplete, i’m gonna be honest folks, i still like this movie a lot, especially in terms of of music, and i find the plot way more interesting than some of the og movies.
objectively speaking, i don’t think it’s the best. but subjectively, i love it for it’s style and new ideas
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Hello, I was wondering if I could get a Tokyo Revengers match-up if you still do them!
Appearance: I'm a female turning 18 this year, I have mid-length hair which is dark blonde (almost brown-), I have light blue eyes and I wear glasses. I have light skin due to not being under the sun too often and that makes my moles pretty much more visible haha
I have a tattoo on my arm! It's the dopamine molecule.
Personality: I'm a passionate individual, I have tons of hobbies and I find it hard to pursue them all. I am pretty much sociable and I like to take charge of situations, but when my social battery runs out I don't speak to anyone for a few days.
I can keep a cool temper most of the time but it's better for anyone to not see me snap: my words cut more than knives, I'm not gonna lie.
I am supportive and loving towards my friends, I like to take care of them and I cannot stop reminding them how much I love them. I'm extremely loyal towards my people.
I seem pretty shy at first but when you get to know me I'm extremely chaotic and childish at times haha
Likes: I love going on adventures! Like going on late-night drives, going on a midnight bath in the sea... Trying new things (I like going to amusement parks)! I'm quite touchy so I adore hugs. I love drawing, writing reading, working out and especially running.
I like science subjects and overall going to school because I like learning new things!
Dislikes: I despise people who are closed-minded and disrespectful. I detest studying history and literature in general, I can't help it since I get bored easily.
Overall, I've struggled a lot in my life to become the person I am today (which I'm proud of) and that's why I feel the motherly instinct to protect the people around me and guide them if they are struggling.
I hope this wasn't too long and I apologise for any mistakes since English isn't my mother language (I'm Italian).
Sending you lots of love, sunshine, I wish you the most amazing day!💞
Hi. Thank you for the love. I’m sending it back. You don’t have anything to apologize for. You did great and it wasn’t too long at all. Please enjoy your matchup and I hope to hear from you again.
You Got…
Shuji Hanma!!!!
First off, he loves the tattoos
He’s pretty open to anything as long as it’s exciting.
He’s bored too, so he would make sure that nothing you two do is boring.
SO MANY ADVENTURES. He hates doing nothing so be prepared for dates at all hours of the day. He would love late nights especially. Seems like the guy to enjoy the night!
You two are both chaos but it would work so well. I think your chaos would balance out his chaos.
Would follow you to the moon and back. And if you needed to relax I think he would let you with only mild complaints. He can’t help it. That’s just Shuji. He’s bored a lot.
Would love you when you are calm, but would love you even more when you snap. He likes seeing his girl be a boss and not take BS from no one!
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I’m thoroughly miserable from a trip to the dentist so let’s make it worse! 😂
Episode 9 - La Locker Room Aux Folles
Well this is a delightful opening!
Spot on with the music choice, as always
Ted & Beard at Roy: one of us! One of us! 😂
I need to know absolutely everything about Beard’s life. It’s not a want. It’s a need.
Oh no, why did they change the angle of Beard ‘fainting’? Was funnier head on, I think
Poor Colin 🥺 (why did I really want to call him Greg? Who the fuck is Greg?? 🫤)
Sniffing clothes must be such a man thing 😂
Come on Issac, I know you’re angry but he’s trying!!
How fucking dirty are your socks, Dani, if Colin can smell them as soon as you’re near?! 😂
Oops 😂😂
YYEEEAAAHHHH!!!
🚨GIRLIE LUNCH! I REPEAT GIRLIE LUNCH!!🚨 I’ve missed them
You’re not supposed to… yet we all do it 🫣 I’m looking at you, Ted
*dramatic gasp* ‘So much blue’ 😂
Their relationship is so gorgeous. They’re fully cheerleaders for one another, and Rebecca is so lovingly maternal towards Keeley in just the right way 🥰
And here comes dadTed 😂
Yes, babe, sniff those biscuits. It’s not like you get them every day or anything
I love how everyone not at all secretly love Ted’s stories as absolutely nobody ever stops him from telling them 👍🏼
And of course Rebecca would flip her lid at the idea of him giving biscuits to anyone else (like Sharon) but Keeley is 100% fine 🥰
We all know money makes everything better. Great job, Ted 🫡 😂
‘Of course, Ted. Family first’ 🥹 beautiful
(There’s 3 people in this scene, but why does it feel like Rebecca & Ted barely take their eyes off one another…🫠)
These fucking lyrics 😂😂😂 and the girls just bobbing along to it
And Miss Rebecca, you’re face is being very wife-life right now. Just saying
‘Fuck no’ Roy, that is your boss! 😂
‘I mean, why can’t Ted do it. 😳 I mean, I’d love to’ 😂 he’s scared of Rebecca 😂 and she didn’t even have to speak!
‘I heard that’ SHES SUCH A MUM!! 😂😂
Mr Shelby. The more I see Jade the more I love her
THEY’RE SO BLOODY CUTE!! 😍🥰😍🥰
What does it say about me that the creepier and more of an arsehole Rupert is, the more I fall in love with Tony?? 🤔 Hmm
‘It’s worthwhile to meet you’ gagged! Oh she clocked him right away. Good for you Jade!!
He’s spouting his usual shit and she’s not falling for any of it. That is the face of an incredibly uninterested woman. FUCK HIM UP, JADE!! 😂
I fully expected that shot it reveal him watching them from that window 🤦🏻♀️😂
Oh what beautiful chaos! You just know this scene was a delight to film. Of course they’re having a passionate debate about guitarists, not football! 😂
Also you’re not fooling anyone by saying Joe is better purely because he’s from Kansas. Come on now, Coach.
It also perfectly highlights why we need more Beard 🫣
Hey now! Leave Stairway to Heaven out of this, man! I love that song!!
Beard at the door 😂😂
So true that the press care more about who is the best guitarist rather than football 🫡 journalism we actually care about! 😂
‘The guy from Cream’ 😂😂 they did that for Hannah! I have to agree with her though, Eric is a great guitarist!
Not gonna lie, I am surprised she even knew a rock band to name 😂
I, too, am sick of Roy being Roy. Brett has been wasted on the grump this season.
That’s what we want!! Give me all the Rebecca being Rebecca!!
So real of Leslie to cheer her walking down a hallway. He gets it
‘Get your hair arse into my office. Now!’ God, she’s got when she’s angry 🥵🥵🥵
‘Ooooo’ they’re all just a bunch of kids on a playground. I love it! 😂
Is his arse the only part of him that’s not hairy?? 🤔 That is a furry man 😂
Must be the pick on Richard episode 😂
‘That Ted’s son is failing science. Scandal’ Trent, you’re delightful and I’m sorry you’ve not been here the whole time! 😂
Going to Fairy Gay Godmother for advice. We love to see it 🥹
Henry’s poor teacher 😂
‘What the fuck is your problem’ ‘Wait, I know this one. You are!’ Rebecca, you sarcastic bitch. I love you! 🥰
This dynamic is absolutely gorgeous, too. I feel like Rebecca & Roy are maybe the only two who are fully real with one another without fear that they’re going to upset the other one. With Roy telling her she shouldn’t settle, and now Rebecca telling him he needs to figure out what it is he wants. I wish we had more of these two this season.
Hasn’t Nate got a team, too? Why does he always seem to be doing game play stuff alone?? 🤔 Or does he prefer it that way??
Rupert is disgusting. *insert clip of Hannah saying ‘I fucking love it’*
A guy’s night?? Don’t trust him, Nate! 🫤
Classic Chris & Arlo banter. I’m gonna miss it! 😂
Okay, so a spin off of Mae and the bar is actually what I want. Apple, you listening
Leslie, my boy, what is going on? Why you texting her when she’s right there? What did that text say?? I’m confused.
He was quick to jump in with that handshake stuff 😂 it’s been playing on his mind since they met, I’ll bet 😂
Issac, I know you’re angry, but you’re just being a dick now.
And moving your hand was such an arsehole move. Uncalled for, dude.
Uh oh, the girls are fighting 😳
Some more award winning ‘pretending to care about football’ acting from Hannah there. Nicely done 😂
This guy hand it coming though. Absolutely disgusting behaviour which, unfortunately, is very close to real life.
Okay, Leslie that really was the worst time for a joke, but I will say it did make me laugh 😂
I know it’s all for storytelling purposes, but the boys are right. It’s nothing new to them, So why have such a huge reaction now? These boys have such varied responses and reactions on things sometimes depending on plot point that it’s a little icky 🫣
Sam & Jamie have such a brotherly relationship now. I’m loving it!
Another callback to when Keeley entered the locker room and Roy didn’t want her there. Nice.
Them assuming Issac is gay because of his outburst is totally logical too. But it does kinda force Colin to say something, even if he feels he can’t yet, if he’s to step up for his friend 🫤
Them all looking at Jamie and him telling them he’s flatter is what? 📢GROWTH📢 Can you imagine season 1 Jamie in that situation?! 😳
Roy taking what Rebecca’s just told him and paying it forward to Issac 🥹 the boys are learning!
