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The Morning After
Characters: Sylus x gn!mc
Warnings: Some hurt/comfort, semi-canon compliant heart condition, spoilers for current story release (Sylus Limited Myth mentioned).
Word Count: 1259
Written: 27th December 2024
Notes: Pre-relationship Sylus/MC, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in. Unnamed MC, but using my personal MC's basic appearance and adjusted backstory (Cat Curse MC). I take some liberties with what the game offers me.
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You’re pleasantly sore. A dull ache, soothed by oils and warm hands the night before. You’re not sure what you expected from sleeping with Sylus… it shouldn’t surprise you that he was gentle with you afterwards. Easing your aches, cleaning you up, feeding you. He had never made you feel like anything less than a treasure after that first meeting.
The need to sleep though, is strong. As good care as he took, Sylus Qin is a greedy man. As gentle as he is starving, treating you like an oasis in a desert. It’s both a terrifying feeling and an incredibly thrilling one.
His sheets are warm, but as you reach you hand out, he is not there to greet you.
Blood runs cold, broken heart stutters.
He’s gone.
Of course he’s gone.
Why wouldn’t he be gone.
He’s a fickle cat, as easily bored as he is amused. Short bursts of sharp emotions, that fade as quickly as they come.
Your sleepy pleasure drifts away from you, lost in a haze of self contempt. It is the downfall of extreme emotions, to be riding on a cloud in joy, and then crashing down to earth in sorrow. Hard enough to balance, without the added haze of pleasure addled brain. Still tingling from every touch, every kiss, every bite, every moan.
Hand pressed against your face, you roll onto your stomach, trying to force the feeling of inadequacy away.
You feel yourself on the verge of tears, irritated and hurting, but angry with yourself for feeling. For letting yourself feel like this.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stup-
Fingers in your hair, tracing over the back of your neck, you jolt. Startled, fraying. Red rimmed eyes, and a sniffling nose to see Sylus sitting on the side of the bed. Coffee in hand, though he hates it. His eyes widen, blinking at your expression, before he places the coffee on the side table. Leaning down to look closer at you, hand on your face, holding you. “Kitten? What happened?”
You don’t know what to say.
I thought you had left me.
I thought you were disappointed.
I thought you realised I was too much work.
“You weren’t here.” You choke out, your hand pressing against his, holding it there. You want it permanently etched into your body. His hand prints on every part of you. His mark in your soul. You want him to be part of you more than you’ve ever wanted anything.
You hate yourself for wanting so much.
You watch as his red eyes burn, before he leans down, pressing his lips to your forehead, inhaling against your hair. He thumb continues to stroke your cheek and he speaks against your skin, “I have no plans to go anywhere without you, beloved.”
Your weak heart jumps, dances, skitters. It is hard not to. He is nothing if not good with words.
For a moment you stare at him, as he stares back. His eyes mapping out your features, sparkling gems glittering in his eyes. You wonder if you look closer could you really see his soul there. Eventually his staring is too much, and you pull the sheet up, though he stops you, head titled.
You almost laugh. He does resemble a dog sometimes… or perhaps more of a wolf. Something as wild as it is capable of domestic life.
“You’re staring.”
“Am I not allowed to stare?”
You tremble inside, and glance away, “I’m not used to it.”
“Am I the only one whose stared at you, kitten? I find that hard to believe.”
He does look doubtful, but you don’t really know how to answer him. It’s not the stare, it’s the things you can see in his eyes. The warm heat, the twinkling joy, the way he looks like every man in love, in every movie you’ve ever watched. Cynical though you are, thinking such a thing doesn’t exist.
Yet he stands before you, with that look. So much more alive than anything you could ever imagine.
You feel like crying again, but its not a bad feeling. This one feels freeing, warm. Like kisses on your cheek, and mumbled promises of adoration into skin.
“I think I’d be too much work for most.”
He laughs, “You are. Very difficult.” Now he lies down, on his side, staring at you, smirk showing his canines. Looking for all the world like a creature that can drag you to hell. Beautiful red eyes, snowy hair, a sculpted face you think any artist would weep at. He looks like he belongs in a world removed from yours.
Sylus takes your hand, rubbing his thumb over it, and places it against his lips, bites on the inside of your wrist, then kisses it. Eyes closing for a moment, freeing you from their grasp, as he exhales. Like you are air he needs to breathe.
“I enjoy the work though, kitten. I always will.” His eyes open, and grab you again, imprisoning you. Keeping you here, with him, “And you know I will never back down when I’ve decided something.”
Unfaltering. Unkillable. Unstoppable. You think of the words the twins use for their boss. If there is a single vision of Sylus it is a man who will stop at nothing to achieve what he wants. With violence, with money, with skill…
With heat and passion and pleasure.
You enter his arms willingly, if loving this man is a sin, you think you joined him as a fiend a long time ago. Before you even noticed it was happening. Sleep greets you once again, comforted at his presence, and relieved by him.
Perhaps that broken heart can beat a little longer for him.
———
He watches you fade into your dreams, and while he wants to join you, for a moment he just wants to be here. Real, and warm, and flesh and blood. You are in his arms, you let him touch you. He is surprised how much he still yearns for, like he has not scratched the surface of many years of need.
Of waiting, and hoping, and searching.
Of running up against the prison of fate, demanding he bow to its whims.
