#i KNOWWWW that no one hates me n I KNOWWWW that even IF someone DID hate me thats THER prob n not MINE

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Hashdasdkja i hate having anxiety cus like WHY am i having heart palpitations rn theres nothing wrongi m so normal right now i literally had the most normal day and uhfughwu i feel like everyone hates me

[witchy-madness]

Prompts: Jennifer Barkley X Michelle Rueben [Hahn High AU]

[A/N: Eeeeeee I'm so excited, this is my first ever fic for the KHahn characters and in my new collection of Hahn High-- and also Tumblr so please be kind with me. I haven't written in like a year or two and I'm waaayyy behind on my character studies but I do hope to stay and come out with more fics-- so if you guys wanna see some fics, have some ideas, let me knowwww-- also forgive me since Jen and Michelle aren't really characters I know that well yet. Hope you enjoy bbs~ :3

-Zachie

-Jennifer Barkley is one of the Maths teacher, teaching mainly Statistics.

-Michelle Rueben, on the other hand, is an intern for Eve Fletcher, their resident English teacher.

-Jen didn't particularly hate her like she did the others, being usually the only one able to control the mess that the others would get themselves into, and for that she respected Eve.

-(Except for the times she'd get told off herself, now that wasn't fun.)

-So when Eve had gotten infected by the snot-bag once known as Raquel Fein, she had agreed to take up her class, with the other being busy as the finals came up.

-What can she say, having no remorse for the kids came in handy.

-And that's how Jennifer Ann Barkley became Michelle Rueben's boss and worst nightmare.

-Michelle had always kept an eye out for the strawberry blonde-haired teacher, how smart she sounded, the way she likes her coffee when they're at the faculty-- extra dark, even the exact time when she arrives at school, not too early but never late.

-Jen had caught her eye ever since she started working there and Michelle thought that working alongside the infamous Jennifer Barkley would've been amazing--

-Bossy, insensitive, irritating, Michelle could go on and on about how shitty her temporary boss was, not to mention how Jen treated the kids.

-Michelle sometimes wondered how could one person be so cruel.

-She was childish. That was probably the only reason that she could think of as to why in all hell would Jen be even in this place. That and she probably feeds off the souls of the kids.

-There were times when Jen would ask coffee only to not want it a few moments later after Michelle had gone through hell and back to get it.

-Jen on the other hand, didn't even spare a glance to the girl, always too busy reading, maybe talking to someone on the phone. Heck, Michelle thinks she doesn't even remember her name!

-And as the resident hopeless romantic, she wasn't just having that. So instead she had a bottle of wine, a good cry and a marathon of Titanic again.

-Michelle just couldn't do it anymore. Call her dramatic, as everyone else does, but Jen was a monster. She was a lunatic somehow always finding a way to torture them in the most painful way possible.

-Thankfully, Eve came back before she had done something she would regret. But Michelle unfortunately, caught a sick day, not knowing if it was because her head is about to explode, courtesy of a certain Barkley, being hella drunk or the sneezing Eve Fletcher that she was supposed to hang around with all day.

-Michelle was a a sweetheart in the faculty, having Coach Dunkler taking a liking to her.

-When she hadn't shown up the next day though, Carla had started to get worried.

-She visited her after school, making sure nobody saw her. She just can't have anyone thinking Carla Dunkler actually has a heart.

-A hungover Michelle greeted her, spilling most, if not all that she felt.

-The next day, Michelle was still sick, but Eve gave her time off because she knew it was her fault for having brought in the virus, having Jen help her instead.

-Carla had gotten a word of it and so when the bell rang, she had walked herself straight into the English classroom, fist curled up and ready to hit with impact.

-Jennifer was not amused.

-Neither was Carla to be honest, as Jen opened her mouth.

-Carla had managed to let her finish, taking up every inch of her patience.

-But when Carla had the chance to tell her as to why there's now a huge bruise on her eye, Jennifer fell silent.

-Carla waited for a response yet the usually sharp-tongued woman had nothing to throw.

-The next day, Michelle came in to work.

-She was still a bit bummed because of her unfortunate experience but as she came into the English room, a bouquet of flowers awaited her.

-And to her surprise, a certain Jennifer Barkley who had sunglasses on for some totally unrelated reason.

-"Uhm... Those were from-- uh... They're for... They're for you. You know, whatever. M'sorry--"

-Michelle.exe has stopped working.

-But the first thing she was able to do was wrap the woman in a bone crushing hug despite what she knows Ursula would tell her later.

-Jen, as much as she-- didn't despise the situation-- squirmed, confirming that Carla left her with a little complimentary magic trick, turning one bone into two! Y a y .

-And despite the trip down to the infirmary much later, it was a pretty nice day if Jen would say so herself.

-"Enough with the hugs, Rueben."

-"Aww... Of course, Annie-bear~"

-Carla never let that one go.

[sunflowersteves]

Unforgivable || ch. two

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Your life with Natasha seemed like pure bliss until the team mistakes you for an agent gone rogue. 

Word count: 2K

Author’s note: Cliff hanger, I knowwww. There will be one more part! I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: angst, fluff!, swearing, angsty plot, basically the whole team is a dick

Masterlist // Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

Your feet start to ache as you continue to walk on the dirt road that led from the compound. You honestly had no idea where you were going, your phone was at five percent, and the Avengers had just threatened your life. Tears started to prick your eyes as you thought about Natasha. Anger consumes your thoughts, hot tears, and furrowed eyebrows. How could she not trust your love for her? How did the Avengers even have any information like that?

You blamed her for not trusting you. You blamed her for not trusting her love for you. You blamed her friends for not looking into it more. You blamed her for-

You just sigh and shake your head. A part of you wanted to give her a chance, to go back and see if she believes you. The other part never wanted to see her again, ever. Another part of you growled at the side that wanted to go back; you were almost ashamed of it. The Avengers had threatened you. They threatened your life and never once believed you over some paper.

But you were so confused. Your heart clenched at the thought of never seeing her face again or never having her fiery hair tickle your cheek.

You abruptly stopped as the road split into two. You tried checking the map on your phone but it acted like there were nothing here but fields. You sigh, sitting on a large rock near the road. You felt a vibration from your phone and quickly looked at it.

Hot RedHead: It’s over. I never liked you anyway.

Tears started to fully flow now, your chin wobbling. You started to chew on your lower lip to help stop the raking sobs flowing out of your body but it was no use. You were now leaning against the rock and pulling your knees up, resting your hands in your head. God, this all seemed so pathetic. You really love Nat, you can’t get her out of your head but what does she think of you now?

Natasha’s POV

Natasha was going as fast as she could, turning corners on her motorcycle it almost fell over. She had no idea how far you had gone. She was hoping you were still walking along the road. She knew you would push her away right when you saw her but can she blame you? Her friends made her believe you were a Hydra agent. But all she could think about was cradling you in her arms and telling you she’s sorry, hoping you’ll forgive her.

She knows it’ll take time. However long it’ll take, she doesn’t care. She’ll wait until you’re both 60 and a little wrinkly if she has to. But Nat also understands if you don’t choose her. With the amount of damage, she and her friends caused she doesn’t blame you if you never wanted to see you again. She would definitely respect that choice.

Fire burning anger ignited in herself. She can’t believe how shallow it was to believe her friends who stupidly mistook you for someone else. She felt so much anger towards them, convincing her that you were with her for information. How could they be so stupid? How could she be so stupid to trust them?

She came to a screeching halt as she spotted you leaning on a rock. She propped her motorcycle and carefully walked over. She practically whimpered as she could hear your soft snores. She could see the tear-stained cheeks and her heart constricted. Your nose looked stuffy from all the crying and your eyes had a slight puff to them. 

She presses a hand onto your forehead and could feel the heat radiating off of you. It had been quite a hot day in New York and she didn’t know how long you had sat out here. She sighed and picked you up, laying in her arms you subconsciously snuggled into her. She feared that if she took you on her bike, you would end up falling off. So, walking it is.

Natasha marched along the dirt road, tears flowing down her cheeks. Some dripped down onto her shirt as she couldn’t wipe them. She just whispered “I’m sorry,” over and over again and carried you to the nearest bus station. 

After about an hour of walking, Natasha had finally made it to the bus station. She paid for your ticket and sat you on the bus, head leaning on the window. She looked around and saw that only an old woman sat on the other side. She told the bus driver to keep an eye out for you and she nodded, telling her that no one would touch you. Nat just nodded and started to trek back to the compound.

--

Reader’s POV

It had been a couple of days since Nat broke up with you. You kept telling yourself that you were...handling it but in reality, her leaving had hit you pretty hard. You hadn’t really left your apartment, only going to the store for groceries. You called in for work telling them that you were sick but they knew you were lying. Especially your best friend, Shuri. Right when you called in sick, she immediately asked what was wrong but knew you needed time off. 

You sat on the couch and sadly ate ice cream and started watching The Lovebirds. You would be drowning in your favorite wine but they ran out so you turned to tubs of ice cream. As the movie progresses, you find yourself crying with some tears dropping into your ice cream as Issa Rae and Kumail Nanjiani realize they’re still in love with each other. 

You turned off the TV as the movie was over and was about to get ready for bed, especially since you’ve run out of sick days but something caught your eye. Your bag had sat on the dining room table, completely untouched. A little note stuck out of one of the pockets. You walk over and carefully take the note out.

Meet me at the blockhouse in central park on the 7th, 9 pm.

You sigh, that was tonight. But you knew exactly who it was. You knew Natasha wanted to speak with you, maybe she changed her mind? That definitely explains how you don’t remember ending up on a bus.

You just shook your head, crumbling it up, and tossing it in the trash. There was no way you would fall for that, right? I mean, it’s just the Avengers wanting to throw you in jail or maybe that’s just where they wanted to kill you. You and Nat had met there, her asking you for your number and you had many dates walking around central park. 

They just wanted to reel you in. They were smart, you’d give them that but there’s no utter way you’d go. So, you got ready for bed and fell right asleep. The next morning you had to go to work, as much as you trudged along, groaning loudly as you got dressed. You stayed quiet on the subway as your friend talked your ear off.

You walked into the International Rescue Committee, slightly waving at some of your co-workers. You sat at your desk, doing some paperwork before visiting some of the kids you’ve helped. You especially couldn’t wait to see Peter, who has been attached to your hip since you arrived. You’re typing away, sipping on some coffee until you jumped a bit from a voice behind you.

 “Oh shit, you look awful.” You roll your eyes and give a look at Shuri who’s snickering at your reaction. You and her both turn a bit more serious as you sigh and turn to her small tears forming in your eyes. She wraps her arms around you into a full hug. “Nat broke up with me. Her friends saw my name in a Hydra file and thought I was out to get her.” 

Shuri gasped, hugging tighter. “Did they believe you?” You shook your head and ignored the stares you were getting from you crying in Shuri’s arms. “I see why you took some days off. Don’t worry about it. I’ll fill out your paperwork. Go see Peter.” She smiled brightly as you thanked her, kissing her cheek. “You’re the best boss ever!”

You walked next door to a large and fancy apartment complex where most of the refugees stay. You knew he was playing sports with some of the other kids so you walked past the complex and to the basketball court. “Y/n!” Peter ran towards you, locked you into a huge as you giggled and ruffled Peter’s hair. “Good to see you, kid.” He goes on to ask a bunch of questions, wondering where you’ve been and why you weren’t there. You explained some of it, to which he nodded and then declared to hate the Avengers now.

You laughed but you knew he was serious. He meant well. You and the rest of the kids start playing some basketball, laughing and playing around. What you didn’t notice though was the Avengers walking up to the basketball court. Before they reached you and notified you of their presence, one of the kids fell onto their knee and scraped it pretty bad. 

Loud cries and sobs filled the air and you ran over, inspecting the wound. “Sh, baby, it’s okay. I’ve got you. Peter! Get the aid kit!” He ran into the complex to grab one from the front desk while you rub circles into the little girl’s back. Peter came running back and you took some soap and water, cleaning the wound. “See that bird over there? I want you to look at it okay? See it? It told me the other day that it likes your paw patrol shoes.” 

The little girl cried out only a couple of times as you cleaned the wound and put a power rangers band-aid on her, which you knew was one of her favorites. She clung to your leg asking if you can get her ice cream because it still hurts. You laugh and nod, holding her hand.

“Y/n.” Your whole body froze, slightly turning to see the Avengers standing before you. You gripped the little girl’s hand while pulling a frown on your face. “Peter, take her to get ice cream.” He just nodded and gulped, taking the girl’s hand and walking to the ice cream shop next door. He gave you a concerned look but you nodded, making sure he knows you’re okay. 

You open your mouth to speak but Clint just shakes his head, the rest of the Avenger’s head hanging low. You were honestly scared shitless, you tried not to give it away. However, it was pretty obvious as your hands were trembling and your breathing was fast. They were here to end it, weren’t they? I mean, sure you’ve stayed away from Nat so what could they possibly want?

“You should know that we’re sorry.” Your eyes practically bulged out of your head. Sorry? Huh? “The person on that file wasn’t you. The picture was the exact opposite. We shouldn’t have reacted that way. We’re very sorry and hold us accountable. If you can, please forgive Nat.” And with that, each Avenger apologized for what they did and asked you to consider taking her back.

You would just raise your eyebrows but then they told you that she feels horrible, not sleeping or eating. She feels like shit for not trusting you, the love of her life, and trust them instead. You couldn’t speak, just shaking your head as tears threatened to fall. They nodded and walked away going back to the compound.