Fucking Will! 😂 you must just always assume he’s there someone because chances are he is 😂
I kind of love that they didn’t show Colin saying the actual words. It wasn’t needed.
‘You’re gay, big whoop’ exactly Dani. Big whoop indeed!
It wouldn’t be Ted Lasso without a folksy story that may not have anything to do with what they’re talking about 😂 Ted, all you had to say was ‘we do care. What we mean is it doesn’t change anything. You’re not alone’
Look at proud uncle Trent watching them all be amazing 🥹
HOW DO I FALL IN LOVE WITH THESE BOYS MORE AND MORE EVERY EPISODE?! HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE??
Okay Trent, he’s getting ideas for his book 👀 I’m excited! I’m loving your Dolly t-shirt too, btw 😍
He doesn’t have to hide anymore 🥹
Shut the fuck up, George. No one cares what you have to say
Go off, Mae! 😂 that is a woman you do not want to cross!! 😂
‘Not Claire’ these boys 🥰
Come on, Nate. You know exactly what Rupert is like. You’ve seen him with his assistant with your own eyes, for goodness sake. Like he was ever going to have a drink with you one on one. Be real, man.
Is this the end of his time at West Ham though? I hope so.
A ‘that’s what she said’ joke I’m not so many words? Okay then 🤷🏻♀️
Why would she give Ted talking points, Rebecca? You trust him now, remember
A Roy press conference is what’s I’ve always wanted 😍
And he’s using his time to tell a story, just like Ted. Brings a tear to my eye 🥹 GROWTH, PEOPLE!!
This episode really is just a PSA to football fans to keep their fucking mouths shut, and I love that.
‘Five o’clock shadow head’ ‘New Trent’ & ‘Goblin King’ are all why he needed to do more press 😂
He just wanted a hug 🥺
I knew this is what it all came down to, the fact that he was hurt his best friend didn’t feel like he could tell him. But he needed to hear Colin say that 1% chance scared the shit out of him. He’s rather they stay friends than live as his true self freely 🥺
‘The team knows. That’s enough for me’ ‘No one’s gonna say shit. I promise’ OMG I’m on my period and incredibly emotional right now. This scene made me cry just as much as it did the first time 😢
Him asking these question is so real 😂 I’m glad their friendship hasn’t been affected in the slightest.
And I agree, 1967’s Raquel Welch is *chefs kiss*
‘No. But you know I do, yeah?’ I MEANN!!!!🥹🥹
Another great song choice to end on, too!
Well that was another amazing episode!! We even got a little bit more Rebecca than we have since Amsterdam!! And angry Rebecca at that. What a win! 😂
Some absolutely great moments from everyone in this one, but I’m hoping Roy is going to start sorting himself out now and stop being such a grump. We’ve still got that scene of Roy, Keeley & Jamie from the promo to look forward to 🤞🏼
We’ve got Edwin Akufo back next episode which sounds like a delight, even with how he departed last time. My naive Tedbecca loving heart’ and knowing how much this show loves a callback, hopes that his visit involves inviting Ted to coach for his team. I’d love another scene of her telling someone, Ted in this instance, ‘I can’t make you stay, but I don’t want you to go’
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☁︎︎clouds disperse☁︎︎
“There you go, Miss Sandy! All better!” Mio smiled, wrapping up the last of her wounds.
Sighing, Sandy moved her arm, it was a little sore, but nothing some pain meds couldn’t deal with.
“Thanks..” She muttered, staring blankly at the wall.
Yuki and Mio shared a look, one of concern and worry.
“We need to cheer her up! But how?” Mio whispered to the older girl.
“Hmm…maybe some tea? That always helps Ms. Yashiro when she comes back from missions!” Yuki whispered back.
“Oh! Good idea! You go make it and I’ll stay here and try to make her feel better, ‘kay?”
Yuki nodded, heading out of the room swiftly. With an ever brightening smile, Mio looks back to girl sitting on the cot.
“So, what’s you’re favorite color?”
Sandy blinks, realizing a bit late that she’s being spoken to. “Oh..what? Mine?”
“Yes! My favorite color is pink, but yellow is also good.” Mio spoke, putting a finger to her chin.
“I guess, I really like blue.” Sandy shrugged, folding one leg over the other.
Mio almost beams with excitement, a toothy smile spreading across her face. Just then, Yuki returns with the tea.
“Here you are, Miss Sandy.” Yuki said, setting down the tea on bedside table.
“Thanks…uh…sorry, what were your names again?” Sandy asks with a nervous grin.
The girls waste no time in answering, bright smiles on both their faces. “I’m Mio, and this is Yuki!” Mio points to a slightly taller girl with
“We’re training under Miss Tsubaki to become healers! As well as medical professionals!” Yuki giggles, holding her head with pride.
Mio nods along. “Mmhm! You’re actually one of our first real patients, Miss Sandy!”
“Yeah?” Sandy arches a brow, her mouth quirking up a bit.
“Yup! Miss Tsubaki doesn’t really give any of the serious tasks to us just yet, since we’re so young, but she’s been a bit more lenient with letting us help out!”
Confused, all Sandy can manage is a weak nod. The most she’s been able to do for the past few hours is sit and zone out. After seeing what happened to Xen, there’s something creeping in her head. She was powerless to do anything to help Xen, and the only reason her best friend didn’t die was because of some weird magic-science shit. Sandy was useless, and an innocent person, one of the only people to ever understand her, almost paid the price.
How could she face Xen again? Wouldn’t that be selfish? Clearly something’s going on, and Sandy’s more than out of the loop. She’d just get in the way, right?
And almost as if sensing it, Mio frowned. “Is everything okay, Miss Sandy?”
Snapping out of her thoughts, Sandy looks up to the girl, whose now sitting on the cot.
“I’m fine.” Sandy says, clearly not fine.
Yuki and Mio share a look, but just as they’re about to say something, a figure rushes into the room.
“Yuki, Mio! Make some room!” Another girl demands, her bright pink hair the first thing Sandy noticed.
In a matter of seconds, the girls move things around until another cot is placed down, along with many machines beside it.
“We’re ready, Shiori!” Yuki shouts, and suddenly the room is crowded.
Two girls hurry in, carrying a man with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
Widening her eyes and scooting back a little, Sandy watched the organized chaos that was these girl’s process.
The girl with pink hair, Shiori, helps another with brown hair tied into braids lay the man down. They quickly start to hook the man up to the machines, putting what Sandy could only assume was an IV in his wrist. The man in question, however, just used his other arm to remove his cigarette and blow out smoke.
“Evenin’ ladies, how’ve ya been?” He smiles lazily, his thick southern accent sounding like something straight out of a cowboy movie.
“Mr. Mustang please, throw that out! Not only is smoking bad for your lungs, but smoking is extremely prohibited in the Infirmary!” Shiori commanded, glaring a bit at the man.
He only shrugs, taking another drag. “Tsubaki ain’t here, so what’s the big deal? This id’nt hurtin’ nobody..”
“Maybe you can survive it, but we have another patient in here, sir!” Mio pouts, pointing to where Sandy was sitting.
Taking notice of her, the man widens his eyes a bit, and Sandy is able to fully look at him. He’s got shoulder-length, messy blonde hair with a stubble along his jaw, as well as snake-skin boots and a flashy belt.
“Well now, didn’t see ya there darlin’, that’s my mistake.” He grins, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Who’s that? I thought y’all only took care of agents and special cases?”
The girl with twin braids answers, “She came in last night with Nyxx, who insisted that we take care of her and her friend.” She explained.
Nodding, the man, or…Mustang? Flicked his cigarette into a nearby trash can. “Friend, huh? Must’a been real bad if Nyxx had somethin’ to say about it.”
“That’s what I was thinking, considering he only really talks to Ada and Red.” Shiori expressed, looking up in thought.
More confused than ever, Sandy merely sat on the cot, staring as the girl’s worked around the man. Yuki, looking over, perked up.
“Miss Sandy! You haven’t had any tea!” She walks over, a gentle smile on her face. “Trust me, it’s good. It’s one of Miss Tsubaki’s herbal blends, it’s supposed to make you feel lighter!”
Hesitating, Sandy merely looks at the tea. “Thanks, but I think I’m alright.”
“Don’t be shy, uh, Sandy, was it?” Mustang calls from the other side of the room.
“Yeah.” She confirms flatly, already tired of this conversation.
“Well, you can trust me on all this tea business, alright? It really does make ya feel good, and who knows? It might loosen ya up!” He laughs.
Narrowing her eyes, Sandy turns from the man to stare at the tea once more. Then, with a sigh, she downs it like a shot. Well, all that partying experience really does pay off sometimes.
Not in this case though, because as soon as she set the cup down, Sandy felt every kind of dizzy. “The hell…?” She mumbled, her words slurred.