He cannot force the world to bring you to him, so he has to find you.
You think he can stop loving you, or find you too much. You fear he will wake up and regret it.
Sylus wishes you could see into his heart, and his soul. He wishes you could feel it thrumming inside of you, everyday, because you are the life of him. You are what gives him cause, him reason. You are a part of him, in all the ways that matter.
He hears you in his chest, he feels you in his bones.
He has chased you through worlds, and he will never stop.
There is a siren’s song in your very blood, and he will always listen to it.
You are all that he wants, and there is no time where that is no longer true.
Be he dragon, or man, he feels greed so fierce and powerful he knows it will never dim. No matter how long he gets with you.
As long as you extend your hand, as long as you smile, as long as you find pleasure with him, touch him, need him, want him… he will always be there, and always need and want and hunger for you.
There truly is no amount of work you can offer him, that does not thrill his soul to do.
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Ectoberhaunt Day 5: Ouija Board
Summary: To get into the spooky season spirit, Tucker and Sam convince Danny to play a video game late at night, and Danny isn’t pleased about the subject of the video game.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34303123
Too Close to Home
“Let me get this straight,” Danny interrupted. “I fight ghosts - real ghosts - on a nightly basis. And now that I actually have a free night you want to take up the time that I should be sleeping to fight fake ghosts?”
He shook his head as he looked at his computer screen, the only light in his entire bedroom aside from the digital clock that showed the hour: 11:45. From the first-person view of the computer game on his screen, he watched the avatars of both of his friends attempt to throw basketballs into a hoop.
“But this is way more fun,” Tucker’s voice said over Danny’s headset. “And it hurts a lot less! Ah! Dang it Sam - you messed up my throw!”
Sam cackled triumphantly. “Better pay more attention to your timing then.”
Tucker groaned as his avatar abandoned the basketball for spray paint cans, which he chucked at Sam. “Besides Danny, we’re not fighting ghosts: we’re hunting them.”
“Fine, fight, hunt, whatever. I still do both of them,” Danny argued.
“Not like this you don’t,” Tucker grinned. “God he’s gonna get creamed.”
“You know Danny, maybe we should let you go to bed. You’re gonna ruin my perfect streak,” Sam teased.
Danny rolled his eyes. “Or maybe you’ll actually do better because you have a true ghost hunting professional on the team,” he defended. He had no idea why he was bragging - he’d just been given an out and given the late hour he should take it, but now it felt like he needed to defend his pride as a ghost hunter. …That thought sounded a little too similar to something his parents would say and he quickly dismissed it. “Besides, I played the tutorial, I know what I’m doing. I’m just trying to figure out why we’re doing this.”
“Because it’s spooky season,” Tucker replied with a hint of sarcasm.
“We are only five days into October, Tucker, and if you’re gonna keep doing this all month I am going to hit you with the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick,” Sam threatened.
“I dunno, it might be worth it,” Tucker teased. “What do you think Danny?”
Danny shook his head, even though none of them could see it. “As the only person in this group who has actually been hit by the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick, I would back off,” he advised.
“Listen to Danny Tucker,” Sam chuckled as her avatar walked over to the white board to set up the hunt. “He’s actually speaking wisdom for once. Now come over here and pick out your gear.”
The playful teasing between best friends stopped as they actually got serious and picked out the gear they would need for their mission. Since Danny had no money, he couldn’t really participate in the conversation, but it seemed like Tucker and Sam had played this enough to know what they needed to bring. Sam started the mission, and their avatars found themselves inside the trailer looking at another whiteboard.
“Alright, looks like our ghost is named Thomas Clark and he responds to all of us,” Sam informed the group while Tucker’s avatar walked over to the shelves to equip supplies.
“Well that’s a dumb name for a ghost,” Danny complained as he looked at the bulletin board next to the computer. He had to squint at his screen to read them, but the articles were fairly legible and contained ghost stories he remembered hearing his parents talk about. It also had a recent article that he actually remembered running in USA Today proclaiming Amity Park as the most haunted city in the world - he didn’t know whether to feel proud or annoyed.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Sam agreed, though her voice was laced with sarcasm. “He should have gone with Thomas Phantom instead.”
Danny rolled his eyes as Tucker burst out laughing. “Oh yeah, now that sounds like a proper ghost,” Tucker added between laughs.
“I knew I was going to hate this,” Danny groaned under his breath. “Can we just get this over with?”
Sam’s avatar turned to face the new whiteboard. “Alright, fine. Objective one: find out what kind of ghost we’re dealing with - standard. Objective two: witness a ghost event.”
“I am a ghost event,” Danny smirked, causing Tucker to burst out laughing again.
“Objective three,” Sam snapped, “capture a photo of the ghost.”
Tucker’s avatar grabbed a camera and snapped a picture of Danny’s avatar. “Got one!” he proclaimed, which drove both boys into laughter.
“Objective four,” Sam said louder, “get a ghost to walk through salt.”
“What? That’s dumb. Everyone knows that’s an old wive’s tale,” Danny complained as he shook his head. Did the creators of this game actually do any real research before they made this game?
“Are you regretting this yet Sam?” Tucker asked as he finally stopped laughing.
“Let’s just get in the house,” she groaned. Danny smirked in triumph, and he could tell Tucker was sharing a similar smirk on his end.