Now you had to make a choice. Forgive Natasha or never see her again? On one hand, you wanted to be back in her arms again. Smelling her shampoo and kissing her temple all while that passion and love fill your stomach. But on the other hand, the Avengers had threatened you and your life. Natasha thought they were right. Natasha believed them, believed that you used her for information.

Although, you know you’ve already made your decision.

~~

Unforgivable Taglist: @messuhp​ @dark-heart-no-soul​ @jenny-song​

Taglist: @hailmary-yramliah​ @kitkatd7​

[ushibug]

Wordless Dreams - Katsuki Bakugo

warnings: angst if you have one eye closed.

A/N: basically this is just a poorly written 3am imagine I wrote! :/ The title is trash I knowwww

Anyways, enjoy!

Bakugo cringed as the grass soaked through his pants, he hated the dewy feeling of the green plant aswell but you insisted to lay on the field the night where there was finally a good rain fall earlier.

He felt stupid. Silly, or even ridiculed that he was sitting with a girl on wet grass. Something, someone he swore he’d never focus on, was all he could think of at night these days.

“We are invisible to them.” The sweet voice mumbled in amazement beside him. Bakugo was always quiet during these times with you. He was always a quiet flustered mess with you, the complete opposite of his usual attitude. He despised it, loathed the retched feeling. “Did you know that?”

What does she mean? He guessed his silence answered for him because she let out the lightest of chuckles. “We are invisible because to the stars above us, that are light years away, to them we never existed.” Bakugo turned his head towards the girl. Silently, he thanked the moon for illuminating her face, so much so he could see the light blush coating her cheeks as she continued to look up at the sky.

Suddenly her head turned towards him making him flinch ever so slightly.

He never flinches.

His heart started beating not due to her sudden movement but because he realized how truly close he was beside her. He could smell her hair so much so he practically believed there was coconuts and flowers all around them.

“You’re so beautiful Katsuki.” She hummed, reaching her hand slowly towards his face. So agonizingly slow.

please.

He wanted to hum to her touch, he just knew her hands would be warm and soft on his skin. He swore she was an angel after all.

just a little closer.

Her fingers grazed at the skin on his cheek and Katsukis eyes fluttered closed, ready for that angelic touch he desperately craved. But it never came.

“You are invisible Katsuki... just my mind playing tricks.” Her whispers that seem to meant for a reminder to herself were laced with pain.

“I wish you were real.”

I am real.

“The world likes to torture us. Guess this is the answer to my sins, to love you only in my dreams.”

Dreams?

“Maybe in light years we will meet, maybe just maybe we might end up in same dimension...”

HA! Are you crazy?

Her eyes scanned his face again, taking in every single feature over and over. Ignoring his frustration laced words.

“You truly are beautiful.”

What the hell do you mean?! Hello?

but she continued to ignore him as tears began to fall down into the grass and her smile began to quiver. The moons light no longer bright.

No no this isn’t right-

“-Can’t you fucking hear me?!?” Bakugo screams as he jolts up in his bed. Sweat laced his chest and a cool feeling sat on his cheeks. His breath slows as he clenches his fists and let his head suddenly hang down.

“Who are you and...why can’t you hear me?” He whispers, voice cracking ever so slightly. “I just want you to hear me.”

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Time for my feels dump thoughts on Diabolical Box...! y’all, this game. this game. I don’t think people give it enough credit for... a lot of what it does, despite the messiness of the plot reveals... but it’s so special and unique, in ways I’m only now appreciating. also this is gonna be really REALLY fucking long I am so sorry, but I have a Lot to say about the ending parts... i just love this game so much...... so i wrote a fucking novel bc of course i did.

also i played this in October, completely unintentionally, so that’s noice.

The amount of voice acting and cutcenes in this compared to CV is amazing, I love it so much, even if it is funny sometimes the dialogue they choose to voice and then abruptly cut off a few lines later.

I had COMPLETELY forgotten about Luke jumping on Chelmey and trying to rip his face off and it’s just the funniest fucking thing omg; Hershel in the background going “NO LUKE THAT’S HIS FACE” is comedic gold.

Will we ever know what Hershel was going to say when Chelmey asked him what Luke’s relationship to him was... dammit Luke why’d you have to cut him off.

Hershel calling the hamster “generously proportioned” is amazing. also “I’ve always said that helping rodents in need is among the duties of every true gentleman” Hershel... please tell me what other situations have made you say that... please...

Why is there an entire subplot about finding this Karen’s dog, just to make Chelmey look like even more of an idiot? if they needed to pad the game out more, they definitely could have done it with flashbacks or in places that I’m... ahem... emotionally invested in

Flora’s treatment in this game is so infuriating to me, like... why did they think this was a good idea? What was the point of bringing her into the plot for NO other reason than to be kidnapped and impersonated? Was it literally just because they needed a way for Hershel and Luke to run into Don Paolo and get the box back from him??? Why couldn’t, idk, Katia run into him in Dropstone and get the box from him and save Flora, that would still get the box to her and keep Flora in the group, and it would tip them off to Katia being related to all this even earlier, and Don Paolo could still be shown there if he absolutely has to make an appearance in each game. I know it’s because he has to be built up and then revealed, and because Hershel always has to have a dramatic point-n’-reveal every game, but whyyyyyy does it have to be at the expense of Flora. :))))) It would have been interesting to see her reactions to Folsense and Anton and everything, and not have Katia be the only female involved in all this; maybe she could, you know, actually have a personality!! hahaaaa who am I kidding...

beluga: “it’s already been a year since she passed away” me: whythehellyoucryingsodamnloud.jpg

Anderson talking about Dropstone and the sacrifices made to found it and how it can’t die out like “other towns”... with the song playing... whythehellyoucryingsodamnloud.jpg

The sheer coincidence of Katia going to Folsense on the same day that Hershel and Luke would end up in Dropstone and then there, and on the 50th anniversary of the town... not a likely one.

Didn’t some versions of the game come with a real version of the train ticket to Folsense? I want it D:

i also want a real Elysian Box, like can i commission someone to make one minus the whole you know actual gold, please, i’ll pay aNYTHING- *sobs*

LUKE HOW COULD YOU FORGET THAT HERSHEL IS AN ARCHEOLOGIST, AFTER ALL THE ARCHEOLOGICAL SHIT YOU’VE BEEN THROUGH

Hershel to “Flora”: “you’re as white as a sheet!” Don Paolo, minutes ago while the others aren’t looking: *furiously powdering his face mask or some shit*

Why was Anton’s diary lying in the street though... it doesn’t make sense that Katia or Beluga would have it, and they couldn’t open it anyhow. probably just a gameplay thing that should go unquestioned but I want to knowwww lol. Also wish Hershel and Luke had reactions to the entries.

Ilyana tho. Also bootleg Clive asdfghjkl

I LOVE THE TOWER OF HANOI PANCAKE PUZZLES

Am I the only one who doesn’t understand the obsession with the tea set... like yeah it’s fun to serve tea when you actually get it right, but I’m stuck with like two recipes missing and getting frustrated just trying and trying countless ingredient combinations on end because some of the npcs are NOT helpful enough in telling what to make :))))

Obviously Katia can’t reveal anything or say anything about why she’s there at all to keep the suspense till the end, but it would have been cool to see her working together with them and making a plan to get into the castle and help Anton aka I just wanted more scenes with Anton being nice and not flying into a rage over a misunderstanding ugh

It’s honestly pretty impressive some of the deductions/connections Chelmey makes in this game, despite his... other incredibly stupid ones lol

“iSnT iT oBvIoUs?”

WHY DOES HERSHEL RISK KILLING LUKE (AGAIN) WITH THE BOX. And why tf does it not do anything to them since they assumed it would...?

The biggest mystery of the series is how Pavel gets where he does, truly

The music in the forest is truly one of the best osts, god I love it. I also adore the Herzen Castle ost now, I never really noticed it before but it is WONDERFULLY creepy and heavy and melancholic and just... idk, those harpsicords go hard. damn.

Opening the Elysian Box is the best puzzle in the series, because of the meaning behind it. Or at least, it’s my favorite for that reason :^)

Alright folks so I’m gonna be completely, unabashedly honest here, and reveal myself to be the superficial, shallow fucker I am lmao: Anton is super hot and I’m still attracted to him even now, and I hate that we get so little time with younger him dklslskdfkflssd I AM SORRY I CAN’T HELP IT OKAY. BLAME THE VOICE ACTOR, HE HAD NO RIGHT TO SOUND SO UNEXPECTEDLY DEEP AND INCREASE ANTON’S HOTNESS LEVEL BY 1000%... just. god damn. damn. the dining room scene. the lighting. the way he puts his hands down and closes his eyes at one point. the way he says Herzen. the freaking sass with “chalk it up to my bad taste then.” the little clap. his entire design which just oozes Victorian era anime bishie beauty. kudos to the character designer who was like “well they said make someone cool and handsome and i wasn’t sure what to do but i tried and i guess it worked out” GOOD SIR BOY DID YOU SUCCEED. how dare this man turn me on so much, fUCK. And I know it’s super shitty of me to not like his old design as much!!! but just!!! why the beak nose.... why.... he was so gorgeous and then you give him the Bronev nose treatment..... i’m already so sad over the ending but you make him look so much sADDER, THE SADDEST POSSIBLE DESIGN FOR OLDER ANTON. It’s not that I mind him being old, I just wish he looked more like himself... there didn’t need to be such a drastic change. But I know I’m just being petty lmao. anyway stan Anton for most beautiful PL character always 🙏 Descole and Clive’s hotness have nothing on this man

*ahem* But to get back to serious topics, replaying this now when I’m older, with the ones after it in mind, I think I finally realize why this game stands out to me so much from the others, making it my favorite. To put it as best I can, Diabolical Box, to me at least, just has a different feel from all the other PL games. Yes, it’s still definitely a Layton game, you still investigate a mystery, there’s still puzzles everywhere, it still has a relaxing city or country feel to the atmosphere, there’s still lots of charm, but once you hit Folsense and the climax and the ending reveals, the tone sort of... shifts? Not drastically, but enough that’s different from any point in all the other games that I can remember; I feel like Last Spector might have the closest kind of atmosphere to Folsense at certain parts, but even then the plot of that game is nowhere near to having the same tone as this one. Diabolical Box, when you really look close at it and think about it, is dark. Dark in a way that none of the other games are, despite the darkness some of the others do have. And I think part of that is because almost every other game/movie is connected to the overarching story involving Hershel’s past and people involved with him, and so the drama and angst is very much grounded in London or other places Hershel would be/was, and in his time, but Diabolical Box is unique in that the story and characters in it have nothing to do with him. And to reflect this, Anton and Sophia’s story is based in the early 1900′s, the Victorian era, in a city so far separated from, again, everything to do with Hershel, that if you were to just watch their story by itself and take the professor and Luke out of it, and you knew nothing about the series, you could reasonably argue that it isn’t from a Professor Layton game at all. What I mean is that Anton’s story could be an entire anime all on its own surely it’s not obvious how badly I want that, nope, not at all, completely separate from this series, and it would work; it could be its own period era-esque drama series, still with all the supernatural shit intact later on. I can think of a few existing anime similar to what I’m imagining. 

And I really do think it would be amazing, because like I said this story is terribly, terribly dark, and sad; as a PL game, like a lot of the other ones, it can’t go deep into the nitty gritty of what makes Anton’s story so fucking depressing, but just like... Imagine it. Imagine being alone, for so long in that castle, so long that you don’t even know how long it’s been anymore, with virtually no one, after having your heart broken and being abandoned by the person you loved the most, and who you thought loved you, and getting no closure about it. This long post goes a ton of detail about Anton’s character and things he was probably feeling/reasons for his behavior, but in short, Anton’s mother is never mentioned, so combined with how distant he was from his father and the fact that he feels alone in his role in society and that no one truly sees him as a real person, it’s quite possible that he clung to Sophia unconsciously as a mother figure, and, in general, she was the only person who made him feel seen, and loved. The only exception was Beluga, but Beluga leaves the town and Anton behind after quarreling with their father, so... It’s just extremely apparent when you read the diary entries and his dialogue (with the voice acting) that Anton was always alone and terribly insecure, and that Sophia made him the happiest he ever was - and so her leaving him was devastating to him. He was alone for fifty years (and who knows how long it actually felt, to him), in a lonely castle and emptying town, his entire family either left or dead, his body slowly aging without him even knowing it, while he had a daughter and granddaughter born without even knowing it, and all the while he’s left with the misunderstanding that Sophia might have loved someone “better” than him all along, never getting answers, having to live with all that grief and guilt and blame and jealousy and self-hatred over a situation that wasn’t even entirely true. Imagine what your MENTAL STATE would be like, jfc it’s a miracle he’s as sane as he is in the game!! Not to mention everything that crashes down on him within TEN MINUTES AT THE END. Yes, Unwound Future and the prequels very purposefully heap the angst on with Clive/Dimitri and Descole respectively, like “we are trying so hard to make you feel for this guy cry cry cry” and I fall for it like the trash i am love them too, don’t get me wrong, but Anton’s tragedy is much more understated but in my opinion is by far the absolute saddest of them all. I just... i’m crying y’all, this poor man. give him a fucking HUG. Anton Did Nothing Wrong 2k20; he doesn’t even hurt the people he lures in with his vampire scheme!! he lets them go without a scratch!!! what a guy... give him a hug and blankets please i love him so much, him and Sophia- *sobs*

and also as a side note, I honestly think Descole/Desmond would fit perfectly into this game for a lot of these reasons, in the trend of “trying to fit Descole into the first trilogy”; he’s got the right Aesthetic™ for one thing, but mainly just he and Anton have a LOT in common...! actually, now that I think about it, Randall and Anton do too, but I much prefer the notion of Descole and Anton interacting. honestly, I’m toying with the idea of an AU where Desmond and resurrected Aurora end up in Folsense and solve that mystery themselves instead of Hershel and Luke; i think it’d be fascinating.