“Oh dear, oh no! Miss Sandy! You aren’t supposed to drink it that quickly!” Yuki panics, reaching her hands out then pulling them back.
“Haha! Alright! This girl knows how to party! I’ve only seen alcoholics down a drink in one swig like that, I’m impressed!” Mustang cackles, throwing his head back.
“Mustang! Do not encourage this!” Shiori grumbled, tightening the bandages she was wrapping around his waist.
“Ow! Hey!” He winced. “That’s where I got shot! Ain’t ya supposed to be a healer?!”
“We’re doctors, Mustang, not push-overs. Now shut up and settle down, otherwise I’ll just call Miss Tsubaki in here to deal with you.” Shiori threatened, and Mustang quickly shut his mouth.
Still recovering from the wooziness, Sandy could barely focus. Blinking rapidly, she gripped onto the cot.
“What was even in that?” She rubs her head, then the room begins to look wavy. “…the fuck?” Sandy mutters, looking around as things start turning into other things.
“Great, she’s having hallucinations.” The brown-haired girl sighed.
Clearly barely holding it together, Mustang struggles not to laugh, avoiding the glaring daggers of Shiori’s eyes.
“Oh goodness! Please, Miss Sandy, lay down! The effects will wear off in a few minutes, so please be still!” Yuki frowns, looking more like a frog with stars for eyes than a human in Sandy’s vision.
“This is fuckin’ craaaaaazzzzy…” Sandy giggles, falling back into the cot, staring at the ceiling.
“Miss Tsubaki is gonna be so upset!” Mio whines nervously, tapping her foot in worry.
Finishing up with Mustang’s injuries, Shiori heads over to check on Sandy.
“Relax, both of you, she’ll understand if you tell her it was an accident. After all, this girl isn’t a regular patient, so really the blame falls on no one.” Shiori reassures, still looking a bit displeased at the giggling Sandy.
And Sandy, well, she accepted the fact that she was definitely tripping. The ceiling turned into a blue sky filled with rainbows, and cupcakes walked with hairy legs. Laughing harder, she could barely contain herself.
“Holy shit, haha! This is so wild!” Sandy cackled, kicking her feet.
On the other side of the room, Mustang bursts out laughing as well.
“Mustang!” Shiori yelped, furrowing her brows at the man.
“Sorry, I-I just can’t! Look at her! She’s droolin’” Mustang slaps a hand over his, his whole body shaking.
“You know what, I’m just gonna go find Miss Tsubaki and let her handle this, Nanami, come on.”
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Xen wakes up with a start, as the smell of burning fills her senses. Shooting up, she looks for the source, panic settling in when she can’t find it. Her breaths shorten, and theirs a burning sensation in her lungs.
“…en. Xen. Xen!” A voice shouts, shaking her shoulders harshly.
Centering herself around the voice, she grabs onto the hands, squeezing them. Unknown to her, tears fall down her face, steaming.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re alright, Xen, calm down.” The voice comforts, sounding vaguely familiar.
“Wha…what?” She mumbled out, her voice sounding strained.
The sensation wears down, until eventually fading all together.
“There you go, that’s good.”
Looking up, Xen meets the eyes of Nyxx. His mismatched eyes are both a bit weary from something, but they also hold a bit of understanding.
“Nyxx?” She asks, struggling to figure out if this was real or not.
He nods, then takes his hands away from her shoulders. “You, uh, you had a lot of people worried, you know?” He rubbed his neck awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.
Still a bit confused, Xen tries to gather her bearings. She seemed to be in a hospital room, but nothing except Nyxx felt familiar. How long was she asleep?
“I did? Sorry.” She apologizes, fiddling with her fingers. “Uh, where am I, again?”
“You’re at EDEN Academy, a school that specializes in training people to help get rid of Ghouls, or become Devil Hunters.”
“Riiiiiight.” Xen arches a brow, a bit disbelieving. “And, why are you here? In my hospital room, I mean.”
He smiles softly. “I was just checking on you, Tsubaki asked me to, after all.”
A bit flustered, Xen is distracted by the distant sound of running. It’s a bit strange, Xen normally couldn’t hear that well, so how…
Just then, the door flies open, revealing a very distressed Sandy with a Coke in her hands.
“Xen!” She yelled, relief written all over her features.
“Sandy!” Xen squealed, smiling broadly.
Opening up her arms, Sandy wasted no time running into them.
“Jesus Christ, dude! I thought you were gonna die, don’t you ever do that again, got it?!” Sandy rambled, still holding the can.
Laughing a bit, Xen covered her mouth. “I promise, and, I’m glad you’re okay too, Sandy.”
“Haha, yeah…”
Sandy’s voice drifted off, and the telltale sign of her realizing something flew across her face.
“What’s wrong?” Xen wondered.
“Uhhhhh, it’s nothing! Just, uhm.. okay, don’t freak out, alright?” Sandy grinned nervously, squeezing the can with both hands.
A bit scared, Xen tried to figure out what Sandy was worrying so much about. “Okay…? What’s happening, right now?”
Sandy glanced to Nyxx, who looks equally as frazzled. He shrugs once he notices her stare, and Sandy turns back with a huff.
“Okay, okay. Just, seriously, it’s not a big deal, like, at all.” Sandy began, her eyes flicking to above Xen’s head.
Without thinking, Xen pulled on a piece of her hair, a nervous habit, then paused. Raising it up, Xen noticed the bright green that replaced her previously dark brown hair.
For a few moments, Xen lived in ignorant bliss, not comprehending what she was seeing. Then, the realization kicked in.
“Sandy…” She muttered, her eyes widening.
“Xen?” Sandy squeaked, cringing back.
“Sandy!” Her voice raised higher, looking to the other in terror.
“Yeah?!” Her shoulders bunched, her smile nervous.
“MY HAIR!!” Xen screamed. “IT’S GREEN! WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!”
Sandy could only laugh, her tone anxious. “What do you mean? It looks great on you! Matches your eyes! Or…uh.. never mind. Do not look at your eyes!”
With more horror settling in her bones, Xen scrambles out of bed, toward what she assumes is a bathroom.
Her entire eye, from the iris to the sclera, it was all green. The only part being saved were her pupils, which remained black.
Her mouth fell in shock, and all she could do was stare. Until it became to much, then she screamed.
“WHAT?!?!”
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lmao that was hilarious @3xen
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Darkness Reborn ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Final Chapter Pt.9
[Area : Planet Wisp - Mariko Nanba]
Mamimi : So this is Planet Wisp?
Drawcia : Yep. This place existed when it arrived mysteriously in Mobius, thinking that Eggman turned over into a new leaf by building an instellar amusement park in outer space. What was it? Egg Planet Park?
Mamimi : That's name of the setting. I see, how it is. Big Amusement Park, big changes at the school, and big...Uh-oh. I forgot about Eggman turning over into a new leaf. I believe he had a few cover ups, by consuming Planet Wisp turning into an attraction for this kind of amusement park!
Drawcia : I see that. Hopefully, these Egg Pawns made a good return after their long break of hiatus, I wonder why those Chaos Emerald would had the power to awaken demons and machines go berserk like the Gizoids Emerl and Gemerl, both of them went berserk because of the energy that Ancients in Mobius told to prevent the emeralds destroying mobius! Since the Mobians of Influence had the selfish deed to keep everything a secret! Did not know of how are we going to stop a mad scientist from turning a planet into one of his attractions, it's probably for the sake of their own kind.
Mamimi : Uhh, This is an unexpected turn of events happening on Real World AU, but with the Ohkuboverse tearing through the fabric of space time, I wonder what's becoming a mess to Real World AU, we gotta find those wisps and give them a proper greeting since we arrived on this planet SEGA mentioned it.
[In the City - Masaru Setsumaru, Tadashi Kinukawa]
Mamimi : So, these are the wisps. I wonder where is this thing called "Yacker"?
Sonic : Oh, hey. You must be the paper girl from Earth. I'm Sonic, this is Tails.
Mamimi : Nice to meet you a fairly greeting, the name's Mamimi Samejima and I'm an individual from Earth as well, a part of Real World AU. By the way, I'm formerly from Japan, but I lived in a foreign city called Atlanta, a city that partially on earth. It's in Georgia.
Sonic : I see...
Tails : Yeah, we know places from around Real World AU alot and not to judge, we're not much visitors to--[in a booming voice] EGGMAN"S NEWLY INCREDIBLE AMUSEMENT PARK WHICH IS HIGHLY SECRETLY A FACADE! [In normal voice] Probably indeed that it's probably a minor set back since Colors was shown and unveiled in TGS or even on the net.
Mamimi : I see...[shakes head to fix her hair] So what are you in here for?
Sonic : Saving aliens and kicking egg butt, I bet Baldy Mcnosehair would be really teed off if he finds out that we were sneaking into the amusement park to saving these little guys to uncover the cover ups that eggam has got.