They divided up equipment between the three of them, but not before Danny could comment on the inaccuracies of each of the pieces of equipment and how useless they’d be in an actual ghost fight. From faulty science to just being plain incorrect, Danny made sure to have pithy comments about all the equipment. He didn’t know why it bothered him so much that it had to be accurate - he was not his parents - but as a ghost and a ghost hunter, it just felt a little more personal than he wanted to admit.
Because he was the newest one, Danny got stuck with the Spirit Book (“What? Are they trying to imply all ghosts can’t write? That’s alivist!”) and the EMF Reader (“...Okay that one’s actually accurate”) because they were apparently the easiest to use. Laden down with their gear they walked up to the small house. Sam’s avatar unlocked the door and they headed inside. Danny noticed the tonal shift immediately. Outside he could hear wind and crickets chirping, but once he stepped inside the doorway, an oppressive silence covered his headphones. It reminded him of the sensation on a pressurised airplane and it unnerved and unsettled him...a lot more than he planned to admit to his friends.
“Alright, spread out,” Sam instructed. “See if you can find the ghost room.”
Ghost room, right. He remembered that from the tutorial. It had been the garage in the tutorial, so he figured he should start there. He walked back through the dark house, turning lights on as he went. It wasn’t because he was scared - absolutely not, he was a real ghost hunter! - it was just much easier to see. He pulled out the EMF reader and walked into the garage. It had an eerie quality to it, and he couldn’t tell if it was because he remembered seeing the ghost there last time (a mean looking (and inaccurate) ghost covered in blood and holding an axe) or if it was because he was alone and the room was so large, but he did not like being in here.
“You know, in the tutorial, the ghost was a bloody axe-man,” Danny remarked over the walkie talkie.
“Yeah, I think he’s standard in the tutorial,” Sam remarked offhand. He did not want to admit how good it felt to hear her voice in the oppressive silence of the house. They were clearly focused on their tasks, and that was a good thing, but it felt a lot better hearing their voices.
“Red blood,” he continued, simply to trigger more conversation. He didn’t get any EMF readings, so he gratefully left the garage. “Not ectoplasm. It’s like they didn’t even try.”
“Ugh, Danny, they’re going for a horror aesthetic, not something real,” Sam sighed.
“What? Ectoplasm-stains are horrifying,” he countered as he walked through the rest of the first story. Still no EMF readings.
“Only when it’s yours,” Sam said, and the weight of those words echoed in the silence of the house that made him stop moving for a moment. “No cold spots upstairs,” Sam informed them to break the silence.
“Yeah, no EMF downstairs,” Danny added. “I’m gonna check out the basement.” That’s where they loved to hang out in the real world, so it seemed the next best choice.
“Oh hang on, if you’re going down there I’ll go with you,” Tucker spoke up.
Danny stopped halfway down the stairs. “It’s fine, I’m pretty used to basements,” he joked weaky.
“Yeah, well the last time you went into a basement alone with untested ghost equipment you died.” Tucker said it light-heartedly as a joke, and it was one they’d said a bunch of times before, but somehow it just didn’t feel the same in this tense environment. It felt too...personal.
He waited for Tucker’s avatar to appear before they walked down the stairs together into the basement. Unlike Sam’s basement or his own, this basement had a much creepier feel to it, with the foreboding worn brick walls and discolored cement flooring. Honestly he was glad Tucker went down there with him because it just felt better having another person there.
“Sam, maybe you should get down here with the thermometer,” Tucker mentioned as they both walked through the basement. “Because we’re not--”
Danny whirled around as he heard something thud hard against the ground behind him while he jumped in his chair. The EMF reader in his hand jumped up to three dots and blared at them while he stared at a box of tools now on the ground. The ghost was clearly in the room. Danny half-expected his ghost sense to go off, but he had to remind himself it was just a video game. There wasn’t actually a ghost here.
“What happened?” Sam’s urgent voice said over the walkies.
“Ghost knocked something off the shelf down here,” Tucker said as his avatar walked over to the toolbox. “Ooh! We’ve got fingerprints!” he cheered as his avatar shined a light on a glowing handprint.
“Oh that’s so not how that works,” Danny complained, just to help lighten the mood. Honestly he felt a bit jumpy knowing that the ghost was in the room...and he couldn’t sense him. He’d dealt with invisible ghosts before, but his ghost sense always gave him a vague idea of where they were...except for now. He turned in his chair to check the room behind him. No ghosts, no ghost sense. It’s just in the computer game.
“Figures that the ghost would be in the basement,” Sam remarked as her avatar walked down the stairs and opened her journal. Right! Journal. Danny opened his and placed their one piece of evidence inside. The sooner they got all of those the sooner they could leave, and he really liked that idea.
“I’m not seeing freezing temperatures, but it is a little cooler than the rest of the house,” she continued. “So let’s start setting stuff up in here. Tucker get the DOTS up and I’ll place the camera. Danny place the spirit book.”
Okay, this wasn’t so bad with the three of them in the room. He could hear them moving around and he could see them, so it made him feel a bit better. And there was still no sign of the ghost. He put the spirit book down near the toolbox and looked away from it. Maybe the ghost wouldn’t write in it while he was watching? He didn’t know.
“Ooh!” Tucker cried excitedly.
“Did you see it in the DOTS?” Sam asked.