However, by the same token, as much as I LOVE this game and characters for all of those reasons... it also makes no fucking sense ahaha. How the FUCK does the gas work. The illness that started killing people when the ore was first unearthed and is the reason everyone starts leaving, is THAT from the gas I assume?? but like why?? cause eventually it just turns to making the town appear as it was years ago and keeping people young, so...? ARE ALL THE TOWNSPEOPLE NOT ACTUALLY THERE, OR THEY ARE AND ARE JUST YOUNG LIKE ANTON; I’m still not clear on this!! because Hershel at the end says they’re illusions, and yet when you talk to the npcs so many of them complain about being tired and feeling old, so what is the truth!! It would make sense if newcomers see the town as it is in the pictures, but there’s no reason for them to not age... in fact, I don’t understand where the not aging thing comes from at ALL, since if the idea is that the gas makes what you think will happen happen, how tf did that even come about in the first place??? There’s no way everyone who inhaled the gas would think the exact same things and have the exact same hallucination. And if fifty years passed in reality, how long did it feel like to Anton/others; surely it couldn’t have been that long if they never questioned why they weren’t aging? If the gas in the box put Schrader in a coma, what was his theory about what would happen? Why does nothing happen to Hershel and Luke upon opening it when they clearly assume something will happen? Related to other things, how does the box become the source of a rumor, and how does Schrader even get it? Do people just assume Anton is dead or otherwise gone, or do they know/assume he’s still in the castle but don’t try to see him because of the vampire? Does Beluga know Anton is still there, if he does it’s pretty shitty of him to ignore him, and why does he think the box has to do with the fortune of all things if he possibly knew Sophia wanted it and knew it had something to do with her and Anton (seriously I don’t understand Beluga, I really wish they’d done more with him; he looks so shitty even if you give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he knew the least amount possible)??? Did Sammy know that the drugged flowers related to getting into Folsense? Did Katia know how to get into Folsense, and what was she planning to do if she never found the box in order to prove she was who she said she was? Why do some of the npcs act like they know the deep dark secret of Folsense and keep saying Hershel and Luke don’t need to know, and keep talking about the town being cursed, like do they really know the truth?? Or not??? LEVEL-5 I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS AND I’M TOO DUMB TO FIGURE OUT THE ANSWERS. EVEN LAYTON VS. WRIGHT’S STUPID REVEALS MAKE MORE SENSE THAN THIS AAAAAHHHH

anyway DB best game anton hot Even with all the weirdness though that makes this game the most Layton the Layton series has ever Layton’d lmao, I still love Diabolical Box so damn much. I love it so much, guys. It’s not part of a huge narrative, it’s not connected to the main characters; it tells its own little story and it does that perfectly. It’s so unique from all the rest, like I said, the plot has so much depth I don’t really see talked about, Anton and Sophia’s story is so beautifully tragic and underrated on a mature level that none of the other games really reach, and despite how upset I am we don’t get to see more of them, their love story is so impactful and emotional just from what little we do see, despite some of the oddities of how it plays out... they’re so sweet together and I cry so damn much over them ಥ⌣ಥ Iris is one of the most beautiful and touching songs in the series, too, and my favorite. And I’m a sucker for the Victorian era and cute romance lmao, so it just gets me like nothing else does... it’s so wonderful. saddest PL game, I will die on this hill. Even if I seem to talk a lot more about some of the other games/characters simply because there’s more content to talk about and there’s more to say about the more flawed content. you can’t improve perfection *chef’s kiss*, deep down, I think, this game will always be my favorite. ❤️

[malecftw]

Hi. Your writing is amazing, can i ask one where shawn and the reader are in a relationship and the fans doesn’t like the reader very much because they don’t know her really well and one day the reader is with shawn and there are paparazzi and in the middle of the mess a fan gets hurt and she let go of shawn to help the fan and then everyone finds out that she’s actually a sweetheart and shawn would be so proud of her because she cares for his fans. If you do it thank you so much

A/N: Thank you nonnie for requesting this! Hope you like it!

Word count: 1914

Warnings: a little bit of angst, possibly cursing

Requests are open!

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Taglist: @shawn-youth @boobear729 

Dating Shawn had been rough. It had also been incredible. But rough. You were a confident girl with a strong head on her shoulders but being criticized by millions of people that didn’t know you in the slightest irked you, to say the least.

You went through various stages. 

Acceptance: This is just how it is and you needed to learn how to deal with it.

Anger: The audacity of people calling you out on supposedly being a bad person just for dating their idol. For a while, it infuriated you to no ends.

Sadness: Truth be told, you just wanted to be liked. And if the fans couldn’t do that, you could settle for being left alone with Shawn in peace. In the end, you had a lovely family, caring friends and Shawn. You didn’t need the approval of his fans per se, but it would’ve been more pleasant to go out knowing there wasn’t a very likely chance that you were going to get at least one or two snarky remarks here and there.

Rebellion: Then there was the time that you went above and beyond to show them that you weren’t at all the villain that they had painted you as. You knew you had a kind heart, so you made it a thing to show it off that little bit more. Only then, people started calling you fake and that ‘no one could really be that nice’.

Avoidance: Then there was the time that you would do anything in your power to hide from the fans. You’d cancel on evenings out with you and your friends, you asked Shawn to go on very private dates, etc. Eventually, Shawn got through to you, making you realize that was no way to live.

Now you’d just recently started to let it go. You were never gonna be able to please everyone, and if you tried, there’d be another person who’d dislike you anyway. There was no winning in this situation so you figured you had to let it go to be able to enjoy your relationship with Shawn.

‘You ready?’ Shawn asked as he walked up to you. You were sat on one of the big black boxes that carried a whole bunch of technical stuff for the show. You looked up from your phone and a smile took over your features. ‘Yeah. Are we getting food on the way or are we thinking room service at the hotel?’ You asked, immediately taking Shawn’s reached out hand as he semi caught you when you jumped down from the box. He hummed in response. ‘You decide, I don’t really care as long as I have food at the end of the day.’ You laughed in response and squeezed his hand. ‘You know it’s really not fair that you always leave the decisions to me. You know it makes me uncomfortable deciding for you.’ It wasn’t meant seriously, but he knew what you said was true. It’d always been a thing in your relationship to keep your own individuality. You were amazing as a couple, but neither of you wanted to become completely dependent on the other.That was the beautiful thing, you were able to grow together instead of as one.

He swung your hands back and forth as he nodded. ‘I know y/n but do you really think I wouldn’t be making the decision for myself if I really wanted a specific time of dinner. Plus it’s only food.’ You let out a heavy sigh. ‘I knowwww you just know how I am.’ He grins and looks down at you. ‘That I do.’

You look out through the windows of the hotel lobby. You were currently sat on Shawn’s lap, waiting for the signal of his security to go outside to get to the bus. His arms are wrapped around your waist and at the sight of some annoyed fans, you cuddle deeper into him. What you didn’t realize is that he watched the whole eye contact exchange from behind you, with his head resting on your shoulder. ‘Just ignore them. I sent out a tweet a couple of hours ago to tell them to be calm and nice. They should follow through with that cause they know I’ll go off on them if they don’t.

You shrug your shoulders, making his head bounce up and down causing him to laugh. ‘Calm down there, I don’t need motion sickness on top of everything else.’ You burst out into laughter and cup his face. ‘My poor little baby,’ you say patronizing and he rolls his eyes, still smiling.

Your content state of mind was soon broken Shawn’s tour manager, letting you know it was time to go. The anxiety started to rise in your mind, making your palms sweat. Shawn noticed this and turned you around, putting both his hands on your shoulders. ‘It’s gonna be fine y/n. It’s gonna be quick and easy. Just don’t let go of my hand okay?’ He looked you straight in the eyes, making sure you understood the weight of his words. He’d seen the way his fans acted, but no matter how hard he tried to convince them that she was perfect for him they still didn’t listen. He’d never show it to you but he was worried. There’d never been an instance where he thought you could possibly get hurt but right now, there were a lot of people out there and they all wanted a piece of him and nothing to do with you.

After sharing a little moment, you take a deep breath and head out, the crowd instantly overwhelming you. Shouting, pushing, pulling, everything was happening at once yet no one touched you. They may not like you, but the fans were decent enough not to mess with you. Out of nowhere, a girl bumped into your back, making you shoot forward. Shawn was far enough in front of you to not get hit by your body but still held a tight grip on your hand. You looked back into the frenzy and your eyes widened in terror as you saw a distressed girl laying at your feet. Assuming someone had pushed her, you decided to help her, not being able to let her fend for herself after looking into her panicked eyes.

However, Shawn was still pulling you along with him and the only way to get out of his grasp was by force. You were sure he’d be confused and annoyed at first but he would understand after he knew the full story. You forcefully tore your hand out of Shawn’s, immediately losing him into the crowd. Now you were actually alone and even though the thought didn’t exactly calm you, your priority was helping the teenage girl first. You bent down slowly, noticing how a couple of people had noticed the change in your behavior. Her head whipped back in your direction when you took her hand. ‘Are you okay?’ She shook her head, not being able to talk because she was so out of breath from the anxiety rising in her brain.‘Can you stand up for me?’ You tried to say as loud as you could, making sure she heard you over the loud screaming. ‘Y-y-yeah.’ She stuttered and you supported her as she put more of her weight on her own wobbly legs. You screamed at the people in front of you, telling them to let you pass as you wrapped your arm around the girl’s shoulder, acting as her own small shield to the best of your ability.

After about 2 minutes of bumping into people, the tour bus finally came into view and you and the girl looked at each other in relief. You’d made it alive and well. Shawn was standing on the steps of the stairs leading into the bus, looking for you with a very troubled expression. You used the hand that wasn’t supporting the girl to wave out to him, hoping that he’d see you. Your prayers were answered when he looked directly at you and called out your name, sending his security guard to come to fetch you.

You plopped down onto the leather seat of the bus, breathing heavily. Shawn immediately walked toward you and crouched down, putting both hands on your knees, not just for his balance but also in a comforting way towards you.‘What happened out there?’ He asked, you could tell he was annoyed and that he knew you’d tore your hand away from him willingly but he was also completely open to listen to your side.

You didn’t want to go into detail about what had happened so you decided to stick to the basics. ‘The girl fell and I needed to help her. She looked scared Shawn. Imagine if that had been me. Wouldn’t you want someone to help me?’ He leaned his elbow on my knee, rubbing his forehead, letting the stress and worry wash away.‘Of course, but do you have any idea how worried I was?’ He questioned. ‘I know baby, but what was I supposed to do? Let her get hurt?’ At that, he shook his head. ‘No I know you did the right thing and I’m proud of you for not choosing the easy road. You just nearly gave me a heart attack.’ At that, you smiled and kissed the top of his head which was still held by one of his hands on your knee. His curls tickled your face as you peppered kisses all over his scalp. ‘I love you, Mendes.’ He looked up defeated. ‘I love you too but you drive me nuts sometimes.’

You’d brushed off the incident fairly easy if you were being honest with yourself. The team had contacted the parents of the girl and they’d agreed to come to collect her. Her mom and dad both thanked you wholeheartedly and you had a lovely talk with the girl herself whilst waiting for her parents. It made you realize that not every fan hates your guts and it honestly made it easier for you.

Shawn came into the back room smiling, holding up his phone. ‘Behold, y/n the hero.’ He gushed as he held up the phone to your face and scrolled. Countless messages and tweets from fans, saying how they were wrong, how they misjudged you and how happy they were about that.

You buried your face in your hands, not used to all the praise that was given and Shawn laughed at your reaction. He sat down next to you and you curled into his side. He rubbed up and down your arm as he started to talk. ‘You know, I really appreciate how after everything you’ve been through with my fans, you’ve never said a bad word about them. You’ve never put me in the position where I had to choose. You never forced a reaction out of me and you always stayed respectful towards them, even if they weren’t to you.’ 

You shrugged, not really sure what to say. To you, it was the normal thing to do. You weren’t just gonna bash the people that allowed Shawn to do what he loved to do most. They were a big part of the reason he was living his dream. How could you ever come in between that?

‘I just can’t believe how badly I hit the jackpot with you.’ Shawn beamed, pulling you even closer.

[manggojooz]

Close the Door Now (Part 2): An Epilogue Series to “Take My Hands Now”

pairing: Jungkook x reader

word count: approx. 2,000

genre: romance, slice of life, really tiny bit of fluff at the end

summary: an epilogue focusing more on Jungkook and his parents <3

warnings: none

Take My Hands Now Series: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6| Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 (final)

Epilogue Previous Parts: Part 1 

Taglist: @competativekook @flamingorosette  @somewhereinthestarss @d-noona @lowkey-kpopstan 

Comments: next chapter will likely be “mature audience only”, anyone in the taglist who is still underage?! let me knowwww plssss

“Umm Mrs Jeon… Here, use this…”, Namjoon utters in his calm voice, handing her a piece of tissue for her to dab away the tears which had welled up. He can’t believe out of all the places on earth Jungkook and you had to recommend Jungkook’s mother to his father’s clinic. And it was the summer vacation no less, where he was obviously going to be helping out and shadowing his father’s counselling practice.  