Mamimi : Oh that's clear. If there was a meaning to ethe xplanation to those of how to find the colors within all seven of them, we should find a way to bring everyone's colors back.
Drawcia : Sorry for not speaking and greeting in a bad manaer, I'm Drawcia, head of Drawcia Family Corporation, the largest science corporation in all of Japan.
Tails : So much, for having such a visitor that came all the way from earth.
Drawcia : It's Real World Earth to you.
Tails : As I was hoping that we found the Wisps' power that have the Hyper-Go-On energy, Eggman was capturing these fellas and turned into Negative Wisps, the dark energy that was originated from the remains of Dark Gaia.
Drawcia : Dark Who? You mean that name of a demonic parasite that resides in the core of Mobius? That demon is dead in which you, the blue hedehog killed it, and he doesn't come back, by the way it pains that the name Dark Gaia is actually a name for a Terranigma boss character, that your company stole from! But in case of secrecy, [whispers into Tails' ear] Dark Gaia was actually by Ancients' enemy, The End itself, when it thinks that it broke the planet in pieces, but it realizes the Ancients that put the fault on a disaster that they created. Yeah it was their emeralds that did it or maybe the The End itself did broke the planet in pieces. Who says anyone is responsible for the madness they caused, that's on them.
Tails : And more importantly, we finally found out that Soul Eater's protagonist hates colors and that someone that hates colors the most is a demon of inky darkness. Mario got it all covered when he took that demon queen to interrogate her while disguising herself as the protagonist herself. She knew that she let everyone astray from the truth and became stubborn, all she cares about is that kid Crona but she didn't forget her old lover, Bendy.
Sonic : She did not cared about Crona, she got that kid who turned out to be an experiment made by that Black Figure that killed a Communist. Franken Stein
Drawcia : Oh, that Stein. The Stein who was killed is a communist? You mean Dr Stein? He's a filthy communist who came from Europe and Sammy Lawrence hates communism, so he killed him anyway and disguised himself as the meisters' teacher, just to manipulate them fair and square.
*RUMBLING*
Sonic : Is Planet Wisp shaking or is it that vibration that randomly came from nowhere.
Drawcia : [gasped] It's the Ohkuboverse! It's trying to destroy Real World AU!
Tails : Sonic, get a load of this! It's telling us that Someone is rebuilding Death City in the State of Nevada by using Toon World?
Drawcia : Rebuilding Death City? Toon World? I didn't say anyone about rebuilding Death City by Toon World?
[Event : Eclipse Cannon - Yutaka Minobe]
Inky Albarn : [voice heard] At long last, for years of fixing Bendy's mistake, I guaranteed to you all that I will become the ruler of this world today. As Demon Queen of the new world to all of those that live in Real World AU, I will give the Kusakabe a demonstration to the powers of darkness and give them the meaning of their demise and despair. Fall into Darkness, and create a new empire as OVERLORD OF THE WORLD!!!
*DBZ SFX : ENERGY EXPLOSION*
Drawcia : What the Heck was that!? Is that the power of Inky Darkness!?
Sonic : No way! This was all of Inky Albarn's plan all along!
Mamimi : My God, State of Nevada has fallen into Darkness.
[Inky Laughing evilly is heard]
Sonic : Darn! What now!?
Drawcia : Inky Albarn has finally did it, she rebuild a replica of Death City to become nothing more than...."Demon City"
"NEW STAGE UNLOCKED : DEMON CITY"
Tails : Only for the state of Nevada is to pray that light will stop anything and there's nothing for us to do.
Yacker : [alien noises]
Sonic : Not now, Yacker. Can't you see that were thinking on Nevada being total debt right now?
Tails : Hey, wait. Yacker was trying to says "There maybe hope for us to save Real World AU from that darn no good demon."
Sonic : And what's the good news.
Tails : And he says something more. "But if we combine all seven colors, you might be lucky to use the Seven Chaos Emeralds and defeat the demon queen for good."
Sonic : That's great to hear, Yacker. Not a half bad idea. To stop Inky Albarn to save Nevada from the clutches of that Soul Eater, is to gather the Chaos Emeralds and then I will get into contact with Smash.
Mamimi : This sounds like a perfect job to catch that scoop! And I will get the latest details for Takkun to hear this one out!
[Theme of Sonic Colors - Fumie Kumatani, Kenichi Tokoi]
Sonic : Yeah...That'll might work as a Rainbow.
[Seven different color wisps gather around the group]
Sonic : Well, Yacker. These friends of your will do come in handy, I'm surprised that they will make up a rainbow that will give Inky Albarn a taste of her own medicine, that is an absolute dream come true.
Mamimi : Now this is a scoop I wanted to catch!
*CAMERA FLASHES*
[NEWSPAPER : LOCAL SEGA MASCOT FORMS A GROUP OF ALIENS TO SAVE EARTH]
Mario : Hmmm...What do you know? Front page. This will give us of Plenty of time to help him out and I agree that we can fix that problem and cleanup on all of their author's mess. Square Enix is not that stupid to think that our world would be in vain. What a bunch of-a pussies. This should clearly to begin that Real World AU will not be in vain. Guess it's time that she cleanup this world's mess and to stop the demon's reign of terror, I've got a plan that will destroy Inky Albarn's reputation. I know someone. [telephone ringing]
Luigi : Phone call, Mr. Mario.
Mario : [answers phone] Hello, Cloud. Yes, I got a rival that will handle your company's mess. About Ohkubo? Why would he? Of course, that man's a crazy one and a weirdo to Japan. So, you decided to fire who? Gorgon Witch Sister that tried to destroy our world? Of course they've been fired for committing series of crimes throughout the years, turns out that they were doppelgangers created by the real Gorgon Sisters whom they used them as decoys. That is good. Okay, I will make any adjustments for further details. Okay, then. Bye. [hangs up phone, but then dials a different a different]
*Phone dialing*
Snake (via phone) : Hello?
Mario : Snake, this is Mario from Smash. I got my rival in contact, we found out that he has found a way to stop Inky Albarn and he has these colored aliens wisps, and he could definitely that he would have the power to bring everything in order.
Sanke (via phone) : This is really starting that Square Enix is going to be in hot water when they found out that the Protagonist of Soul Eater has been a fake the entire. You want me get Bowser's son to bring the world's colors or you can use FLUDD in an stant to wash up all of Inky Albarn's act.
Mario : ....Very well. I will make sure that Soul Eater will be nothing more than a pile of bones to pick with. Tonight the World of Soul Eater is finished! And Real World AU will go everything back to normal. Now that's the explanation of who's responsible for the madness, that would be humanity or the gods and goddesses of Greece their selves. Humanity will be having something in their painting hands that are red with someone's blood. Paint it black or Paint it red. That's how edgy Black and Red. Now then, [turns to look at a portrait of Smash Fighters in 2001] Get me the Smash fighters, all in together.
~ Eighty Seventh Scene : Reach for the Stars ~
#super mario bros#super smash bros#kirby#flcl#sonic the hedgehog#soul eater#fire force#nintendo#sega#adult swim#square enix#production i.g#gainax#crossover#drama#dark comedy#horror#mystery#thriller#supernatural#dark fantasy#science fiction#action#adventure
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The Basics of Claudia
Full name: Claudia Louise King-Freedman
Nickname(s): Chaos Claudia
Age + Birthday: 19, April 1st
Gender, pronouns, sexuality: Female; she/her; closeted lesbian
Height: 5'0"
Hair color: Blonde
Eye color: Blue
Tattoos: Four
Piercings: Ears, bellybutton, nipples
Languages: English. minimal Hebrew, French
Occupation: University student & musician
Relationship Status: Single
Children: N/A
A Look at Her Life
drug mention tw, drinking/alcohol tw, alcoholism tw
Claudia was born to parents who were only fifteen and had no idea how to take on the task of being parents. Deciding that they couldn’t raise a child yet, she was put in the system when she was a month old. Cooper was the pediatrician that she saw as a toddler, and she took a liking to him and vice versa. After a lot of persuasion from Cooper, he and Charlotte chose to foster to adopt, and Claudia became a permanent member of the family. When she was young, she was one of the sweetest kids you’d come across. However, despite this, people would tease her and call her dorky because she had clunky glasses, and she always seemed to have her nose in a book. She’d walk around every day with her hair in pigtails, wearing cute little dresses. It carried on that way until high school. On her first day of high school, a few girls two grades up decided to take Claudia under their wing. They were far from good influences. Claudia started to change, both appearance and personality. The good girl in the pigtails and dresses with the big glasses was replaced by a leather jacket, ripped jeans, contact lenses, and red lipstick wearing girl. Her books were becoming more and more untouched on her shelves. She would skip class, mouth off to teachers. She’d go hang out with her friends and smoke, drink, and whatever else they’d say was a good idea. When her friends graduated after she had finished 10th grade, she was left to fend for herself. The person she had become still stuck for the most part, but she tried a little harder in school, mostly because her parents began to crack down on her for slacking so much. She had a knack for English, math, and sciences, so while she may have been doing poorly at things like geography and history, she still had something she could excel in. She did still find herself in trouble a lot though, despite starting to put in more effort into her learning. She found it hard to give up the smoking, and the drinking. The latter, she still does regularly, trying her best to keep it a secret from her parents. She doesn’t think it’s a problem. When she was 15, she came to the realization that she was gay. She knows her parents will probably be okay with it, but the fear that maybe they won’t be is something she thinks about a lot. The world not being the most accepting place either is the reason she’s still in the closet. She has been debating coming out, but she wants to make sure it’s the right moment for her, so despite being almost 20, she’s just very insecure with herself. Claudia has always been curious abut her origins. Not because she didn’t love Charlotte and Cooper, or her siblings, but because she felt abandoned by her birth parents. She struggles with it because she’s wants to know about who they are and she kind of wants to meet them someday just so she can ask why the hell they gave her up, but she also has a lot of hate in her heart towards them. Claudia is in university currently. She’s got aspirations to follow her parents’ footsteps into the medical field, hoping to be a trauma surgeon. She also has a passion for music, and will write and perform in local showcases, coffee shops, and various all ages venues.