“No - Ouija board! Oh yeah!” Tucker cheered. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”
“Oh I love these,” Sam agreed. Danny’s brow furrowed as he looked at the screen. Why were they acting so happy - didn’t they forget there was a ghost in this room with them?
“Hang on, let Danny try the Ouija board,” Tucker suggested. “You know, because he’s never seen it before.”
“Ooh good idea,” Sam agreed. Danny walked over to where they were and saw Sam’s avatar set down a light brown board.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sus about your motives right now,” Danny said. He had a bad feeling about this...
“No Danny, it’s fine. These are actually pretty cool in this game,” Sam assured him. She quickly explained how the Ouija boards worked in the game and what questions to ask, and against his better judgment, he walked over and activated the board. The numbers and letters glowed orange against the light color of the wood.
He decided to start with something easy, so he swallowed and forced his voice to come out clear. “How old are you?” He jumped in his chair and his avatar backed up quickly as the planchette moved across the letters.
“Y - O - U - N - G,” Tucker read. “A young ghost.”
“Oh God, I hope that doesn’t mean it’s the crawling baby ghost,” Sam sighed. “I really hate that one.”
“Ask it something else,” Tucker encouraged.
“I don’t know,” Danny hedged. For some reason the Ouija board set him on edge. Something deep in his gut did not like this. Even if it wasn’t real and he kept telling himself it wasn’t real, he didn’t like it.
“No dude, it’s okay,” he assured him. “You can ask two questions before a significant sanity drop. Just ask it one more and you can go back to the truck.”
He very much wanted to go back to the truck. He just needed a chance to regroup. He was a ghost and fought ghosts for a living and he could not understand why this game unnerved him so much. But Danny Phantom wasn’t scared of ghosts, any kind of ghosts, and he wasn’t about to show it on a video game. “Fine,” he groaned as he picked up the board again. ���Who died?”
This time he knew what to expect, and didn’t jump as much as the planchette started moving. First to the D, then to the A. Over to the N, then looping back to the N. It ended on a Y.
All three of them stopped moving. The silence became even more deafening around them. Danny dropped the Ouija board and backed up as far as the game would let him. He felt a cold sweat drip down his back. Danny. It spelled Danny. How did it know his name?
“...That has got to be a coincidence,” Sam finally said after the silence that seemed to stretch on forever.
“The ghost’s name must be Danny,” Tucker suggested, voice full of forced bravado.
“...No it’s Thomas,” Sam said slowly. “It must just be reading your username to scare you,” she decided.
“No my...my username is GhostBoy,” Danny reminded them, finally feeling like he could speak.
“Is this game actually haunted? Danny, what did you do?” Tucker accused, voice bordering on hysterics.
“What? I didn’t do anything!” Danny yelled back. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He put a hand up to feel his breath - still normal temperature. He looked around his room. There wasn’t a ghost here. But how did it know his name? And that he did almost die in a basement? “You’re the one that told me to use it!”
“Okay, let’s just calm down,” Sam interrupted. “It’s gotta be a coincidence. Let me try it and see if it says the same thing or gives me my name. It could be a new update that checks the name on the Steam account or something.”
Sam moved closer to the board, but before she could touch it all their flashlights flickered.
“Shit!” Tucker yelled.
“Run!” Sam cried in a panic.
Danny followed them up the stairs to the main level. The idea of running from a ghost, not fighting it, was so foreign to him, but he had no choice. He was powerless here. No ghost powers, no weapons, no thermos. He was completely helpless against this ghost.
He bolted for the garage, the one other room he knew how to get to. Sam’s avatar was running next to him. He could hear footsteps behind him and he swore as he ran towards the garage. Sam diverted into another room, but he continued into the garage. He found a locker he’d opened before and rushed into it. He barely remembered to turn off his flashlight and he waited. Seconds passed and he realized he was holding his breath. No...not holding his breath. Not breathing. He looked down at his hands and saw the glowing white gloves. When...when did he change into his ghost form?
Sam’s voice over the walkie startled him. “What the--? Oh my G--” The walkie feed cut to static and then nothing.
“I...I think it got Sam,” Tucker’s voice said over the walkie. Danny turned on his flashlight and saw that it was no longer blinking. He threw his head back in relief. The hunt was over. He climbed back out of his locker, keeping the door open again just in case.
“Dude, she was running right next to me. It must have followed her instead of me,” Danny told him. “Ugh, well what are we going to do now? She’s the only one who knew what she was doing!”
“Wait, I thought you would be a pro because you’re a ‘professional ghost hunter’ - isn’t that what you kept saying?” Tucker teased.
“Yeah, well I lied! This is nothing like ghost hunting!” he argued as he walked out of the garage. He was going back to the trailer. “Real ghost hunters would bring some kind of weapon and wouldn’t just run around helpless! We should just call it.”
“What? No! We’ve got two more pieces of evidence to collect. And we haven’t done any of the objectives! Tucker retorted.
“Fine!” he snapped as he walked down the main hallway. “if you want to keep looking for clues you can, but I’m going back to the trailer to check--”
The front door slammed shut. His flashlight blinked again.
“Shit!” Tucker cried.
Danny could hear the footsteps behind him. He could feel a heart thumping in his headset. He started running off to a room but stopped. No, he was not running again. He was going to stare this ghost down and prove that Danny Phantom was not scared of some ghost. His image struck fear in the hearts of ghosts and his name carried respect in the Ghost Zone. He was not going to let some video game ghost get the better of him and spook him with some Ouija board trick.