A piece of paper lay before the refined lady, with an illustration showing two man on each side of a door – one man looked like he was trying his hardest to push the door open, the other man behind the door leaned against it with his back and struggled, using his entire weight, trying to shut it.  

“This is like the conflict you face at home every day...”, Namjoon’s father had an equally soothing voice, “... what do you think will happen if they stay like this for a long time?”  

“Eventually one of them will give up and the other one will win?”, Jungkook’s mother despaired.  

“That I wouldn’t know, whether any of them will give up. But I do know one thing, if they keep staying like this, both of them will become increasingly tired, their arms will hurt, their legs will hurt and they will become more and more exhausted”, Namjoon’s father counselled.  

When the session was wrapping up, Namjoon’s father mentions that “It will be much better if your husband is willing to attend the next counselling session together”.

“Mr Kim, over the years you must have seen so many people facing the same conflict... in the end someone must tire out and give up, right?”, she scorns.  

Namjoon’s father nodded, “You are right, I have seen many of them give up. They walk away eventually. But Mrs Jeon, do you really think the person who walks away gave up because they were weak, they were tired or because they lost?”  

She looked at him, mulling over his words.  

---

“Why would I go for counselling with you? Is this some kind of marriage counselling? Why do you keep doing things that I can never understand?”, Jungkooks’ father snarled.  

“You really don’t know why?”, she stops and he too stops for a heartbeat. “Because I love you... and I want things to change... I-”, she continued.  

Never has he heard words that were more ridiculous. Never has she heard a scoff more demeaning.  

“You love me... that’s why you sleep with other men?”, he mocked her, just like how he always believed her actions were mocking him.  

“I love you... that is why I slept with other men”, she held back her tears. He will never understand, because he doesn’t love her.  

Some of the people who laugh the brightest have the darkest tears. Some of the most social people are the loneliest. So why is it surprising that someone who seem unfaithful can also be the most devoted? We are the ones standing on both sides of the door – the more a part of us tries to close it, the more the other has to push to keep it opened.  

His brow furrows, the lines in his forehead deep and rough, and his lips were tightly shut together. There was no sign of any intention to respond to her, he just sits quietly across from her in the living room.  

"Do you really think the person who walks away gave up because they were weak, they were tired or because they lost?”, this question was called back.

She breaks the long moment of stillness. “Let’s... divorce”, the volume of her voice was so low because she was trying not to hear herself.  

His expression doesn’t change but he slowly lifts his eyes to look at her.  

“What?”, he didn’t want to admit it, but he was shocked, and he thinks he must have misheard her.  

She couldn’t bring herself to repeat it. She shackled him to her side because she loved him, so she didn’t want him to leave her. She shackled him to her side because she hated him, so she didn’t want to be the only one suffering. What is the difference really? It was just two sides of that same door. The conflict was not with him.  

“You probably wouldn’t like it that I am the one initiating it, but that's the only way in which we can force my father to accept it. I don’t think I need to teach you how to negotiate the terms with him...”, she was doing the one thing she vowed to never do. Actually, she was doing the one thing she never believed she had the strength to do.  

He looks at her for a moment and then looks down, his hands clasped together. She stands up to leave and as she turns around, she sees you standing midway on the stairs. 

Jungkook had come home to take some of the things he needed, so he was busy in his room and you had wanted to get some water from the kitchen.  

Even from that distance you could see her eyes, they looked just like Jungkook’s, they were clear and beautiful but they held a dying universe. You didn’t have to touch her to know – she was in pain.  

She gives you a weak smile as she disappears into her bedroom.  

---

You made your way to the bottom of the stairs, your footsteps finally catching the man’s attention.  

“Ah hello, weren’t you the young lady we had dinner with last time? Good to see you again”, he stood up and adjusted his shirt.  

“Nice to meet you again too, Mr Jeon”, you replied pleasantly. You walked up to him and extended a hand.  

“Has your school been preaching the importance of social formalities?”, he jokes lightly while reciprocating your handshake. You held on for seconds longer than what is socially acceptable and his expression turns queer.  

You waited for it to hit you. But it doesn’t. When you finally let go of his hand, you felt a surge of sorrow. Time has so passed, yet he never loved her.  

“I’ll see you around then”, he declares, intending to leave.  

“Mr Jeon, if I told you I can feel someone else’s emotions when I hold their hands, will you think I am crazy?”, you stopped him.  

“That is a very weird question young lady.”

“Y/N, please call me Y/N”, he must have forgotten your name.  

“Alright Y/N... so you are saying you can feel my emotions too?”, he asks candidly.  

“Yes, if I touch your hand. And there is one thing I have been wanting to know, if it isn’t too rude... can I?”, you asked outrightly, holding your right hand out to him a second time.  

He finds this intriguing. “What is it? What are you curious about? I will decide if I wish to participate in this experiment after you tell me what it is.”

You steeled yourself, he was a gentleman but his charisma still sways you a little. “Jungkook... he relies on you a lot, I was just wondering what you feel about him...”, your words trailed off in your nervousness.  

He was curious himself too, what he felt about Jungkook. And he was curious, whether you were really crazy. He puts on his best businessman smile, “Let’s see then”, and he grabs your hand with a firm grip.  

You waited for a few seconds, his eyes never wavered as he looked straight into yours. “I know he is not your son”, you suddenly blurted.  

There was only a minute change in the intensity of his stare, before he lets go of your hand eventually.   

“So, what is it? What do I feel about him?”, he questions you. You did not answer.  

“I’m not sure what I was expecting... but this is a really weird thing to lie about, Y/N. You can’t actually feel someone else’s emotions, can you?”, he laughs, finding the whole situation outlandish but amusing.  

“I did, I lied... I can’t feel your emotions...”, you replied and he snickers, “I can only feel your pain...”

His smile disappears gradually.  

“I don’t know if you are angry, or if you are upset. I don’t know if you like him or if you hate him. But I feel it, when I said that he isn’t your son... you felt it too, right?”, you asked slowly.  

He only allows himself to falter for a beat.  

---

Jungkook walks into the dark meeting room, planning to calm himself down before the marketing department meeting that was due to start in half an hour. He takes out his phone wanting to read your messages of encouragement to him again.  

“Bring your proposal over”, a deep voice suddenly bellows across the room. Jungkook jumps and quickly switches on the lights, only to see his father sitting at the end of the long table.  

“Dad, what are you doing here?”

“I’m the CEO of this company, I can be anywhere I want”, his father replies in hostility. Jungkook walks over and hands him the proposal which he had spent almost a week preparing.  

The hasty sounds of paper ruffling filled the tense silence. “You call this a proposal? You didn’t even put in the methodology you used. Shouldn’t that be the basic?”, his father spoke with derisiveness. 

Jungkook was stunned by the sudden criticism.  

“And what is this? This is from one year ago, this benchmark survey... does it even reflect the market today? Any high school graduate can probably churn up a better proposal than this”, the older man shuts the file and throws it back across the table.  

He doesn’t even look at Jungkook a second time before picking up the phone on the table and calling someone.  

“Cancel the marketing meeting at three. If there’s any other appointment waiting for me, fill in the time with that”, he commanded. As he hung up the phone, he mutters to himself, “this is such a waste of time...”

“Dad, I...”, Jungkook stutters.  

“We are in the office. Don’t called me that”, he stands up to walk out of the meeting room.  

---

“Sajang-nim...”, Jungkook creeps into his father’s office after being allowed in by the secretary. He had revamped the whole proposal, and he needed his father’s approval for it.  

The CEO scans the document quickly with his eyes. “You amended this yesterday?”, from the amount of changes made, he knew Jungkook must have spent the entire night working on it.  

“Yeap, I mean yes...” He started turning into a nervous wreck, but he clears his throat before saying, “there’s this part I am not too sure about because I haven’t really studied it before but I tried looking up some case studies...” 

His father flips the document impatiently, “I highlighted it in yellow here... I am just confused about the differences between the calculation methods”, Jungkook whispered.  

“Shouldn’t you have learnt this in university by now? Obviously you aren't even paying attention in class. Did you even attend enough classes to move on to your next semester?” He has never seen his father speak so stoically, it really is striking some fear in him. But almost as if outside of his control, the corner of his lips rose up.  

“Why are you smiling?”, his father glowers at him when he looks up at the absence of Jungkook’s reply to his questions.  

“It’s weird... you were always so nice to me last time but I never really felt like you cared. But now, you are yelling at me and I just feel... happy.”  

---

He ran to meet you at the theatre, you two had planned to go to a watch a play that evening. For once, you were the one waiting for him instead. You knew he didn’t sleep a wink the night before, having to rush the proposal, even cancelling your dinner plans. 

So, you were not entirely surprised when you spied him dozing off halfway into the play. You just let him rest his head on your shoulder and stealthily held his hand as you continued watching the show. He snuggled his face close to the crook of your neck. 

“My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; The more I give to thee, The more I have, For both are infinite”, Juliet says in the ongoing scene on stage.  

It is infinite, Jungkook’s love for his parents. Although it is tiring, and it may hurt sometimes, he still continues to love them. And thus, he hates himself a little less. You can only hope that the adults learn it too, that their love was also infinite, that they too, were mirrors of everyone else and of themselves.  

[dramaqueeenamby]

Space Between (5)

Ugh. I hate that I didn’t make it for Wednesday, but shit happens. :( It’s almost 3am here, but I wanted to make sure you all had this by the time you get up, and I made sure that it’s nice and long so, brownie points for trying? Yes? No? Okay. 

But, next week, Bun Bun Wednesdays (coined by the awesome @dreamlovealways ) will resume its regular programming. 

I hope this doesn’t appear boring because it’s really telling if you read carefully, analytically, and psychologically. I don’t always like giving explicit answers. I sometimes make you work, put together the pieces, find the indirect causes and such. 

That’s what this is. 

Let’s see who (if anyone) can pick up the biggest takeaway from this chapter.

Whoever gets it right makes an appearance in the next chapter and if it’s more than one of you, that’s okay because the scene in which you appear allows for more than one person. :) 

As always, if you would like to be added or removed from the taglist for THIS story or my permanent one, reply, reblog, or message me stating so. :)

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Y/N released a battle cry as she kicked the last of her opponents in the throat, effectively grounding him.

Indefinitely.

Panting, she wiped the sheen of sweat that had built up on her face with the back of her hand and straightened her posture.

From up above in the viewing area, she waited for the reaction of her superiors, to see if she had pleased them.

For once.

“You have been practicing.”

“Yes, sir.” She kept her chin up and eyes straight on the wall across the room, the staff in her hand secured and ready for another round if needed.

She could literally feel their judgmental eyes burning into her. “Your timing has improved as well.”

“Does that please you?”

“Perfection pleases us.” The woman’s voice cut deep, void of emotion, but she was used to that.

She was used to them.

“Then that it was I will work for. Consistently. You have my word.”

The man chuckled darkly. “Is that so?”

“Perfection will never be an option for you. Your genetic defect impedes it.”

She didn’t even react to the hurtful comment. After all, she’d heard varying versions of them every day for the past 13 years.

“Nevertheless,” he placed a hand up and rubbed his beard. “Let her humor us.” His stoic eyes twinkled with an indecipherable emotion. “Kill him.”

Her mouth faltered as she finally looked up at them. “My lord?”

“Was I unclear?” He quickly turned hostile. “A warrior must never give his or her opponent an opportunity to defeat them.”

Y/N looked down at the boy who was probably her age, maybe even younger, she couldn’t tell, but what she could see was the fear in his eyes. She didn’t know his name. It was forbidden for royalty to mingle with commoners. He was just a kid that she sparred and trained with, but he was still that, a kid.

Someone with his whole life ahead of him. She couldn’t kill him. She couldn’t kill anyone who hadn’t done anything to warrant such a thing.

“I-I-I”

“You can’t.” The woman spoke coldly. “Very well.”

She dropped her head, knowing that she’d shamed them. “I am sorry....for disappointing you.”

“It would not be the first time.” He spoke as the two turned around to leave, and her eyes watered. “But it will be the last time.”

Her head snapped up. “I don’t unde-“

She cried out in pain as someone came from behind and kicked her in her lower back. She wasn’t prepared and fell on top of the male student who quickly pushed her off before running away. It was against the law for commoners to touch royals without permission.

She went to jump up but the person who attacked her stepped on her back to hold her down and grabbed her hair, yanking her head backward as he decked her in the front of her neck.

She started to wheeze and cough, spurring out blood on the mat as her assailant walked around to stand in front of her.

Y/N went to jump up and kick him, but he grabbed her by her neck, lifting her off so that her feet were dangling. Her eyes watered when she saw who it was.

“Jamal.” She managed to force out, her tears blinding her vision as he slammed her into the ground.

Y/N shouted from a mixture of physical and emotional pain. Never would she have imagined that the sixteen-year-old son of a prominent Niganda diplomat, her brother’s best friend, and her future betrothed via an arranged marriage (set in stone years prior) would be responsible for such a vicious assault.

She knew that he trained with Belay, her brother, that he was rumored to be starting to earn his position in the King’s court, but she didn’t know that he’d be willing to go this far.

“Please.” She moaned as he cracked his knuckles and brought his fist down on her stomach. She yelled in pain, clutching and turning on her side from the burning sensation.

“Fight me, princess!” He mocked, squeezing her shoulder. “Only a coward stays down and takes a beating.”