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Jayce was pretty sure he was a great teacher.
After two fun years teaching science workshops at an elementary school, he was convinced he’d nailed the perfect job. The kids adored him, paid attention in class, and were super easy to entertain with the endless fun activities he brought in. The way their eyes lit up at even the simplest experiments gave him a kind of joy he couldn’t get from anything else.
That joy was what made him jump at the chance to teach physics in high school. If the little kids loved him, surely teenagers wouldn’t be that different, right?
Wrong. So, so wrong.
Day one was a total disaster. Jayce had prepped an amazing intro lesson, full of games and simple experiments to grab the students’ attention. He had even spent way too much time fixing his hair that morning, realizing that first-day nerves weren’t exclusive to students.
The classroom was a shared lab with the chemistry department, and as Jayce walked in, he felt a confidence that, in hindsight, could only come from complete ignorance. He took a deep breath, swung the door open, and three things hit him right away:
1. Teenagers smelled way worse than elementary kids.
2. They were not kids. They were mini-adults, —and Jayce could feel himself starting to sweat.
3. And why was there a blue-haired girl dancing on a desk?
The room was pure chaos. Students were yelling, the noise was deafening, and everything was a mess—even though the bell had just rung. Jayce quietly walked to his desk, put down his bag of supplies, and realized no one even noticed him.
— “Uh, hey? class? Hello?”
Not a single head turned. Jayce’s confidence shattered a bit, but he wasn’t giving up that easily. He raised his voice—a rare move for him.
— “Alright, everyone, quiet down and take your seats, please!”
A few teens actually looked his way, and the chaos settled just enough for people to find their seats, though the chatter didn’t stop. Pulling a piece of chalk from his pocket, Jayce wrote his name on the board.
— “I’m Mr. Talis, and I’ll be your physics teacher this year.”
For the first time, the room actually went quiet. Jayce finally got a good look at his students. Two girls in the back were looking at him, whispering and laughing, but everyone else? They were completely checked out. Some were playing with a paper ball, others were glued to their phones or sketching in their notebooks.
Jayce realized that if anyone was going to fill the silence, it had to be him.
— “So, uh, as you know, physics is—”
— “Mr. Talis, are you new here? I’ve never seen you in the halls before”. — a red-haired girl interrupted from the back.
— “Uh, yeah. This is my first year here.”
That was all it took. Suddenly, all eyes were on him—just for a second. Then the students started looking at each other and burst into laughter. Jayce felt like he’d shown up to school naked. The noise level shot through the roof, and whatever enthusiasm he’d had walking in completely crumbled.
For the rest of the hour, Jayce tried to stick to his plan—a few trivia questions, a group game—but no one was paying attention. The only time anyone talked to him was to ask for a bathroom pass or to awkwardly ask if he was married.
By the time the bell rang, Jayce was just done. He started packing up his stuff while a few students stuck around for their next class—chemistry.
Just as Jayce reached the door, it swung open, and in walked a man. He was noticeably shorter than Jayce, with pale skin and round, old-school scientist glasses. What caught Jayce’s attention even more was the polished wooden cane the man leaned on as he made his way directly to the teacher’s desk, completely ignoring Jayce’s presence.
Jayce’s first thought? They are going to eat him alive.
But when the man raised a single slender finger to his lips, the entire room went dead silent. Every single teenager returned to their seat, straightened their posture, and fixed their gaze forward.
Jayce stood frozen. Was this a prank?
— “Professor, if you wouldn’t mind stepping out and closing the door, I’d like to start my lesson.” said the man without even looking at him.
Oh, Jayce thought, it’s the accent. That’s why they listen. I get it.
— “Excuse me? Professor?”
Now the man was looking at him, and his eyes could’ve cut through steel.
Oh. It’s not just the accent.
— “Oh! Uh, yeah, of course. Sorry about that. Good luck with your class”
Jayce practically sprinted out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him with a loud bang.
just a quick something :-)
physics professor jayce x chemistry professor viktor au… thinking
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the way i loved you — miya atsumu
it's 2am and you're cursing atsumu's name, and you're so in love that you act insane.
atsumu x fem!reader, bokuto x fem!reader, love triangle (lol), cursing, fuck buddies, mentions of sex but nothing smut (just for the sake of the fuck buddies narrative), angst (?)
haikyuu boys as taylor swift songs masterlist
© sakusafilm. do not repost.
there are really just some people... who are hard to forget.
and we will never understand why... even after the toxicity, the mixed signals, the chaos— it's still gonna be that person whom we want to see when we go home. we are always willing to compromise, to ask for an apology for something we never did... as long as they are here. as long as it's them.
“thanks for tonight, kotaro.”
bokuto kotaro is a gentleman. opposite of his funny facade, you had a very intelligent talk with him. he talked about science, and you loved it because, well, you love science too. every now and then, he would throw jokes and sometimes, he's effortlessly funny as he interacts with almost everyone he sees.
you enjoyed the date, long story short. the steak was great. the view from the skytree was breathtaking. your date was dashing, you're envied by every woman who saw. it was a night well spent and a second time isn't impossible, so you agreed. you agreed when bokuto asked you if wanted to spend time with him in universal studios osaka.
you were so confident when you nodded at him, with a huge smile on your face. planning out your first itinerary which would be the attack on titan themed park and that stupidly expensive levi ackerman popcorn holder. but once you entered your apartment, dimmed lights and emptiness welcomes you again.
you sat down on the couch quietly, removing your heels and finally letting your feet rest. you feel like passing out in the couch already, yet you never realized how tired you were outside. and this is exactly why you hate being alone. it makes you tired. it's not just being alone, you feel lonely.
you shut your eyes and cursed the air.
fuck you.
fuck you, atsumu miya.
you went out today, meeting a good man who seems so willing to give you the best and then you come home and remember that jerk once again. it's insanity. it's insanity how you allowed him to claim parts of you that no one could ever know. it's insanity how you remember him even in your own home, when he probably doesn't give a fuck about you anymore the moment he walked out last month.
he won't give a fuck. you know.
in his own words, you're just my fuck buddy.
nothing more, nothing less. that's how he sees you. a person of convenience. he will kiss you when he wants to and will drop you when he's done. you're nothing to him. what's worse is you know that you will be discarded sooner or later, and still you're out here, having a hard time forgetting about that man.
in your defense, you didn't know that it would happen. when you agreed to atsumu, you also just agreed because of sex.
you hated his guts, that's why you were so confident that you won't fall in love with him. he's arrogant and egoistic. a lot of times, he thinks that he's the best in the world. he wants people to meet his standards. he was the annoying twin brother between him and osamu miya. he's obsessed with volleyball. he's always shouting.
but atsumu miya... is apparently more than that. he took care of you too—brought you medicines when you're on your period, brought you homemade food and ate dinner with you whenever you're sad. he will throw jokes from time to time, and he would laugh even before throwing it. he loves to color his hair in blonde, blue or even ash gray.
whenever he caresses you, he's always gentle. taking his time, as if you were the most beautiful girl in the world. he would shower you compliments. he would kiss your forehead. intertwining your fingers onto him.
whenever you're skin-to-skin with him, it always felt right. like he's a missing puzzle, like he fits perfectly with you.
you were confused. you don't know if it's just you romanticizing the thought of him, or it's really him trying to be romantic. you got an answer early, though. it was all a lie. or maybe, you were just delusional that you thought atsumu miya likes you.
you opened your eyes and lazily stood up from the couch when someone knocked, combing your long black hair with your fingers and fixing the tight body hugging black dress you wore tonight.
you slowly opened the door, thinking it's just the old lady next door who loves giving you side dishes. but a yellow haired boy stunned you.
wearing a black hoodie from his team, hair is down the his usual styling. hands inside the pocket of his black jeans, atsumu miya returned to you. you can't help but scoff, looking at him from head to toe. you're trying to insult him, but atsumu doesn't allow people to get to him. he doesn't care. he has a thick face. that's exactly why after everything, he still came back.
he looked at you from head to toe as well, “went somewhere?”