He turned around to face it, camera at the ready. If he was going down, he was getting a picture of it. The ghost blinked in the hallway and Danny saw the cause of his anxiety for the first time. The ghost floated down the hallway, with white hair and a black and white jumpsuit. It...it was him. The ghost was Phantom.
He completely forgot to take a picture as his own image rushed at him. He saw two gloved hands cover over the screen and then everything went dark. He heard the crash of breaking glass, saw a strange underground cavern for a second, and then he was back in a foggy blue version of the house.
The ghost of Sam’s avatar approached him, and he heard her laughing over the headset. It sounded like she’d been laughing for awhile. “Oh my god Danny, did you see the ghost?” she asked between laughs.
“It...that was...oh my God,” he groaned. It all made sense. Spelling Danny was likely an Easter egg, a cute nod to his name of Danny Phantom. The fact that it happened in the basement was just a coincidence, because it’s a creepy spot and a commonly haunted area. He hadn’t summoned anything. He wasn’t being targeted by some ghost in the computer. It was just an Easter egg paying homage to him.
Suddenly all the stress left him and he laughed. God, it felt so good to laugh after all that panic. This game had gotten him so worked up and over what? Over a ghost that looked like himself? Suddenly it all seemed so silly that it scared him that much. He had felt actual dread and fear, enough to trigger an unconscious transformation out of a need to protect himself, but there weren’t actually any real consequences. Now he just got to walk around unhindered in this ghostly version of the house, but nothing else actually happened.
Sam laughed along with Danny. “So you did see it then?”
“It was...oh my god Sam it was me! It looked just like me!”
“I know!” she exclaimed. “As soon as I saw it I forgot to keep running and stared. So of course it killed me. I did get a picture though,” she bragged.
“Oh man. I meant to, but I was just too stunned.” Now that he felt much better, he decided to wander around the house following Tucker who, for some reason, was still trying to finish the level on his own.
Sam suspiciously stopped her laughing. “Wait...Danny, your voice sounds weird. Are you...are you in your ghost form?”
Danny bit his lip as a slight blush graced his cheeks. “I don’t want to hear it.” But the telltale whoosh of the glowing rings turning him back to his human form seemed to be all the confirmation she needed. Except, he didn’t hear her laugh.
“...Danny, I wanted to apologize,” she said, and that made Danny stop moving and look quizzically at the screen.
“What? Apologize for what?” he asked.
“For goading you into playing this game,” she clarified, her voice surprisingly serious. “While I’ve been hanging out here in the spirit world, I realized why this game set you off so much.”
“What do you mean? I never said it set me off,” Danny defended. How could she possibly know that? He thought he was playing it pretty cool.
“Oh please,” she scoffed. “You’re in your ghost form and you were panicking after the Ouija board thing.”
“Hey you would panic too if--”
“Danny I’m trying to say that I get it,” she interrupted. “Being near a ghost without your powers? Without any weapons? Being powerless? It’s one of your biggest nightmares, that your powers will fail when you need them. And this game, it’s too close to home.”
Danny stopped moving and stared at the screen, because she was absolutely right. This was too close to home. How many times did he have to check to make sure his ghost sense wasn’t actually going off? How many times did he keep thinking about how similar everything felt to his own experiences? How unnerved he was about a ghost in the basement? It was too similar to his real life...except he had the tools he needed in his real life. Not a flashlight and some dumb spirit book, but actual real tools and powers and weapons, but here they were all taken away from him. Everything he relied on to fight ghosts had been stripped from him in the game and trapped him helpless in a house with his friends. Of course that bothered him. It was, as Sam said, one of his more recurring nightmares.
“...Yeah I think I’m good never playing this game again,” Danny admitted, the closest he planned to get to acknowledging everything she said was true.
“Honestly? I don’t blame you,” Sam agreed softly. “I think it’s easier for us because we’re used to this role: when there’s a ghost in the area, we help figure out what’s going on and support you. It’s not all that different from this game,” she explained. Her ghostly avatar followed Tucker out of the house and he followed after them. “But when you’re used to doing the fighting and defending and can’t...I guess it’s probably harder to separate yourself from the game.”
He reached behind him and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah,” he sighed. As much as he hated to admit it, she was right. It was too similar to his daily life, and as he tried to argue at the beginning, he didn’t need to hunt fake ghosts poorly when he knew how to fight real ghosts well. “You know you sound like Jazz,” he pointed out, trying to lighten the mood and change the subject.
“Wow, you’re going to insult me after I tried to help you?” Sam scoffed. “See if I ever help you again!”
Danny smiled at the screen, glad to be back to the teasing. He definitely felt more relaxed and more like himself. “Oh look, Tucker’s finally calling it quits,” Danny observed as Tucker closed the door to the trailer.
“God, I can’t wait to find out if he saw you.” He could hear her grinning through the headset and honestly he felt the same. Out of all of them, Tucker would be the most excited about this addition.
The screen changed over to the menu screen, showing all their accomplished objectives. It also meant that all three party members could talk to each other again. “I can’t believe you left me!” Tucker complained. “It’s even worse when you’re in there on your own! Do you know how much more evidence we needed to collect? Um, a ton!”
Sam laughed, and Danny had to join in. “Okay so we are sorry about that, but Tucker did you ever see the ghost?”