“No.” A newfound voice, a newfound livid voice, introduced itself. “Only a coward attacks someone that he knows is smaller and weaker.”

Y/N mustered enough strength to lift her head and mumble softly. “Brother....”

Jamal started to back away from a bruised and bleeding Y/N. “Come now, Belay. I was only following orders. If she had just-“

He didn’t get a chance to finish because Prince Belay had closed the distance between them, pouncing on the other boy, immediately starting to rain punches onto him.

“You think that you can hurt my sister!” The teenager was furious, each word coinciding with a violent blow to the face, chest, arm. The area of impact didn’t matter, just as long as it made a collision. “I’ll kill you and have your whole family executed for putting your fucking hands on her!”

This time, Jamal was the one spitting out blood as he again tried to explain himself. “Come on, man. Your father-“

“Don’t you ever call him that!” Belay snapped as he dragged his former friend to his feet and kicked him in the back of his knees, decking the boy in his neck. “That man is a monster.” He brought his eyes over to where his sister was struggling to stand up on her own. “And so are you.” He lifted his knee to Jamal’s face, breaking his nose before hitting him again, knocking him unconscious.

Belay stood over him for a second, forcing himself to calm down before he went back over to his little sister.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” She cried and shook her head. “Mother and father-“

“You think that I give a fuck about them?” He interrupted, hoping that his shortness didn’t come off as though it was directed at her. “Look at what they just did to you, Y/N.” He reached out and lightly stroked the top of her head. “And for what? Let me guess....they wanted you to kill someone.” She said nothing, but he didn’t expect her to. He already knew. “Come here.”

She whimpered as he gathered her in his arms, her head automatically resting against his chest. “I’m sorry about-“

“Don’t.” He cut her off. “And I don’t want you crying over him either. Any man that could so easily put his hands on you just to win favor, or for any reason for that matter, is not worth it. You don’t ever give anyone the power to hurt you. You understand me?” She nodded gently as Belay took in her battered face which was becoming more swollen by the minute. “I’m always going to be there for you, Y/N.” A beat. “I promise.”

“Owww!”

Y/N jumped as Bunme moaned from her spot between her legs. She looked down and realized that she’d probably pulled too hard on her hair. “Mommy’s sorry.” She murmured and cleared her throat, wondering where that memory came from.

She’d stop thinking about her brother a long time ago. The past…it was…too painful sometimes…often times….all the time.

She needed a distraction.

“Make sure to use your manners.”

“Yes, mommy.” Bunme bemoaned and turned up her nose as Y/N saturated her hair with curl activator from roots to tip.

The mother grabbed the wire brush to ensure that the product was engrained throughout her daughter's curls before separating it down the middle. “And if there is something that you don’t understand, don’t be afraid to ask.”

“I knowwww.” The little princess rolled her eyes while Y/N pulled up one side of her parted hair and started to place it into a high ponytail, doing a two strand twist and wrapping it around into a bun.

She grabbed a different and smaller brush, craning her core around as she lightly wagged it in her daughter’s face. “And you are to stay with Dumi and Ayo at all time!”

“I know, mommy,” Bunme whined as Y/N craned her head back to check the front of her hair to ensure that the first doughnut came out properly.

Y/N switched brushes again as she laid down the kitchen and sides of the other half of her little girl’s hair. “And most importantly, under no circumstances are you to-“

“Have any fun whatsoever-“ Bunme and Y/N looked up to see T’Challa leaning against the door, his arms crossed, that infamous smirk on his face. “Bast forbids, you find any joy in this experience.”

“Kitty!” Bunme shouted, her smile wide, her dimples glaring as Y/N quickly tightened her legs around her daughter to keep her from moving as she tightened the hair tie around the second bun. “I knew it was you!” She giggled and stretched her arms and legs.

His eyes twinkled with curiosity. “You heard me coming?”

“Of course!” She maintained her smiled and grabbed her doll that was between her legs, flying it from side to side with her extended arms.

“She has excellent hearing.” Y/N commented as she worked on her daughter’s baby hair, using the comb to create an ��S’ pattern, forgoing gel as she preferred to allow her curls to do as they would.

He walked into the room, that same equivocal look in his eyes. “Yes, but the kitty is supposed to be quiet.”

“Not from me,” Bunme yelled as she stood up and slipped a robe off that her mother made her wear when she was getting her hair done. She spun around and ran toward T’Challa who was still deep in thought when the child ran into him.

He decided to humor her and made an “umph” sound as she wrapped her arms around his legs and looked up.

“That didn’t hurt!” She accused with a giggle as he bent down to crouch and extended his arms to hold her hands.

“Well don’t you look absolutely beautiful.” He complimented, bringing one hand to her face as he lightly tapped her cheek.

“Thank you.” She retained that ever infectious smile and moved in between his legs, grabbing onto his chest as she turned around and pointed to Y/N. “What about mommy?”

T’Challa looked up and watched as the eldest princess of Niganda also removed her robe revealing her yellow two-piece that exposed portions of her midsection and arms and accentuated her figure. Only a few pieces of fine jewels adorned her neck and wrists but that did not surprise the king as he always knew the women to be one who never truly cared to exercise her status or wealth.

“Exquisite…” he breathed as Y/N slowly brought herself to smile, glancing down and then up again as she resumed putting away the hair supplies.

Bunme, however, frowned as she looked back and forth between the two, narrowing her eyes slightly at T’Challa. “Is that a good thing? Because my mommy is the prettiest mommy in the whole wide world!”

He chuckled at her defensiveness. “Why yes, of course. Never would I insult your mother, sam isipho.” He too slanted his eyes, but playfully. “Not when she such a fierce protector.” The child fell out in laughter as T’Challa started to tickle her, Bunme relentless in her attempt to separate from the king, but he had her in his iron grasp.

Y/N watched the two interact, a pang of guilt hitting her so strongly that it brought a frown to her face.

Look at how well she’s taken to him….

“I’m always going to be there for you, Y/N.” A beat. “I promise.”

Her heart sank, but she was a professional at poker faces.

“Alright, you two,” she managed to plaster on an artificial smile as T’Challa finally stopped, both he and Y/N surprised when a smiling Bunme put some distance between the two of them, lifted her leg and gave him a light side kick.

When she was done, she landed precisely on both her feet, guard up, in a defensive position, still with that same smile.

“Bunme!” Y/N placed both hands on her hips, her mouth ajar. “You can not-“ She stopped when T’Challa raised his hand and lifted one knee, placing his forearm on it as he looked over at the little girl.

“Who taught you that?”

“Mommy says to always be ready.” She nodded proudly as the king darted his eyes up to look at Y/N.

She rubbed her temples. “For a real attack, Bun Bun. You cannot just go around hitting people. Let alone kings.”

“You did well, Bunme.” T’Challa applauded as Y/N watched him stand up and walk over to her, eying her closely before looking back up at her mother.

“She has exceptional precession for someone so young. How old was she when you first started training her?”

Y/N paused with her answer. The question about Bunme’s hearing. Now this one about her precision. She wasn’t daft. She knew exactly what he was trying to figure out, and she damn sure wasn’t trying to go there with him. Not when their….her daughter was only a few feet away.

Still, she had to say something.

“She’s my shadow. What I do, she does or either wants to do. She’s been watching me train since she was an infant. I suppose that contributed to her advancement for when she actually started.” Her answer was purposely vague. She was well aware of that and, unfortunately, so was he.

He just didn’t say or show it.

“Interesting.” He clasped his hands behind his back and turned around to see that Bunme was clutching her doll with apprehension. “Is something wrong, sam isipho?”

Y/N frowned. That was the second time he’d called her that. She made a mental note to ask him what it meant. That is if her daughter didn’t beat her to it.

She looked up and chewed on her bottom lip so that it was pushed to the right before leaning back and forth on her sandals. “Can I…is it…okay…if I bring my dolly?”

T’Challa opened his mouth but faltered.

Y/N, the ever so ready mother casually moved closer to the man so that she was within earshot and slyly looked down. “She never goes anywhere without it.”

T’Challa did not outwardly respond to the information and instead looked back over to the waiting little girl. “Of course you can.”

She grinned and curtsied, her eyes growing wide. “Wait. What’s mommy gonna do while I’m gone?” She then walked up to T’Challa, craning her neck up to stare at him. “You gotta make sure she’s not all by herself. I don’t want her to get lonely.”

The older woman eyes watered. For over twenty years she’d felt that loneliness, basked in it, prayed for something, someone to deliver her from it. Never could she have imagined what she initially thought to be her worst mistake would end up being her biggest blessing.

She opened her mouth to respond but T’Challa beat her to it, crouching down so that he was eye level with her. “Do not worry, little one. As long as I live, you nor your mother will ever be alone.”

♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔

“Are you sure that there is no way for me to contact her?”

“Y/N…”

“Just for a second.”

“She is fine.”

“You don’t know that.”

“And you don’t know that she is not fine.”

“So then would it not benefit us both to check and see her whereabouts?”

T’Challa grinned cheekily. “I am not the one who is senselessly worried.”

Y/N stopped walking and grabbed him by his arm, forcing him to look at her. “It is not senseless.” He raised a brow as she dropped her shoulders. “I just….” she released a heavy sigh, her hand reaching out to dust across the bush of rare flowers. “We’ve never been apart from each other. The feeling is…foreign.” She looked over her shoulder. “I like knowing her whereabouts at all times.”

“Knowing that she’s safe.” He translated, hands behind his back.

Y/N laughed softly. “You must think me foolish….to be so frightened of her while she attends school….of all places.”

T’Challa stood behind her, admiring how the rays of the sun reflected off her cocoa complexion, the purity of her enriched melanin.

Her fingers lightly treaded over the petals. “At home, she is unable to attend any of our schools.”

“Because of the high risk that she brings…..” He supplied quietly, already knowing where she was going.

“They’d prefer my parents, but they’d surely settle for her.” She turned around. “And bombs have no names.”

He eyed her, the amount of vulnerability that she was sharing with him surprising, but he was certainly welcoming.

“You once told me that Niganda only provides free schooling for the children of politicians, elite members of societies-“

She nodded. “Basically all of the people who can afford it-“

“And those who can not-“

“Learn what they can to pick up a trade and head into the workforce.” Her bitterness at the educational system was evident in her tone as well as her face before she searched his face. “Why do you ask?”

“Why did you choose to go into education?”

She said nothing for a good minute, maybe two and then started walking with him following close behind. “My brother and I were once very close. He told me everything and vice versa. We both had private tutors as our parents thought that we were too good to go to school with the other children.” She rolled her eyes which then saddened when burdened with the painful memories of a reality check. “I know now that they just did not want us to know the full extent of their wicked ways.”

He frowned. “You are referring to their educational policies?”

She kept her head straight as she subtly nodded. “Sometimes the greatest pain comes not from the secret itself but from the measures taken to keep the secret alive.”

He moved his arm to block her from walking, prompting her to look down as he maneuvered around so that he was standing in front of her.

Y/N’s eyes shut as the back of his left hand slowly trailed down her arm, her heart a fluttering mess as she turned her head and attempted to calm her climaxing nerves.

“What are you doing?” It came out as a whisper, her voice, as she felt his breath against her neck, his hands on her waist.

“What secret are you referring to?” She stilled and not from the shock of his lips lightly grazing the area surrounding her clavicle. “The one from your parents.” She inhaled deeply as he opened his mouth and raked his tongue over her now scorching skin. Damn, she hated how his touch always left her on fire. “Your brother.” She tried her hardest to focus on her family, hoping that it would distract from what he was doing but his hands started to roam her body, pulling her into him, squeezing, lightly massaging. “Or that which exists between us.”

She quietly hissed and reluctantly brought her hands to his upper arms. “There is no us….”

He moved his head so that he could look at her. “So it is us.”

“What do you want from me, T’Challa?” She pressed, dragging her hands down to the core of his attire, lightly grabbing onto the black material as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“You, Y/N.” He answered, lowering his head so that his forehead was touching hers. “Just….you.” She closed her eyes mostly because she practically knew his answer before he confirmed it. “But that cannot happen until you stop pushing me away.”

Her mouth opened to rebuff his statement, but she faltered. “I d-d-“

“And you cannot blame it on Bunme because you did the exact thing five years ago, so tell me…what is it that holds you back?” She finally opened her eyes up and gazed up at him as he wiped away a tear that she hadn’t even realized was readying to fall. “Or who?”

She suddenly wished she’d rejected his request to join him on a walk in the palace gardens. It seemed as though each day in Wakanda was becoming increasingly emotionally difficult. Questions were being asked that she either didn’t have answers for or didn’t want to answer.

Except for the question at hand….that one truly had her stumped. When she first arrived, she would have said that it was because she hated him, he was an arrogant asshole who she couldn’t be bothered with. But he wasn’t.

He wasn’t even that five years ago. Maybe a little, but not to the extent that she dragged for him.

So why did she have such a hard time opening up to him?

“My king.”

She turned her head as Okoye interrupted their moment, wanting to put as much distance between them, but he kept his hands on her waist.

“General.” He acknowledged.

“Forgive my intrusion,” Y/N face flushed as she could practically hear the smirk in Okoye’s voice. “But Lord M’Baku and Lady Hawla have arrived.”

“Of course,” Y/N wondered why she felt a sudden coldness overcome her as T’Challa finally pulled away. “Please, send them up.”

“Too late for that.” A short woman with flawless mocha skin, stormy eyes, light freckles all over her face, and prominent cheeks chimed as she walked past Okoye. “It is unlike you to forget your obligations, my king. Someone’s age must be catching up with him.”