“yeah, i came from a date and i'm tired and i don't have the time and luxury to talk with you so fuck off and leave me alone.” you're about to shut the door but atsumu stopped it with his hand, “atsumu, i swear to god.”
“i'm sorry, baby.”
this man. you hate him so much for this. but you hate yourself even more. you hate yourself when your heart fluttered when he started calling you that common ass endearment once again. you hate how easy it is for you to soften when it comes to him.
“let me guess, the sex isn't good.” you scoffed, “i don't want to see you anymore, atsumu.”
“i'm really sorry, baby—” it took so much courage for you to slam the door in front of his face. guilt immediately rushing down through your system after what you did. and you hate that because you should never feel bad at all.
that man insulted you and made you feel like a trash. he's probably just coming back because the new girl cannot stand him anymore.
atsumu can be quite demanding and dominant. he loves to go to random late night drives, waking you up in the middle of the night and pulling you out of your bed with your pajamas on. he loves to buy shoes, so when he does that, he will also make sure to buy you one even if you don't need it. he loves taking you out to dinner dates, giving your bouquet of flowers every damn time that it almost made your apartment a flowershop this one time that he consistently did it. he will do whatever the fuck he wants. he doesn't need anyone's opinion, so you know that it's also not that easy for him to get along with so many people.
yet you were full of consideration and you understood him.
but that's over now... right? right?
“do you have a schedule later?” the next day, bokuto went to the library with you to study. something atsumu and you never did before, you never asked him because you know that he will not love the idea anyway. but here's bokuto, doing simple study dates. less extravagant, but calmer.
“later? none. if i can finish everything right now.” you chuckled, “why?”
“uh...” bokuto hesitated.
“spill it out.” you told him, he chuckled.
“i'm just not sure if you're comfortable going to this like this... but a friend of mine is celebrating his birthday and they're having an open house party later. anyone could go, so...” he smiled at you.
“i don't go to many parties but i could make time, kotaro.” you smiled.
“oh no! you don't have to if you're not comfy, __!” he scratched his nape, “you don't have to force yourself—”
you chuckled, “it's really okay. i also want to have fun.”
bokuto bit his lower lip, trying to stop himself from smiling like an idiot, “well then, i'll fetch you, later?”
you nodded, “sure thing.”
you genuinely enjoy bokuto's company. he has a good sense of humor and is very respectful to you. very opposite of atsumu's unfunny sense of humor and disrespect.
it's been a while since you last went to a house party, or just a party in general. you are scared to see atsumu again. you know he's the type of person to go to every party in town. but since the night he went to see you again, you became pretty confident. you won't take him back, but you would love to see atsumu miya beg. if you ever see him tonight, you won't back down and falter.
you wore a simple white skirt and white tank top, partnered with white balenciaga heels and accessories.
kotaro: what're u wearing?
you: why 🤨
kotaro: so we could match
you were thrilled. you sent a picture of your outfit for the night to him and when you saw him pulling a black and white attire, just perfectly matching your outfit— you felt butterflies floating in your stomach.
atsumu could never. he will be too ashamed to do this, especially with someone who is just a fuck machine to him. this will make him cringe.
“you look beautiful,” you smiled at bokuto while pitying yourself. you never heard that from atsumu in random days. he can only say that to you after you reached your high during sex. he can never whisper that to you during a drive, in the morning after he wakes up, at the library because he never went with you there.
the celebrant's house is huge. they even have a swimming pool, already packed by people you don't know so you have to remind youself to not swim tonight. it's too crowded. bokuto greeted a lot of people and all of them asked about you too.
“i'm courting her,” is all that bokuto could answer in behalf of you.
courting. you really don't believe in the idea of it. before, it just seems like another way to love bomb someone. but tonight, it felt like a compliment. it felt just right. bokuto is charming and endearing, he makes you so comfortable.
“bokuto kotaro, huh?”
in the middle of the party, you tried to search for a comfort room and parted for a bit with bokuto. and while walking through the hallways, you finally saw him.
you tried to snob him, but atsumu reached for your wrist lightly to stop you. you flinch at his touch. it suddenly feels so cold. across the hallway, you can see the time: 2am. once again.
“can you just... listen? you don't have to speak, just listen to me.” it is an understatement to say that you were shocked that he has a calm voice. he sounds different, far from the atsumu you know.
“i'm sorry.” he says, “i don't have an excuse. i was mad and i told all of that to you irresponsibly. i'm really really sorry.”
you don't know what to say because for the first time, you feel like this is a genuine apology from him. your eyes started stinging just by the thought of atsumu lowering his pride for you. you told yourself that you won't falter, that you won't back down, but the only thing you want to do right now is to pull him into a tight hug again.
“i'm really really sorry—”
“i hate you,” you looked at him. atsumu dropped his hand and caught your eyes. he nodded, as if he's already accepting that, “i hate you so much, miya.”
“i know...” he answered.
“i hate how lowly you think of me. i am not your fuck toy. i am not someone that you can just discard when you're done. you're still here, because i allow you, not because you're that great and i don't have the fucking choice!” i told him. he nodded again, “i hate how you don't call me beautiful in random days, i hate how i cannot do matching outfits with you, i hate your corny jokes, i hate your reckless ass, i hate you how you just pull me to bed for a late night drive when i am still in my pajamas. atsumu miya—”
atsumu leaned, giving you a quick kiss. caughting you off guard. it tasted like mint and alcohol. you still remember, you never forgot even for a millisecond. it tasted like toxin that you're willing to take. atsumu miya is a poison to you.
“then i'll do it.” he said, catching his breath as if he's nervous, “i'll match your outfits. i'll be a gentleman. i'll study with you. i'll be funnier. i'll ask you first, your opinions, your thoughts. every fucking thing, baby.”
your lips parted, “you're just drunk, aren't you?”
“kinda wish i am.” he answered, “but i am very much sober tonight.”
“how could you do all of that with your fuck buddy?” you scoffed.
“what the fuck is love? i am still not sure.” he answered, “but when you started making my heart race, when i felt like i fucking want to intertwine my hands to yours every damn time, it scared the fuck out of me. i am a coward, i know. i told you those words because i can't believe that it's actually happening, it sounds lame to me. it sounds uncool and you know how obsessed i am to look cool all the damn time."
you watched how he ranted his frustrations.
“you look beautiful every damn second i see you. you make me want to do the cringiest things, all the corny stuff. you make me want to compromise. to understand. to face my feelings. to stay." atsumu says, “baby,”
it overwhelmed you but you understood how it must be so overwhelming for him too. a boy who doesn't take anything seriously, suddenly feeling a rush of emotion washing through him. an unfamiliar feeling at that.
you are not expert to things like this too. so you chuckled at him. you laughed as he stared at you.
“fool.” you remarked, “do you think i am used to this? do you think that i know better than you about falling in love? i agreed to our set up because i don't want to waste my time hurting for a relationship. and still, i ended up... like that.”
your eyes met his, “baby,”
“bokuto is amazing, you know. he compliments me. he's charming, endearing. he's sensible. everyone wants to be me whenever i'm with him.” you said.
atsumu's eyebrows furrowed at you, “do i look like i care?”
and then you said, “but he's not you.”
slowly, his expression changed. he scoffed and chuckled.
“goddamn, miya, i missed screaming at you, talking and fighting with you all the damn time.” you said, “it's fucking insane. you're insane.”
”we both are.” atsumu says, pulling you close, “the way we love each other is insane... like a rollercoaster rush.”
he's right. and he's the only one you'll love the way you do.
insane.
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come here bokuto ☹️
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Partners in Crime
Summary - Natasha is forced to confront her past after a certain witch decides to play mind games with the Avengers; that includes remembering the one person she regrets failing the most.
Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x KGB!reader
Warning(s) - The Red Room being shitty, canon typical violence, angst
Word Count - 4.2k
a/n - This could be read as a one-shot or I could extend it into a series, that I have definitely not started to plan out. I’ll leave it up to you guys. ;)
- Also, the vibe of their relationship was inspired by the song of the same title as the fic by FINNEAS. It’s nice and heartbreaking, but also one of my favorite songs so give it a listen.
- Last thing, this won’t impact the fic a ton, but I’m making Natasha’s past more comic aligned, meaning her date of birth is around the 1930s, not the 80s like in the MCU; so just keep that in mind.
Pt.1 Pt.2
If you would have told younger Natasha Romanoff that she would one day be fighting an evil sentient robot with the help of a god, a science experiment, a world class narcissist, and a SHIELD agent, she would have laughed in your face and then probably killed you.
But here she was, on a dark, humid cargo ship in the middle of Africa engaged in a three way shootout between the Avengers, Ultron, and some weapons dealers.
As soon as the shooting had started, she formed a list of the threats present in order of priority.