“No, which is probably why I’m the only one that survived!” he complained.
“Oh my god Sam, he didn’t see it,” Danny groaned.
“Oh my god.”
“No wait, didn’t see what?” Tucker asked. His voice had calmed down a bit and was colored with curiosity.
“Tucker...the ghost was Danny,” Sam told him.
“Uh no, we clarified his name was Thomas,” Tucker corrected.
Sam and Danny both groaned. “No Tucker, the ghost was Danny Phantom. It was skinned to look like Phantom,” she clarified.
Tucker’s line sat silent for a long time before he finally exploded in a shower of shock, excitement, and regret. “NO WAY! No! That is so cool! I mean I knew the developers were fans, but this is so cool! Like literally the best tribute ever. Oh my god I can’t believe I missed it! No!” he cried. He was so loud into the microphone that Danny had a hard time believing Tucker didn’t wake his parents.
“It’s why both of us died,” Danny explained. “We were just too shocked seeing it.”
“We’re going back in. I need to see this,” Tucker demanded.
Danny bit his lip. He was not going back in. He meant it when he said he was done. He almost had his explanation on his lips before Sam spoke up first. “I doubt it’ll show up two times in a row. I Googled it and the skin will be here for the whole month of Halloween as a random draw, so you’ve got time to see it. But if you want to try again tonight, I’ll keep playing if you want. Danny...he needs to get some sleep.”
“What? No, it's so much easier with three people. Come on Danny,” Tucker pleaded.
“Nah, Sam’s right, I should go to bed. Gotta be rested for those real ghosts tomorrow,” Danny chuckled. “Besides, being killed by my own image was a little weird.” And also a little too close to home, considering some of his memories of Dan.
“Yeah, this game isn’t Danny’s jam,” Sam explained simply. He had a feeling Sam would talk to Tucker more about what they discussed while their avatars were dead, and honestly he didn’t mind. He didn’t want to keep secrets from Tucker, he just really didn’t want to talk about it any more tonight.
Tucker sighed. “Alright, fine, you’re off the hook. At least you gave it a try though.”
“I did, and you’re both gonna owe me one for doing it too,” Danny reminded them.
“Dude, pretty sure you’re in the negatives when it comes to IOUs from us,” Tucker pointed out with a good-natured laugh. “Testing out inventions, excuses at school, doing your homework, remembering the thermos when you forget it, distracting your parents…”
“Okay okay, I get it,” Danny groaned as he left the screen and exited out of the game. “Well fine, then I’m less in the negative now. And on that happy subject, I’m going to bed. Good night guys.”
“Good night Danny,” Sam replied. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”
Danny almost hung up on their private Discord server when he heard Tucker speak up. “Hey Danny, wait.”
“What?” he asked curiously, his mouse still hovering over the disconnect sign.
“The type of ghost...was a Phantom.”
I’ve never cross-posted on tumblr before, so this will be a first! I hope you enjoy!
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Headcanons for being Jane Foster’s child
Jane Foster x child!reader
Thor Odinson x Foster!child!reader
warnings:
a/n: no not a foster child, jane foster’s child 😌 also im so super glad you liked those!!! hope these are just as good!!! and im genuinely so sorry these took so long
prompt: anonymous: “Hey! I just read the Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader HC and I loved it! Would you do the same but with Thor and Jane? ❤️”
no babysitter = go to work with mom
dr. selvig gave you a rubik’s cube to keep you entertained
“fuck that! here, y/n, you can play my DS” -darcy
“can you not swear in front of my child?” -jane
you thought tonight would be boring, but then your mom and darcy collectively hit a homeless guy with a car!
“holy crap, we’re all going to jail!” -you
“don’t say ‘crap,’ y/n! we need to get him to a hospital!” -jane
ngl this dude was kinda funky
darcy used her taser and your mom covered your eyes, but you still peaked ;)
ride to the hospital
“don’t touch him, y/n”
“sorry, doc”
and the very next day you guys stole him 💕
“mr. thor, where are you from?”
“i am from asgard! it is much different from this realm, but your’s is adequate, i suppose”
“thanks?”
you could see the way your mom looked at him, though
he ate all the pop tarts >:(
she gave thor her ex boyfriends clothes
“yeah, donald was a real ass—” -you
“don’t say ‘ass.’ darcy curses too much” -jane
“sorry, mom...anyways, donald forgot to pick me up from soccer practice like, a dozen times. he sucked” -you
“this ‘donald’ doesn’t seem like a very good man...also, what is ‘soccer?’” -thor
you grabbed a soccer ball and tried to show him how to play but there was some other stuff the *scientists* had to take care of
you were a regular at izzy’s diner (well, mom was) and they always made you cute pancakes in different shapes!!
“ah, it’s a smiley face! that’s adorable!” -thor
“yeah! they like to surprise me whenever i come in. they’re pretty awesome” -you
*your mom literally beaming at how good thor is with you already*
you and thor were drawing on paper placemats
and then he broke a glass and you started giggling hdhshshs
but he had to leave
“no, thor, please don’t go!”