“I do not think that is it, my love.” A large man dressed in furs whose size and aura just screamed power also appeared behind Okoye, observing Y/N from head to toe with platonic curiosity. “I believe that the king’s attention was directed….elsewhere.”

“Enough.” T’Challa stopped them and placed a hand on the small of Y/N’s back as she wiped at her eyes, directing them as they walked over to the two new people. “M’Baku, Hawla, this is Princess Y/N of Niganda. Y/N this is Lord M’Baku and his wife, Lady Hawla, rulers of J'Abariland.”

“A pleasure.” Y/N gave the Wakandan salute, something her daughter had been hellbent on teaching her a few nights ago even when she was disgustingly tired and just wanted to go to sleep.

“Ah, so this is her.” Hawla aww’d as she observed Y/N who frowned in confusion. “She is far too pretty for you, T’Challa.” Just how many people had T’Challa spoken to about her?

“I second that,” M’Baku spoke up. “Perhaps we can interest you in one of our warriors-“

“M’Baku, shall you and I go discuss the tribal matters as planned?” T’Challa interrupted, a scowl on his face that made both Y/N and Hawla smile.

“Of course.” The monolithic man agreed as T’Challa informed that they would return as soon as they were done, departing, but not before M’Baku gave his wife a list of a few good potential suitors.

“I thank you for…thinking of me, but I am not interested in dating.” Y/N said as soon as the men were gone and she and Hawla were walking the gardens. “And T’Challa and I are just friends.”

“No, princess. T’Challa and I are just friends. Have been. For many years. What I just witnessed between the two of you is beyond the scope of friendship.” M’Baku’s wife lectured as Y’N quieted down.

“I…I have a child.”

“Say no more.” She chuckled. “Let me guess….Ramonda?”

Y/N stopped. “How did you know?”

“One. You’re not Nakia. Two. You’re not Wakandan. Three. You have the audacity to have a child?” She placed her hand over her heart and faked a look of apprehension. “Truly, how do you live with yourself? The shame?”

Y/N giggled softly. “So it is not just me that finds her unbearable?”

“That woman is bastawful.” She rolled her eyes. “But not even she can stop T’Challa when he truly makes up his mind about something. Or someone.”

“You assume that I feel about him the same way that feels about me.” Y/N sighed.

“Do you?” It hadn’t even been ten seconds when Hawla spoke again. “The fact that you could not answer right away should tell you something.” A beat. “Did you know that Wakanda is not one of the countries that your father reached out to for asylum?”

Y/N stopped when she heard that. “What?”

The other woman nodded. “It was our neighboring nation of Narobia who declined the request. It just so happened that there was a summit the day after the request came through and Narobia’s president was discussing the petition. T’Challa overheard, inquired, and as soon as he heard it was you, he reached out to your father…and that was pretty much it.”

Y/N was stunned. T’Challa hadn’t told her, not that she was surprised, but still. Why had he gone so far as to secure her safety? After five years? Truly, what was his endgame? Did he have one?

“I think we both know the answer to that,” Hawla smirked as Y/N recoiled with horror in the realization that she’d be speaking aloud. “The question that remains now is what are you going to do with this information?”

If only Y/N knew.

If only.

[ramblingshit]

The Uninvited - 1944 - 5/10

long ass exposition voice over - beautiful ominous scenery, craggy cliffs, white water frothing against dark rocks,

tall large bricked house with vines climbing up the walls, doorways twice the height of people; smart funny concise script with light-hearted orchestral music to match, large columns, clear crystal chandeliers, large curve staircase; that one locked door; open fire by the bath; brother and sister couple who act authentically like siblings, loving and reassuring and taking care of each other ; large open white and naturally lit house on the edge of a dangerous cliff which has a dead tree at its edge.the creepy house always has an old name. house rumoured to be haunted  but the idea is shrugged off and laughed at. damn nice transitions and cuts. creepy and ugly room cold and damp and fills them with doubt and depressive thoughts and flowers wilt. there's always a dog barking at things. being black and white they have an awesome eye for contrast and tone. acting is eyyyyyy. okay they tried to edit together two parts of the same conversation and it was ew. ohh theres another one. omg this shit is so good - the little bits and pieces making the characters real and relateable and funny. suddenly flickering candles. the sound of a woman's heartbroken crying echoing around the house, coming from nowhere but sounding from everywhere and it stops at dawn. doors closing by themselves. ol mate jumped and hid under his sheets lolol. men interrupting girls and calling them delicate and needing to calm themselves. damn refusing ol mate to see his grandaughter - this doesn't mean we are of equal social standing like lol what an ass - 'Great Scott!!' secret meetings with the granddaughter ooohwerrooooh. ol mates all lovey with this 20 year old lass. 'golly!' using these terms completely unironically amazing. 'they're hardly our sort'. ol ol mate knows the house is haunted but won't admit it. 'go to your room!' 'don't be impertinent'.  vases taller than a person and flowers and bouquet just as tall. fuck that dress is gorgeous but i don't trust this granddaughter she was so mad at the start looked like she had decided on something and now all of the sudden she's buddy buddy? yeaaaaaah alriiiightt. this chicks twenty what twenty year old is actually this mature and wellspoken. he just stares smilingly at her enamoured with just listening and watching her talk. man at the piano, beautiful young girl listening to him, three candles in a candlestick on the piano. he literally seems old enough to be her dad, but he's goofy and excitable oooooh the candles went down and he started being sad and she noticed and wasn't affected? she's fleeing!! sprinting out to THE CLIFF IN HER WHITE DRESS HOLY SHIT he caught her at the last moment she didn't even realise she was doing it - right at the place where her mother fell by the dead tree, and now they make jokes and are singing to lighten the mood NEVERMIND a lady is SCREAAAAMING oh shit it was Lizzie - the studio is fucked up making people depressed and there was a creepy mist or some shit by the door now she says it was the ghost of a woman - gets one fright and lizzie is like lmao bye im not staying here - fkn smart lady - Stella is MIA. nope she's collapsed, is she dead 'stella, darling' she looks so dramatic in her long white dress - bish faints and they're spoonfeeding her soup and keeping her bedridden and not wanting to risk moving her. oooHoooo the great scary tale of the house comes out, everyones dying off in the house with their secrets, there's the strange smell of flowersss and lightss creepin about stellas gone out the window lol oh no she's creeping out behing the curtains. its very dark. she's convinced her mother is haunting the house, she sounds and looks mad lmao i still do not trust this bitch. he's declaring his love and she's tryna talk about her mother's ghost and how she wants to go to the house and he's like nah you're never getting back imma tear it down - 'i hate you for that!' 'oh stella' an they kiss??? ah no he kisses her and she's like fuck off and runs away and he's actually CONFUSED? moron lolol out here expecting her to want to marry him and him be her life and she's out here with her own problems wanting to go and do things and see her mum like mate stoppp they've known each other like a few weeks and he's out here tryna tell her what she can and can't do who he think he be?? she's not listening to me - she's on the edge of a mental collapse! ohhhh the faked seance is realllll damn sonnn oh wtf she's possessed the doctors all for it what a mate she's speaking in a language she doesn't knowwww ey mate spanish and the scent is back. is she maybe the spanish lady's baby and not the woman she thought? ooooooh spooky mist they're trapped in the dark cold room oh yikes its got a scary face grandad just showed up lmao she's spending half the movie in bed and the granddad is a fkn asshole stupid ass prick - he killed his daughter maybs? whos miss holloway all fancy n shit shit they drugged stella what this bitch what are these two up to. they're kidnapping her? dumping her off at holloways' house - she has secretsss; was friends with stella's mum. the mystery in this is really good and interesting. oh fuck miss holloway was a trained nurse and watched mary mereidith go over the cliff (stella's mum) they mentioned blonde hair, and holloway and stella have dark hair - important?? i'm getting very into this lolol. "Why are you whispering?" "Why are you?" the music is awesome to express thoughts and actions. an eccentric older lady with bows and scarves and a basket full of eggs "miss bird' i love her immediately wait its a basket of stones. i love her. holloway loves the stones and miss bird cute. she's a psychologist? a very successful psychologist with a big beautiful house and she's definitely a fucking lesbian mate she loves mary meredith. they hate spanish women in these movies. oh shit the spanish lady was gonna yeet the baby stella over the cliff that's hilarious. certainly don't trust this chicka either. she literally has an enormous picture of mary in her office between two bouquets of flowers taller than they are. she started a sentence and caught herself - secretssssss. god their dresses are next level gorgeous. so holloways house is actually an asylum and she's trapped. holloway hates stella and stella confronted her about it and she didn't deny it - she's glad stella's chucked in. wtf lady went to the doctor cause she thought her baby was delirious cause he was laughing lolol what the actual fuck it's a baby. miss holloway murdered carmel!!! they are so chill about it. shit's pretty dull. the book just turned pages - they smell the flowers again. what IS she up to - fkn holloway's eyes are in shadow while stella's face is completely brightened. wtf is she UP TO. damn that door is gorgeous - arched and a head an a half and with six squares of incredible carvings in the wood. she's too happy about all this. about sending stella to the house - to the 'cliff and the rocks below the cliff! that's where mary went, that's where she died' she's cray cray. 'i've done what she wanted at last - haven't i mary, it's all straight now.' mate how did she go from being suss to being mental. they didn't lock their front door??? 'i'll be alright now - i'll be with my friends! :)' okay she's not evil? she's actually excited and cute about being allowed to stay in the house. she's all alone - whtfuck there's a man snoring/groaning? someone calling her name - in the studio! its gdad. whats he doin here. her voice is so musical and soft and smooth and breathy - these women man. teh ghost is pretty cool - i  think the sight of it just killed him tho. oh shit ahaha she screm and flee. toward the cliff!!!! over she go!!!!!a a lot of people saying 'darling'. he's so enamoured with her and she doesn't give a shit ahahah. now she thinks shes cray- nevermind the smell is back and the doors just flung open. broke her arm twice in a year? CARMEL HAD A BABY TOO. SHE's for SURE carmel's baby!!! I told you!!! stellas chill with it. carmel's laughing instead of crying and then she's all good the ghost has been freed ---- nevermind. Rick's seen something and shut the door - mary meredith is cray?? she has icy rage - she wants Stella! creepy gaunt face with white scarf flappin in wind and no body or legs - she was gonna kill the kid if she couldn't have it herself. rick's being mean to the angry ghost. lol he threw lit candlestick at her? ew wtf the sister is getting with the old barely a character doctor? and now he's expecting yet again that stella is all for marrying him jfc. alright its over start was much better than end yikes.

[buttercream-me-up]

Rumors // Jack Maynard

Word Count- 1338

Summary- You go to a gleam party, and meet your ‘Youtube crush’.

Warnings; N/A

A/n; This one took forever because I wrote it all out then realized the anon included the “Youtube party” part and had to rewrite it, sorry it took so long. (I’m not mad about rewriting by the way, it was my fault so don’t feel bad x )

Requested; Yes. This is a hell of a long request, but enjoy!

request;  Sooo I tottaly love your works! Could I get one with Jack Maynard with 2, 15, 80, 81, 91, 132, 134 (and you can add 48, 106 only if u want) and I knowwww its a lot, but I was thinkingabout something like Jack is known as a player, buthe starts to feel something to the reader who can be girl who he met like at some youtube event/party but she is scared that he would break her etc? If u read the prompts it makes sense I think😏 I am sorry its so long and I will be grateful if u write this,thanks❤️

2. Can you shut up for five minutes, please??? | 15. You’re breaking my heart, babe. | 48. I bet you can’t go 24 hours without cussing. | 80. Nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise. | 81. Excuse me for falling in love with you. | 91. Sorry I’m protective over the things I love. | 106. I try my best. | 132. I have reasons. You wouldn’t get it. | 134. You don’t mean that.

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“Hello everyone!” You said, smiling towards the camera. “Today we’re going to the gleam party, and I really don’t know what to expect, honestly! It’s my first time, and you guys get to come with me on this adventure! Obviously, I won’t be able to vlog everything, but I’ll try my best and film as much as I can!” You turned it off, smiling to yourself as you left the hotel.

As you arrived at the party, a wave of nerves washed over you. You knew a few people, but not many. You saw your cousins, Joe and Zoe Sugg, and greeted them with hugs. “It’s so good to see you again.” You said to them, smiling brightly. The three of you caught up for a bit, when Zoe excused herself to go with Alfie, Poppy and Sean. Joe had an excited look on his face. “What now, Joseph?” You asked, knowing something not-so-good was about to happen. “Come meet my mates!” He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the crowd to a group of boys.

You recognized them all from their YouTube channels, and it seems they recognized you from videos with Joe, or your own channel. Caspar Lee, who you’ve met before, (from visiting Joe when they lived together), Josh Pieters, and Jack Maynard. Jack Maynard. He’d always been your ‘YouTube crush’, but you were always told how bad he was. You knew his reputation, and you weren’t someone really to judge before knowing for yourself. Jack, however, you’d heard so much about him, you were quite scared to even consider him as something as other than a player, so you ignored your little crush. It would pass, anyways.

You let Joe introduce you to his friends, and Josh, Caspar and Joe all went to get drinks for the 5 of you; luckily for you, Jack insisted on staying to keep you company. “So Y/N, having a good time?” Jack asked, a bit awkwardly. You were surprised, Jack always seemed so confident and outgoing in his videos and he seemed to be holding himself back. “Yes, actually. It’s quite nice just catching up and meeting some new people who share experiences with you.” You said, smiling to try and ease his discomfort. He smiled back.