First, Tony’s murder bot and his, its? minions. She supposes a robot couldn’t possess a gender, but something about it was distinctly male. Probably the giant ego and the inability to listen to anyone except himself. Ultron wouldn’t bother her, he would most likely be engaged with Tony for a bit before making his escape. Nothing she and her twin glocks could do to stop that.
Next, his smaller robot clones. Those he would most definitely leave on the boat to add to the chaos and provide a distraction for his escape. They would be shooting at her, but more importantly, she could help take them out in return.
Finally, whatever mercenaries were left on the boat from the deal they had with Ultron. She almost didn’t consider them at all. Sure, they’d be running around shooting at everything, but they were like flies to her: low threat, annoying, loud.
With the mental list successfully mapped out in her mind, she chances a peak around the corner she was using for cover, immediately putting two bullets in a merc across the walkway.
She turns to intercept one of the bots making its way over to Clint when a loud crash sounds from the deck below her. A blue blur lands roughly into a pile of crates and that’s when she remembers the twins.
She chastises herself for leaving them out of her mental game plan.
The Maximoffs are unknowns, and that fact alone is enough to put them on the top of the threat list.
Natasha lets her body go on autopilot, relying back on her life of training to shoot at the remaining men and androids alike, while her mind is occupied with assembling a file on the enhanced.
The boy would be annoying, but she doubts that he would try and seriously harm any of them. The most she’d have to deal with is getting the wind knocked out of her after getting pushed down by him.
The girl however, was truly something that could provide a real threat towards the team. Natasha thought back to when they first encountered her at the HYDRA base, how Tony went radio silent before returning with the scepter, and how he didn’t seem entirely present on the flight back to the tower.
Thor’s voice interrupted her assessment as he announced that the witch had tried to warp his mind, but that his mightiness was sufficient to thwart her attack.
“Steve, you hear that?” The assassin checked on her comms, only to be met with a silence that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
“Thor, Steve, are you receiving me?” She tries again, adjusting her earpiece for good measure.
The ship was eerily quiet, as if all the sound around her was sucked out, as if she were the only remaining entity on the battlefield; and only now did she process how hot it was and how the dim lighting added to her unease.
She decided that checking on the boys had just shot to the top of her priority list and moved to descend the stairs when a presence moved out of the shadows next to her.
The next thing she knew she was no longer—
How
How did she end up back at the one place she had actively avoided going back to for the past few decades.
She looked around, now wondering why, why she would be thrust into this living nightmare where the walls felt like they were closing in on her and she couldn’t help but shake the feeling of being watched.
That notion of prying eyes didn’t go away, even as she swung her head around, sweeping the location for unwanted persons just as she had been taught here all those years ago. She turned around, poised for an attack, expecting to find Petrovitch or Madame B or something there besides the emptiness. Only to be met with the pristine ceramic floors and the old wooden walls.
Has this place always been this unnerving? She supposes so and chalks up her unease to the time and distance spent away and in the safe arms of SHIELD. She had gone soft. Or maybe it was the fact that she hadn’t always been lucid during her time here.
That didn’t matter though. All that mattered was the fact that she was here.
Alone.
Or so she thought before she finally noticed a figure pass through the hall in front of her, wrapping around the corner before she could start to analyze them.
Almost as if she didn’t have a choice, her legs started to move after the person, an invisible force tying her to them; who was it?
The path was one that led her down many cold, dark halls that felt foreign at first, until the familiarity of the place crept up from the recesses of her unwilling mind. Her entire childhood that she had worked so hard to shut out was being thrown right back into her face as she was forced to relive it.
She spotted them again right before they ducked into a room, shutting the door behind them.
She knew it wasn’t locked though, their doors never had that capability. Personal privacy was not a luxury they were afforded here.
She paused as her hand brushed the door handle; did she really want to face this, to face you?
She didn’t have a choice though, and it was silly to entertain the idea of one at all.
So she went in.
You were leaning up against the wall, your arms crossed over your chest and your head down in waiting.
You look up though when she walks through the door, a smile on your face as you push off the wall and close the distance between the two of you, gently closing the door behind your Natalia.
There’s almost no distance in between you two and her breath hitches as she looks into your eyes.
Those eyes that once were the center of her whole world, the ones that stubbornly held so much light and love despite all of the things they had seen. The ones that she had fallen in love with and found shelter in throughout the darkest part of her life.
Too bad she never had the chance to tell you any of those things.
Too bad you weren’t actually here.
But you were, right?
She cups her hand around your cheek, fingers brushing lightly against your jawline. It felt so real, you were warm, and you were standing right in front of her; so close that she could feel your breath on her skin.
“I miss you.” Was all that she could manage to get out, her voice so quiet she thought that maybe it would go undetected.
It worries her when a few seconds go by without a response, but that dissipates when she hears your voice.
“Oh Natalia.” You say, equally as quiet as a sad smile graces your face.
She can’t take it anymore.
The way you’re looking at her with those disappointed puppy dog eyes, the knowledge of chances not taken haunting her, her want need to be even closer to you.
So she closes her eyes and kisses you.
It surprises her when you kiss her back with equal fervor. It shouldn’t when she knows what she meant to you. You hadn’t been scared to let her know you loved her. She just regrets that she never told you her own feelings.
But you are here now and she is kissing you so she tries to pour all of her love into this one moment.
You stay locked in that embrace for as long as you can before you pull away, out of breath.
She looks at you and notices your face is wet with tears before feeling her own tears streaming down her cheeks.
Apparently that had been something you both desperately needed.
You step back, creating distance between the two of you and allowing the cold to wrap itself around her now that your presence is gone.
The silence was deafening as she waited for you to say something, her cheeks still flushed from the heat of the kiss.
This was how it was supposed to be: you two against the world, finding solace in the love you shared, and using it to shield yourselves from the horrors that were thrown at you.
She let that thought envelop her for a moment before once again being distracted by the silence and your movement along with it.
You had your back turned to her now, the sole dim lightbulb warping your frame and turning your naturally soft aura into the sinister one they had beaten into you from before you could speak.
“Why did you let them take me?” You voice the question that she had been tormenting herself with ever since she last saw you.
You round on her now, your voice taking on an edge that made her want to bolt. The accusing glint in your eyes causing her to break eye contact with you; something she hadn’t done since entering the room.
“You’re a coward, Natalia.”
Gone was the soul she had fallen in love with, the one she had shared an intimate moment with just seconds before. It had been wiped, replaced with one bent on destruction and making her crumble.
The dormitory that had once been a sanctuary for her, a place to shut herself in with no one else but you, suddenly seemed too dark, too cold, too hostile. You had provided the light that she needed to keep going, but now you had turned on her, effectively plunging her into darkness.
“Umph.” Her back hit the door roughly as you had rushed her, pinning her there with your hand around her neck.
“Please,” she started, but you cut her off by slapping her harshly across the face.
“No. I’m dead, and it’s all your fault.”
You release the death grip you had on her and stalk out of the room, disappearing into the darkness of the hallway outside.
The redhead bent over to refill her lungs before whirling around to sprint after you.
But you were gone.
Slipped from her grasp into the night air.
And just like before, there was nothing she could do to stop it.
She lowered herself onto the ground, a choked sob escaping her lips as she closed her eyes and hugged her knees close to her chest.
She didn’t know what to do so she just sat there, squeezing her eyes as tight as she could and hoping that you would come back.
Then she heard a voice calling her name, one that brought her comfort and safety.
“Natasha. Natasha, come on!”
It wasn’t you though as she had hoped for, it was the wrong voice and the wrong name.
The voice was pleading though, and she didn’t like how sad it sounded so she forced herself to open her eyes and look at the man kneeling in front of her.
It was Clint; his eyes full with worry. Oh how she was glad to see him. Her best friend, her partner in crime, her brother. She quickly gauged her surroundings and noticed that somehow she had been moved to the Quinjet and that it had landed on a familiar farm.
How long was she out for?
As if reading her mind, Clint spoke up, “the Maximoff girl hit us hard, everyone except me and Tony. We needed a safe place to regroup, so I thought it was time to introduce the rest of the team to the Barton clan.
Oh, oh that’s right. Ultron, the twins, HYDRA, it was all coming back to her now. She nodded numbly towards the archer and moved to stand up, the man quickly supporting her and walking her inside the farmhouse.
She couldn’t be bothered to tune into any of the conversations going on around her, too preoccupied with the fact that she had seen you for the first time in half a century; even if it was just in her magic fueled imagination.
None of the Avengers, even Clint, had ever seen her so unnerved, and it worried them greatly, but all of them were more or less emotionally stunted, so they just made sure to give her space as they stood gathered in the living room.
What finally snapped her out of her stupor was two children barreling into the room, one little girl in particular asking to see her Auntie Nat. She smiles and is proud to say it’s only half fake as she picks up the eight year old.
She also manages to tease Laura about her pregnancy before escaping up to her usual room, letting out a sigh as she shuts the door.