“i hope to meet you again one day, little one. hopefully fate sees it through”
:((((
no time to be sad bc ur mom’s lab got hijacked by the government
“hey, no fair! that’s my diary!” -you
“sorry, kid. there are constellation drawings we have to observe” -coulson
“aw, you draw constellations? wait, not now. you can’t just take all our stuff. especially that! that belongs to a child!” -jane
“sic ��em, y/n!” -darcy
“don’t listen to darcy, y/n” -selvig
chilling in the trailer and missing thor bc he was the most interesting thing to happen to you and your mom in a while
and you wanted her to be happy even tho he was kind of crazy
“hey, mom? do you want to watch the stars tonight like we used to do? we could make s’mores?”
“that sounds like a great idea, baby! i’ve gotta go take care of some science stuff, so i’ll pick up some s’mores stuff while i’m out. love you!”
yeah she went to go see thor and he kinda got arrested but your mom came back home so you could watch the stars!
“so, do you like thor?” -you
“what? what makes you say that?” -jane
“it’s cool if you do, i think he’s awesome. a little weird, but at least he’s nice”
then thor and selvig came home and selvig was drunk as a skunk
*poking him while he giggles and tells you about thor*
“i wish your grandfather could have met that guy! he would have loved him...i wish you met your grandfather, too” -selvig
thor inviting you back outside
“i’d like you to teach me more about this ‘soccer’”
by the time you guys were done, it was 3am and you were too pumped to go to sleep
so thor told you stories of his home and battle and family
you didn’t want him to stop, you were fascinated by it all
and uhhhh yeah then earth kinda had some vikings show up
they told you that you’d “make a fine warrior one day”
and then yall got attacked by a ????? a what??? a destroyer???????
“get y/n out of here now! they shouldn’t have to see this!” -thor
you were still nearby and saw thor become thor again
after he was done fighting the destroyer, you ran to give him a hug
“that was awesome! can i hold your hammer?”
“maybe someday, little one”
then you didn’t see him for 2 years
which upset your mom a good bit, you had to help her through that episode. lots of sitting on the couch and eating ice cream together talking about how he wasn’t worth her time even tho you missed him too
but he came back! and then your mom sent everything flying bc she had an “infinity stone” inside her and thor took you two to asgard
“y/n! you’ve grown so much, i almost didn’t recognize you!” -thor
tbh you really digged the outfit they gave you, but also you were on another planet? thor insisted on giving you a tour (by flying you around)
“i do hope you’re having fun, little one!”
worrying about your mom simultaneously bc you overheard she was sick
but asgard got attacked and you and jane were confined to a room in the palace, which sucked because you wanted to see it all
but thor sent guards to bring you anything to keep you entertained
“maybe we’ll skip the mace for now, thank you” -jane
after several events that count as child endangerment, this chapter came to an end and your mom and thor finally made it official
loki called you a rodent and then saved your life so you were kinda iffy about him
about a year or two later, your mom had to travel a great deal in order to get some work done, so you were left in the care of thor, who took you to avengers tower
“oh, my girlfriend’s child is an angel! and they’re so intelligent, just like their mother!” -thor gushing to other partygoers
“yeah, thor, your ‘angel’ is sneaking drinks from the elderly” -tony
*sipping his beer* “they’re a growing teenager”
you did have an amazing time interacting with the avengers
and once they tried grabbing the hammer, you knew you had to get in on it (but you failed like the rest)
“don’t worry, my y/n, you have to be eighteen years of age to be able to lift mjölnir!” -thor
“oh, that makes sense!” -you, while thor aggressively shakes his head at the other avengers. he just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel bad you weren’t worthy yet :(
more child endangerment but really what did you expect?
thor went off world and your mom split it off w him but you did have his email so you were still in contact with him
swearing you saw odin on the street once or twice (fast forward)
and then your mom dusted and thor found you as soon as he possibly could, it was so good to see him
he took you in since you were alone now, you moved to new asgard and became prince(ss) of the new land by relation?? makes sense right
basically you and valkyrie made all the calls while thor grieved for years
but he still took care of you
“y/n, would you like to play video games with me? i think it may be a good bonding experience, what do you say?” -thor
“duh!”
uncle korg made you help him with fortnite while thor was asleep
you wished to wield stormbreaker one day
showing thor earth media! his favorite star wars character is r2-d2 dont ask why
he taught you asgardian recipes and you taught him...earth recipes?
when he was drunk he’d ramble on about his childhood and battle and enemies and jane and loki and hela and frigga and literally anything that came to mind
“y/n, could you please get me a beer? and get one for yourself, too” -thor
valkyrie most definitely gave you some battle training so you you blow off some steam, you were glad she taught you how to fight like a true warrior
thor wanted to teach you battle tactics so you could fight alongside him, but he never got around to it
a raccoon and bruce banner visited later on, proposing a way to get your family back, thor was an emotional wreck
his debriefing on the reality stone was tense when he started crying about your mom and everyone stared at you
“hey, don’t look at me. i don’t control the god, i just keep him company”
ending up waiting 1 second for the avengers to come back from their mission, resulting in you being stuck in the middle of a very heavy battle
“y/n, get out of here!” -thor
“don’t worry, thor! valkyrie taught me a few moves!”
“you make me incredibly proud, little one!”
“i’m not so little anymore, am i?”