“It really is.” Jack said, seemingly scanning your face. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, cheeks burning slightly. You didn’t like the way he was looking at you, but you didn’t dislike it either. It was like you wanted to dislike it, but you didn’t. “Just taking your beauty in. You look even better in person, for the record.” He said, smoothly. “Flirting already, Maynard? Your reputation precedes you.” “I try my best.” He said, proudly. “I never said it was a good thing.” You said, smirking.

He mock gasped. “You don’t mean that.” He said, pretending to be offended. Though, unbeknownst to you, he was. “Yeah, I do.” You said, unamused. “Then why? Rumors?” He persisted, curious. “I don’t know, it doesn’t matter. Has it occurred to you I’m maybe not interested?” You said, teasingly, and shrugging. He gasped once again, placing a hand over his heart over-dramatically as if he’d been shot. You chuckled at his terrible acting. “Another thing that needs work; your acting.”

“You’re breaking my heart, babe.” He pouted, crossing his arms in front of his chest. You shrugged. “I do watch your videos, though.” His face lit up. “You do?” He asked, unbelieving. “Yeah, and judging by your videos, I bet you can’t go 24 hours without cussing.” You challenged, he gave you a look of disbelief. “Of all my videos, that's what you got of my personality?” He asked, chuckling and shaking his head. You nodded. “That, among other things.” You said, cheekily. You reminded yourself mentally you couldn’t get involved with him.

Just then, Joe, Josh and Caspar returned with drinks, and the 5 of you chatted for a bit. You couldn’t help but notice Jack constantly watching you. Joe, Josh and Caspar were deep into a conversation about football, and you were bored. You walked away, finding Sean, (who you knew from Poppy and Alfie), who was like a brother to you, and danced with him. Some would think it was a relationship type dance, but everyone who knew the two of you knew you may as well have been siblings. Poppy especially knew, and she was smiling watching you and her boyfriend dance.

Jack, however, was not as happy with it. He knew Sean had a girlfriend, why the hell was he dancing with you? He stormed over to you, grabbed your arm and (rather aggressively, yet not enough to hurt), tugged you away from Sean. You frowned, turning around rather angrily and looking at whoever stole you from Sean. “What do you think you’re doing, Jack?” “He has a girlfriend.” He said, simply. You looked appalled. “Excuse me? I was having time with one of my best friends. What on earth gave you a right to interrupt that?” You spat, emphasizing the ‘best friends’. “Sorry I’m protective over the things I love.” Jack said, simply.

You scoffed. “That’s rich. Since when was I a ‘thing’, or something you love? This is ridiculous. I’ve met you today. Seriously, Can you shut up for five minutes, please??? I’m sick of your flirting, leave me alone and let me enjoy my day!” You yelled, tugging your arm out of his grip. “Excuse me for falling in love with you. Why are you so unbelieving that I care about you?” Jack said, following you. “You met me today!” You said, turning around and throwing your hands up to exaggerate the point.

“So? I’ve told you I’ve been watching your videos for a long time; and that you’re my YouTube crush. That’s not it. There’s a reason you’re not letting me in; I can see you were having fun with our banter. Please, at least tell me why you aren’t giving me a chance. I’ll leave you alone.” He said, looking at you with pleading eyes. You’d never thought Jack could act like this; he looked vulnerable. That’s something you’d never thought possible. “I have reasons. You wouldn’t get it.” You said, sighing, and shrugging. “Again, is it because ‘I’m a player’? Just be honest.” You stayed quiet, and he knew he was right.

“Y/N, please. I know I’m not a perfect guy, and I know this is probably weird since we only met today, but..” He took a deep breath, and you nodded for him to continue. “I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you in Joe’s videos. I’ve always wanted to contact you for a collab, but Joe said to stay away, and him being one of my best mates; I listened. Though, when I saw you today, you took my breath away. I’ve genuinely never felt my heart race faster than it did when I saw you. Please, give me a chance.” He said, looking into your eyes, and grabbing one of your hands. “Nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise. I’ll never hurt you. I’d hate myself if I did.”

You were almost in tears, the heartfelt speech; you knew he meant it. No player would go to that much trouble for a girl. You looked around, noticing a crowd had gathered during Jack’s speech. “Y/N, I’m coming after you if you say no!” You heard Zoe yell, and laughter erupted through the crowd. “Thanks for the pressure, Zo!” You called back. “Besides, I wasn’t planning on saying no.” You added, earning a cheer from everyone and a bright smile from Jack.

“Now that the sappy part of this party is over.. Let’s dance!” You called, and everyone laughed and moved to the dance floor. You completely forgot about your vlog, but you’d worry about it tomorrow. Right now, you were going to dance and party like your life depended on it, with your new boyfriend, the supposed player, Jack Maynard.

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Behind the scenes of this livetext: Mycroft gets a new phone and identifies Iago via haiku; Iago sees Hamilton; "Pride and Prejudice but in Starfleet" becomes a thing; Iago quits their job; SO MANY PUNS; and it turns out that Mycroft has never finished Avatar: the Last Airbender. A year in the making (I'm not even fucking kidding), I present you with: Iago Reads Wizards At War (lightly edited for ease of reading)

Mycroft: Better start bracing yourself for book 8 now

Iago: Oh sweet Jesus

Mycroft: There, no you can't say I didn't warn you

Iago: But you /know/ it's funnier when I get to threaten you with gruesome death!

Iago: Are you ready for this?

Iago: ...one of the chapter titles is "Acceptable Losses". /I/ am not ready for this.

Iago: Nita needs a vacation from her vacation. Nita sweetie...

Iago: "Neets, is it true he destroyed a whole alien culture in just ten days?" Carmela Rodriguez is my Patronus

Mycroft: Right?

Mycroft: She just keeps getting better

Iago: Roll call at the Callahan home: "three humans, one humanoid, one tree, and one giant bug" and I'm quietly cackling in public

Iago: "The centipede pointed a couple spare eyes at the Christmas tree." Taken out of context, I think that may be the most bizarre sentence I've ever read. In context, it makes perfect sense. I don't know which amuses me more.

Mycroft: Yesssss

Iago: "But her mom had loved those lilacs, and wouldn't be seeing them again." OKAY OW

Iago: Oh sweet minty Jesus

Iago: You weren't wrong.

Iago: And I wasn't prepared.

Mycroft: So not prepared

Mycroft: What's that in response to specifically?

Iago: Basically the entire series of events leading to Kit and Nita becoming Seniors

Mycroft: BASICALLY

Mycroft: IT'S ALL GONE TO SHIT

Iago: Descriptions of wizardries in action never fail to be beautiful

Iago: "The changes in the structure of space then start affecting the thought processes and reactions of all living beings in the area. Their behavior will start to become less and less rational...less committed to Life."

SHE WROTE THIS BOOK OVER A DECADE AGO HOW IS IT SO RELEVANT RIGHT NOW

Mycroft: Oh you have no idea

Iago: God help my soul

Mycroft: So yes, welcome to Tom's Wizardly PowerPoint of universal doom

Iago: I should just go see Moana again. It's far less depressing

Iago: "Uh-oh". Now Nita's getting in on it

Mycroft: Indeed

Iago: Looks like Nita's playing "fake it 'til you make it"

Iago: I don't know if that's good or bad, to be honest

Mycroft: Fairly characteristic tho

Iago: True

Iago: "...yet another lollipop sticking out of his face." That is the greatest description of someone with a sucker in their mouth that I've ever witnessed

Mycroft: Roshaun and his lollipop addiction

Mycroft: The real OTP

Iago: *chokes* oh my gOD

Iago: Sker'ret just called Nita "Senior". I think both Nita and I had a quick internal freak-out

Iago: THEY STILL HAVE BETTY CALLAHAN'S NUMBER IN THEIR HOME PHONE I'M GOING TO GO CRY IN A CORNER

Mycroft: ;__;

Iago: "The universe has started expanding too fast, and we have to stop it before it tears itself apart."

"Um. Okay, I see why you might need a few extra days off for that."

*slightly hysterical laughter*

Mycroft: Same

Iago: "Two weeks to save the universe". Sounds like an album title

Mycroft: I'd listen to it

Iago: "What /is/ grenfelzing, exactly?"

"It's kind of like emmfozing, but with chocolate."

Have I ever mentioned that I both hate and love your ability to quote these goddamn books at me when I ask questions?

Mycroft: I can't recall, but I'm glad to hear it

Mycroft: Also I mean that's the only canon explanation so really, what else could I say

Iago: But you quoted it /word for word/

Mycroft: Admittedly, that was at least partially For The Meme

Iago: I'll allow it

Iago: "...a brief, profound case of amnesia. They'd instantly forgotten why they were there" sounds like my life

Iago: Oh my god what is Spot doing with the TV

Iago: *whispers* How bad is it that my mind is currently in the gutter

Mycroft: Dataaaaaa

Iago: AM I JUST A PERVERT OR DOES THAT SOUND INCREDIBLY DIRTY

Mycroft: It's certainly something

Iago: "But most of the aliens are here for the cocoa plants." Well, I can't exactly blame them...

Iago: Carmela Rodriguez remains a gift

Iago: Oh god Ronan's back

Mycroft: Yessssss Carmela and Ronan

Mycroft: A dangerous combination

Iago: Ronan keeps the Spear in a pen

Iago: *checks date published*

Iago: Feels a bit Percy Jackson to me

Iago: Carmela has the insta-hots for Ronan. This is gonna be fun

Iago: "The fucking heir of an almighty something or other" is still a really good description for Roshaun. In case you were wondering if I had warmed up to him any more

Iago: WHALE

Iago: WHALE ON THE MOON

Iago: Whale On The Moon is the name of my new techno jazz band

Mycroft: Can I join?

Mycroft: I'll learn any new instrument you need

Iago: ...having thought about it, I'm legitimately not certain what instruments would be /played/ in a techno jazz band. So, I mean, if you want to learn the synthesizer...

Iago: Young Wizards book 8 alternate title: Wizards' Reunion

Iago: Lots of air quotes going on right now

Iago: ....I want Darryl's manual

Iago: "Where's your adjunct talent?"

"Playing with rocks, as usual."

Okay now I really want a puppy

Iago: "Twychild". Have I mentioned lately that the worldbuilding in these books gives me a case of the warm fuzzies?

Mycroft: Yesssss Tuyet and Nguyet

Iago: *whispers* Why is there a thought-voice talking in second-person in Kit's head

Iago: The description of Roshaun's living space send help

Iago: "A three-way collision between an antique furniture warehouse, a jewelry story, and a Gothic cathedral carved and decorated by the artistically insane."

Iago: So my brain has given Roshaun's father the voice of Mark Hamill.

Iago: There's a decent chance I'm going to just call him the Phoenix King

Iago: "Speaking truth to power is never 'out'." DAIRINE REMAINS GOD

Iago: (Also if I ever go to a protest I'm putting that on my sign.)

Mycroft: Yessss do it

Mycroft: And which kind of Mark Hamill are we talking here: Skywalker, Firelord or Joker?

Iago: Firelord. Thus the Phoenix King comment

Iago: Oh my god Dairine in the face of implications that she and Roshaun are ~involved~

Mycroft: Blessss

Iago: "You tell those people that they are completely nuts!"

Iago: Did...did Roshaun just /whine/ at his mother?

Mycroft: Yes

Mycroft: Not so dignified now

Iago: *falls off the table in laughter*

Iago: Oh god is Roshaun developing a Thing for Dairine

Mycroft: WELCOME TO THE MADDENING AMBIGUITY

Iago: MADDENING AMBIGUITY IS THE NAME OF MY NEW POLITICAL PUNK BAND

Mycroft: Bless

Iago: This is my favorite game

Mycroft: I know a fair few YW fans who have a particular talent for it

Iago: I have a list. I use them in my stories for bands my characters like

Mycroft: Most excellent

Iago: Ponch wants blue food

Mycroft: As do we all

Iago: I /could/ go for some blue Jolly Ranchers

Iago: Ponch, to Ronan: "You two just talk among yourselves."

Dog sass is best sass

Iago: "It's math, Kit, but not as we know it."

SHE. SHE JUST. SHE FUCKING DID THAT ON PURPOSE

Iago: I'm going to go curl up in a corner and cry with laughter now

Mycroft: Yup

Mycroft: What a nerd, right

Iago: Pot, kettle

Iago: Oh shit Sker'ret is having a fight with his parent

Iago: ...I currently have a desire to cuddle what amounts to a giant centipede. What have you done to me

Mycroft: The magic of Young Wizards

Iago: That was terrible

Iago: But, then again, I love terrible

Iago: Okay so the description of dark matter

Mycroft: Yes?

Iago: I feel like I have something crawling around under my skin

Mycroft: It's unsettling, isn't it

Mycroft: That gets worse

Iago: Oh god

Iago: "Nita for the first time actually saw someone else look out of Ronan's eyes. The expression was one of recognition coupled with a very controlled anger. The one who looked out had seen something like this before."

Oh. Shit. Oh /shit/.