Shower. She needs a shower. That will help her clear the nightmare from her mind.
To clear you from her mind.
She steps into the bathroom and sets the handle to the max temperature, using the scalding water to ground herself.
After she’s done she allows herself to sit on the bed and take a moment to process the whole thing. From the shock of seeing you again, to kissing you, to the seething rage radiating off of you as you blamed her for your fate.
She needed to remember what was real. The true events that led to you being taken from her, not the reality from the fake you that had somehow felt so real, that was what she needed to find and let play in her mind.
There wasn’t a lot to choose from, even with the time and the help from SHIELD the ever-present gaps in her memory, courtesy of the Red Room’s “conditioning”, made it hard to pin down a certain, complete moment with you.
But, after an indeterminable amount of time staring at the wall and raking through her memories, she picks one out, one that had been strong enough to stick around in her head, even after all this time.
Circa 1955
She was on a mission in Paris. Her being as efficient and ruthless as her title implied, she had completed her mission almost 24 hours prior to when she was originally due to report back.
Deciding that a small break would be in everyone’s best interest, but mostly hers, she chose to not contact her handlers about the early mission accomplished and instead took time to explore the City of Light.
A small part of her wondered if they would know, if she should just call them and head back to base like they would want her to, but a larger part of her was disgusted at the mere thought of going back, so she broke protocol after making absolutely certain that there was no way they could find out.
After a day of playing a ditzy American tourist and checking out the city she found herself back at her hotel, dreading her extraction time.
She was sitting on the balcony, a bold move for an assassin of her caliber, but at this point she couldn’t bring herself to care if someone shot her; maybe the world would be a better place after her death.
“What are you thinking about?” A voice sounded from within the hotel room, a voice belonging to the only person in the world that could sneak up on her like that. A voice that belonged to her one soft spot.
And there you were, standing with your hands shoved into your pockets like a shy school kid, even if you hadn’t held that sort of innocence in a long, long time.
She tilts her head down slightly, but not before you catch the blush spreading quickly across her face, which was framed beautifully by the pale moonlight from outside.
“Just you,” she smirked, doing well to hide the morbid topic she had truly been entrenched in, not wanting to dampen the mood when you had risked a lot to show up here.
Speaking of, she wasn’t sure where your mission was, but it definitely was not in Paris, so how did you get here? And why were you putting your neck on the line just to see her?
“Well it turns out I have impeccable timing then,” you tease, choosing to drop the obvious lie she had told. She could put all of her walls up, fool the entire world, but there was no veil of hers you couldn’t see straight through.
“How are you here?” She breathed, hesitant to really believe you were there, even as you walked out onto the balcony towards her.
“I have my ways,” you shrug, she doesn’t need to know what you did just to get a moment alone with her. “This place is beautiful at night,” you change the subject, wanting to use this time to talk about things outside of your shared occupation.
Luckily she goes along with it, nodding in agreement and turning to look at the night sky that was illuminated by the many lights of the city.
You shift, swinging up onto the railing and letting your legs dangle off the side of the, 23rd floor; if you remember correctly. Apparently you didn’t have much of an aversion to death either.
A comforting silence falls between the two of you and you decide to close your eyes and focus on the cool night wind running through your hair and the sounds of the city dozens of feet below you. It wasn’t often or, at all, really that either of you had the chance to just sit and do nothing besides enjoy the other's company and neither of you were about to let this moment pass without stopping to let it imprint in your memories.
You opened your eyes and turned to watch Natalia now. You were so in love with the girl it bordered on obsession, but you had never told her so in words. You hoped she knew; that she could tell from your actions alone, but a part of you needed to make sure that she did.
“I love you Natalia.”
The words startle her, and you can’t tell if it’s because of the actual meaning behind them or just because you had broken the peaceful atmosphere you had found yourselves in.
You hoped it was the latter.
She turned to you then, unsure of what to say, but not wanting to stay silent she whispered, “I know you do.”
You turn your face back to the sky in an effort to hide your relieved expression from the girl, but you know she can see so you adopt a blank look instead, the one you use when appearing void of all emotion.
At least you told her, you think to yourself. She knows and that’s all that matters. She didn’t need to say it back because you knew she felt the same way. You saw it in her eyes everytime she looked at you. She was just scared of what admitting it out loud might mean for the two of you and you understood that; it was why you had waited so long to tell her.
Natalia was not a mind reader though and took your actions for disappointment in her. She hated herself for being so weak when you were so brave and it broke her heart thinking that you didn’t know she loved you right back.
Needing to leave so you could get back to where you were supposed to be, you get up, making sure to leave the small item that had been hidden in your pocket in your wake.
A satisfied smile graced your face as you exited her room and walked away.
Not sure of what to do, it takes her a few minutes to move back into the room, but when she finally does, she notices the shiny gleam of something on the railing where you had been sitting.
It was a ring.
Just a small, thin band, something that would be easy to hide, even from people who were constantly scrutinizing her every move.
She took it quickly, as if it might disappear at any moment, before packing her things and heading to the extraction point.
Natasha wiped the tears that had fallen from her face as she reminisced about the moment where you had practically proposed to her.
She smiled though, as the memory of your true existence had almost completely wiped the nightmarish version from her mind.
She wasn’t able to dwell on that small victory for long though, as her mind vaulted itself into another, much darker memory.
6 months post Paris
You both had been called to Petrovitch’s office. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence and definitely not cause for alarm as you both were among the top performing agents.
Expecting a mission briefing, it took you both by surprise when you were met with Petrovitch seemingly in the middle of a meeting with an unknown man.
You both moved to the side of the room as he finished speaking with him, their slimy hands clasping together to seal whatever deal they had just arranged.
“Ah there they are, my deadliest weapons, my proudest accomplishments.” He slapped a hand on each of your shoulders, a show of power, of control.
“This one,” he gestured to you, “is yours,” he smiled then, a gross, wicked grin that sent chills down your spine.
It dawned on you then, why you were really here; you were simply a pawn, an object to be traded for money or information or god knows what else. There was also nothing you could do to stop it. All you could feel in that moment however, was relief that it was you and not her.
Never her.
This place you were at now was an absolute shithole, but at least it was familiar. The rules were known and all it took was obeying to stay alive. This new party, well you had no idea what to expect.
You desperately wanted to make eye contact with her, but there was no way you could without it being blatantly obvious.
“Follow me,” the dark-haired man ordered and you moved from your position next to Natalia, your legs feeling like lead as you walked toward the door. The portal that would separate you from her for the rest of time.
You moved to shut the door behind you, glancing over your shoulder as you did, allowing you to finally lock eyes with your love. In that split second you had before it closed you tried to make sure that she knew it wasn’t her fault, that you would be okay, and that you loved her.
Then your sight line was cut off from those sad, green eyes as you walked away, the latch ringing loudly in your ears, and Natalia didn’t even bother to hide her fear from Petrovitch.
“Do you know why I called you in here, huh?” The man had the audacity to speak to her, to taunt her with her loss.
She glared at him then as she pieced it all together. He must have known, somehow, but you had been so careful.
“I wanted to see the look on your face as they were taken away. And you didn’t disappoint.”
She clenched her jaw hard in an effort to keep her anger at bay, but that action alone was enough to cause the man to laugh in her face.
“You two were so funny. Thinking you could sneak around without getting caught. You were subtle, I’ll give you that, but I see everything.”
Still she didn’t bite, even if all she wanted to do was kill the man where he stood and then burn this place to the ground.
“This place,” he waved a hand around for emphasis, “is not one for friends, for allies. I thought you knew that.” He cocked his head then, his methodical pacing coming to a stop right in front of her, daring her to make a move against him.
And she was so close to smacking the smug look off of his face, but she couldn’t give him this satisfaction, not after all he had done to her.
Noticing her increasing anger at him, the man decided to give a final push. “Do you know who that was?”
Of course she didn’t, but he felt the need to rub it in her face as much as possible. To break her, she supposed; she hated to admit that it was working. You were her weak spot, and he knew it.
“I’m not going to tell you,” she could practically feel him preening at his own comment. “All you need to know is that he represents an organization that specializes in, hmm, breaking people in the most archaic ways, in the name of science of course; until they outlive their usefulness that is.”
That’s it, she wasn’t going to let him stand there all smugly after slandering your name by spelling out how you were going to be tortured and killed. “You bastard.”
“There she is,” he chuckles before backhanding her across the face.
A knock on the door before two guards come in.
Petrovitch turns, finally addressing someone that wasn’t her. “Take her, remind her of what happens when you forget your place.”
Natasha snaps back to the present then, not sure if she could handle remembering what had happened to her next.
The scars littering her mind and body were reminder enough.
And anyways, Clint was at her door, telling her that she needed to come down and eat something. He wouldn’t be bothering her if there wasn’t an important reason for her to get up so she hastily wiped her eyes and followed him down the stairs.
The ring you gave her weighing heavily on her finger, and her mind.
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