Mycroft: Yessssss

Mycroft: Shit just got real

Iago: I am not prepared for this

Mycroft: Correct

Iago: GIGO

Mycroft: :D

Iago: "For transits like this, we temporarily rewrite the kernel that manages local gravity and mass in our solar system. It's no big deal."

oh my gOD

Iago: They are actually Dairine's children

Mycroft: They've been busy since we last saw them

Mycroft: And it's awesome

Iago: "A world of true computer wizards" get the fuck out

Iago: They're actually calling her Mother s e n d h e l p

Mycroft: RIGHT

Iago: I'm not crying you're crying

Mycroft: I'm not crying I'm eating a quaesadilla

Mycroft: The crying one must be you

Iago: Well I can't see to tell you so who knows

Iago: "Guys," [Dairine] said after a moment, "you make me proud."

"That is our other purpose," Beanpole said. "Our first one."

Iago: I A M D E A D

Mycroft: I knowwww

Iago: "Life's all the time sending /me/ messages I can't read." [Dairine] flicked just a second's glance at Roshaun, who she was starting to think was yet another of those messages.

Iago: Oh lordy

Iago: Oh god above send help

Iago: Spot's becoming less of a machine, more alive. I don't know if I'm in support of this change

Mycroft: Everyone needs upgrades now and then :P

Iago: I don't like change

Iago: I kind of adore the mobiles all bowing to Dairine

Iago: Roshaun raised his eyebrows and produced another lollipop, which he held out to her.

"How many of those things do you have?" Dairine said.

"Not nearly enough," Roshaun said.

Iago: Please excuse me while I go laugh myself sick

Mycroft: Roshaun has his priorities in order

Mycroft: There was always a jar of lollipops on hand at CrossingsCon in his honor

Iago: Perfect

Iago: "I'll give you a dysfunction where you'll have trouble finding it again."

Totally stealing that don't even care

Mycroft: Excellent

Iago: "I may be a mother, but you are /mine/."

Maybe I didn't take enough time to recover after finishing The Slow Regard of Silent Things I'm going to go collapse in an emotional heap

Mycroft: So many Dairine feels, I knowww

Iago: "Enthusiasmic incorporation of the Hesper--"

What? What?! What does it say? What does it mean? I NEED TO KNOW

Mycroft: [rubs hands together; evil laughter] I'M SAYING NOTHING

Iago: Oh god is time moving faster on Metemne

Mycroft: MAYBE

Iago: Oh fuck it's relativity isn't it. Because they're near the source of the dark matter, they're moving faster than the rest of the Universe

Mycroft: Very possible

Iago: Oh no. Introduction of Della Cantrell and MY EMOTIONS CAN'T TAKE THIS HALP

Mycroft: Oh boy

Iago: Nita's phone call to her dad. Direct hit to the feels.

Mycroft: Harry Callahan is such a good dad

Iago: That is part of why it hurts so much

Iago: "Nita, could you please get off me before we accidentally become more than just good friends?"

*cackles maniacally*

Mycroft: BEST

Iago: Holy fucking sHIT ALMOND SPIDERS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

Mycroft: Wait what

Mycroft: Remind me of the context for that

Iago: On Rashah. The creatures destroying the trees are almond-shaped and have eight legs. Almond spiders

Mycroft: Oh ok that's what I figured

Mycroft: HELLO TO OUR TERRIFYING NEW ALIEN FRIENDS

Iago: ALMOND SPIDERS. WHY.

Mycroft: WHY NOT

Iago: "They've been fighting each other, on and off, for /millions/ of years?"

"They must be really enjoying it, to keep the war going so long."

Sker'ret is so great

Mycroft: Rashah is not exactly a great vacation destination, that's for sure

Iago: Oh sweet minty Jesus the almond spiders are a remnant after an atomic holocaust I need a drink

Iago: And...they're all avatars...of the Lone Wanker. Better make that two drinks.

Mycroft: WELCOME TO RADIOACTIVE POSSESSED WAR-MONGERING GIANT SPIDER CULT WORLD

Mycroft: ENJOY YOUR STAY

Iago: Where is Nita's dad

Iago: I am Concerned

Iago: Also

Iago: I will never get tired of the "check your spelling" joke

Mycroft: Same

Iago: "Words had just failed Dairine." Gods above have mercy on us all

Mycroft: I appreciate that the narration pauses to note how unthinkable that is

Iago: Also, a "bright" version of the Lone Power

Iago: What does that mean

Iago: Why is bright in quotes

Mycroft: To indicate it's kind of a rough description of a more complex subject, mostly

Iago: But does it mean that we're getting a version of the Lone Power that's more on the good side or a version that's worse than usual

Mycroft: There's more explanation later, but basically picture the LP's non-evil twin

Mycroft: Like its opposite, basically

Iago: I thought /you/ were refusing to give spoilers

Mycroft: Meh, I saw that as more clarification on what you already read, ymmv

Mycroft: But stay tuned

Iago: Well obviously

Iago: Nita doesn't like shooting people who are shooting at her

Mycroft: Krakens don't count but I don't think they were as sentient

Iago: "I'm a wizard, not an engineer" goddammit /again/?!

Mycroft: Yesss

Iago: I shall take myself off to the laughing corner

Iago: Oh god self-destruct at the Crossings

Mycroft: Kind of a terrifying prospect

Iago: Nita just blew up a giant gun

Mycroft: Yesss

Iago: "High-fiving a giant centipede can take a while."

Up next on Winning Understatements....

Mycroft: That is so fun to picture

Iago: I know!

Iago: "I don't wear socks."

"Just as well. You'd bankrupt yourself."

That is /also/ fun to picture

Mycroft: As an antidote to the tense battle scene, have a bunch of centipede leg jokes

Iago: Pretty much

Iago: Wait

Iago: /Carmela/?!

Mycroft: Hahahaha yesss

Mycroft: THE GLORIOUS RETURN

Iago: What

Iago: WHAT

Iago: Okay, Sker'ret just /swallowed/ the self-destruct panel

Mycroft: He's got a talent for that kind of thing

Iago: Which, I mean, okay, great way to not lose it

Iago: But

Iago: Can't he digest, like, /everything/?

Iago: And the self-destruct sequence is still going?

Iago: What happens if he takes too long to get the panel back out?

Mycroft: Rirhait stomach work in mysterious ways

Iago: ...is that the canon explanation or your way of saying "don't think about it too hard"

Mycroft: Yes

Iago: Why did I let you talk me into this

Mycroft: Because it's awesome, come on

Iago: Ugh

Iago: *quiet noises of agreement*

Iago: "So I took steps." CARMELA

Iago: (Carmela is the reason I let you talk me into this.)

Mycroft: That's the best answer

Mycroft: This book is Peak Carmela honestly

Iago: *whispers emphatically* Juanita Louise

Mycroft: Yessssss

Iago: Carmela just referred to Filif as "my favorite Christmas tree" and Carmela is all of us in that moment

Mycroft: So true

Mycroft: Filif is tree-mendous

Iago: I fucking hate you so much right now. :b

Mycroft: :D

Iago: "We are on errantry, and we greet you."

"Not that you particularly /merit/ greeting." Nita pls

Mycroft: She's earned the right to some snark, I'd say

Iago: Clearly

Iago: "You get more honey with flies. Wait a minute, that's not how it goes." CARMELA PLS

Mycroft: Oh my god

Mycroft: Get ready for another legendary Carmela moment

Iago: IS SHE BRIBING THE TAWALF WITH CHOCOLATE

Iago: FUCKING SHIT YES SHE IS

Mycroft: YEAH

Mycroft: And now you know why this book made Carmela everyone's favorite

Iago: I'M SO PLEASED WITH THIS

Iago: I mean Dairine is always going to be my eternal favorite but yeah Carmela's a close second

Mycroft: Relatable

Iago: Oh my god now she's threatening to /eat/ the chocolate right in front of them I'm crying

Mycroft: I KNOW RIGHT

Iago: Ponch the almond spider is trying to catch his non-existent tail

Mycroft: Omfg I forgot about that

Iago: It's a hilarious picture

Iago: I think I just witnessed a cult gathering

Iago: "You let me worry about this planet, and I'll let you worry about all the others." HARRY CALLAHAN IS BEST DAD

Mycroft: THE VERY BEST

Iago: NO

Iago: NONONONONO

Iago: TOM AND CARL HAVE FORGOTTEN THEIR WIZARDRY

Mycroft: AH YOU'VE GOTTEN TO THAT PART

Mycroft: WELCOME TO HEARTBREAK CITY, POPULATION YOU

Mycroft: And also Nita

Iago: S E N D H E L P

Iago: Wait are Rirhait mostly purple

Iago: Because if yes than they are my new favorites

Mycroft: They also come in blue, green, and pink, but yeah

Mycroft: I'm pretty sure Sker'ret in particular is purple

Iago: Well I saw that but the book makes a point to say that there are a /lot/ of shades of purple and I fucking love purple

Mycroft: You're in luck, then

Iago: "I would never lose my balance. I am a paragon of grace and stability."

"Oh, yeah. Who said /that/?"

"Roshaun."

Someone help me

Iago: I cannot

Mycroft: Pffft

Mycroft: Classic Roshaun

Iago: Kit is hiding his eyes from "sex stuff" and I'm laughing

Iago: "My dog brings home strays." Kit your dog is a fucking gift

Iago: A ducking gift who knows how to work a situation to get dog treats

Iago: And...and then he gave the treat to the Yaldiv that he brought home.

Iago: Ponch is a good dog.

Mycroft: Ponch is a good dog

Iago: "What is it with these Callahan women that they're always after yelling at you and giving you grief?"

"Not always. Just when it's going to get most on your nerves."

Kit just be glad Nita isn't here because she'd sock you

Iago: Oh

Iago: Oh shit

Iago: Just head the story of the dogs' Choice

Iago: And

Iago: everything is fine

Iago: EVERYTHING IS FINE MYCROFT

Mycroft: E V E R Y T H I N G I S F I N E

Iago: "Even when people mean to do good things, bad things happen in the world."

"They're happening already. Pretending they're not won't help."

Memeki the almond spider is speaking to my soul I'm gonna go start a revolution now

Mycroft: Yes please do

Iago: ALMOND SPIDER ATTACK OH GOD

Mycroft: I'm greatly enjoying your dedication to calling the Yaldiv almond spiders

Iago: NITA AND CARMELA TO THE RESCUE FUCK YEAH

Iago: WAIT WAS THE "THING" NITA WAS SUPPOSED TO GO BACK AND GET ACTUALLY /CARMELA/?!

Iago: BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE THE FUCKING GREATEST

Iago: Also

Iago: What does it mean that Memeki was honored by the Great One

Iago: Is she pregnant

Iago: Is she being nommed from the inside

Iago: Oh. Oh shit. What does Memeki mean by "my time"

Iago: CALLED IT ASSFACES

Iago: I mean

Iago: She's not currently getting et

Iago: But

Iago: Eggses

Iago: EGGSES, PRECIOUS

Iago: ACK NO WHY WITH THE MEMORIES OF BETTY I AM NEVER PREPARED FOR THOSE

Iago: Okay apparently the thing Nita was supposed to bring was /not/ in fact Carmela but rather hEART-WRENCHING MEMORIES OF HER MOTHER'S DEATH

Iago: Oh god Carmela is yanking Kit's chain about having found a manual and I'm experiencing emotional whiplash halp

Mycroft: Carmela is dedicated to yanking as many chains as possible, the audience's included

Iago: THEY'RE ALL LOST THEIR WIZARDRY SEND HELP

Iago: ROSHAUN IS ON HIS DIGNITY SEND A DIFFERENT KIND OF HELP

Iago: *inhuman screeching*

Iago: ACK NO YOU ABSOLUTE WANKHOLE GET YOUR DIRTY POWERS OFF CARMELA

Iago: "Oops," said Carmela...and, very slowly, smiled.

Mycroft: OOPS

Mycroft: The holy grail of Carmela badass

Iago: *screams a lot*

Iago: *so much screaming*

Iago: Oh, now This Bitch is rising from the ashes, because obviously

Iago: *snarls a lot*

Iago: *basically continuous snarling*

Iago: RONAN

Iago: R O N A N

Iago: *screams forever*

Iago: *interrupts eternal screaming for a breath* oh yes Sker'ret is in fact purple *continues screaming*

Iago: ROSHAUN WHAT ARE YOU DOING

Iago: ROSHAUN

Mycroft: ROSHAAAAUN

Iago: *still screaming*

Iago: WHAT THE HAP IS FUCKENING

Iago: WHY IS THE TRANSCENDENT PIG HERE

Iago: WHY IS PONCH A SHADOW DOG

Iago: P O N C H

Iago: PONCH IS SUCH A GOOD DOG

Mycroft: PONCH IS THE BEST DOG

Iago: *cries forever*

Iago: *is also still screaming*

Iago: TOM AND CARL ARE BACK

Iago: BUT ON THE OTHER HAND PONCH

Iago: PONCH

Iago: PONCH IS BACK

Iago: HE'S A SHEEPDOG NOW BUT HE'S PONCH

Iago: TOTALLY CRYING RIGHT NOW BECAUSE IT'S ALWAYS THE ANIMALS THAT GET TO ME

Iago: IT'S THE END OF THE BOOK AND THE DOG TECHNICALLY DIDN'T DIE

Mycroft: The dog did the opposite of dying, ultimately

Iago: PLEASE EXCUSE ME WHILE I COLLAPSE ON THIS BED AND SOB WITH JOY

Iago: Okay I'm going to go collapse in an emotionally exhausted heap and probably read all of A Wizard of Mars tomorrow. So. Be ready for that.

Mycroft: CONGRATS you made it to the last stop on the emotional roller coaster that is Wizards at War

Mycroft: You win a free trip to Mars

Mycroft: Where definitely nothing will go wrong