“you will always be my little one, y/n. blood or not, that will not change!”
victory, but at what cost? it was a rough ride, you needed to get patched up, but your mom was finally home and thor...he decided it was time to leave earth again
“don’t worry, my y/n. i will see you again.” *tearing up* “i’m so glad i got the pleasure of raising you these past few years. i love you dearly, now go be with your mother”
you straight up wanted to bawl your eyes out right there
“well, y/n, you’re next in line for the throne of new asgard. what is your first command?” -valkyrie
“actually, i think you’d make a much better ruler than me. i’ve got to spend some time with my mother now that she’s home”
“you’re so much like him, you know that?”
staying with your mother, who was diagnosed with cancer not long after returning from the soul stone (a/n: jane getting cancer is canon in the comics and confirmed for thor 4)
“i missed five years of your life and now i’m sick, that’s just our luck, isn’t it?” -jane
she was understandably upset, but she also felt guilty
“mom, don’t beat yourself up. everything is okay, we’re still together right now. i won’t be going anywhere, i promise”
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The Men with Two Faces
When Frozen was released almost seven years ago, I fell in love with it and the love hasn’t stopped since, especially with the following of Frozen Fever, Olaf’s Frozen Adventure, and last year’s Frozen II. I am very proud to be in this fandom and have enjoyed expressing my love for it by writing analyses about them, and my friends and followers can rest assured I will never stop doing it, especially as long as there is more material for me to discuss! 😁😁😁
One of the reasons I fell in love with Frozen was because of Hans and the fact that he was a surprise villain. Disney introduced him by making us think he was another typical heroic prince: benevolent, noble, brave, caring, selfless, and kind. Hans tells Anna that he is the youngest of 13 sons from the kingdom of the Southern Isles, and in being the youngest, he has apparently faced ignorance, neglect, and abuse from most of his brothers, if not his entire family. But then in the third act, we discover that Disney had purposely misled all other characters, and even the audience, about who Hans really is. He reveals himself as a truly ruthless, sadistic, dishonest, power-hungry, selfish, two-faced sociopath whose only goal is to become king and gain the status, power, admiration, and respect he apparently never received from his family, and would never gain as the 13th heir of the Southern Isles. So he plotted to take control of Arendelle by marrying into the throne. He initially wanted to marry Elsa just because she was the oldest and rightful heir, which would give him a legitimate chance to become king. However, he decided to pursue and marry Anna when he realized that Elsa was an antisocial recluse, and planned to kill Elsa to get her out of the way and rise to power with him as king and Anna as his queen.
When I first saw Frozen, I was very shocked that Hans was the true villain, though at the same time, there were a few moments that made me suspicious of him. After seeing the film a few more times, I realized there were subtle clues of his villainy in many of his preceding scenes, so his villainous revelation did not come totally out of the blue. But Disney using the twist and idea of having a hidden main antagonist, one that was a prince, who is stereotypically a heroic character in fairy tales, no less, was something I very much enjoyed about Frozen because it was something so new, different, unexpected, and very unique, particularly for a Disney fairy tale.
When I saw Frozen II, I wasn’t expecting it to have a villain, hidden or not, since the trope of surprise villains by Disney, which started with Wreck-It Ralph, had been waning and it was getting easier for me to figure out who they were. Needless to say, when Runeard was revealed to be the film’s main antagonist, I was very shocked. I wasn’t shocked in the same way I was when Hans revealed himself to be an evil prince, but for different reasons. For one thing, Runeard only appears on screen as a living character during Agnarr’s story about the Enchanted Forest in the prologue, then as a snowy ice figure Elsa discovers in Ahtohallan years after his death. He has the shortest time on screen than any other villain in the Disney animated canon, yet Runeard also has a major effect on the film’s plot. He is one of the few Disney animated villains who affects the flow of the story from the very beginning, and is rather unique in doing so because he is a POSTHUMOUS main antagonist, the first one from Disney animation. In fact, Runeard is the Greater-Scope Villain of the Frozen franchise as his heinous actions against the Northuldrans not only led to the main events of Frozen II, but also to what became of his bloodline and what led to the events of Frozen. The fact that Runeard has such a short time on screen while simultaneously impacting so much to the story makes his actions even worse than those of Hans.
While the revelation of Runeard being the main villain has received mixed reception from fans and critics like that of Hans did, I can still focus more on the positive about the former’s villainy than the negative. Heck, when you look at both films and both of their main villains, Runeard and Hans actually have quite a lot in common, even though Runeard is far less developed as a character and has a much shorter amount of time on screen than Hans.
Both are monarchs who present themselves as kind, generous, noble, charismatic, benevolent people to the public, while in private, they reveal that are really nothing but cold, obsessive, ruthless, sadistic, two-faced men who are successful in concealing their true dark natures in order to gain the trust of others for their own selfish interests and benefits. In fact, when they make their first appearances in their respective movies, Hans and Runeard wear their benevolent masks when they meet with people, and both are wearing gloves as they do so.
Both prove themselves to be very competent rulers of Arendelle (though Runeard was a true king of Arendelle while Hans briefly acted as its reigning monarch in both Elsa and Anna’s absence), and are kind and generous towards the people of whom they are in charge. In truth, however, both they are very power-hungry individuals who do not care for anything except the power they have/crave, and are willing to do whatever it takes, including treachery and murder, to get what they want and expand their power.
Both have brief scenes in which they reveal their true colors to a single person and sadistically smile as they explain how the plans they have set in motion will be carried out and satisfy their ruthless, selfish desires. The difference between them is that Hans reveals his secret to Anna as he indirectly attempts to murder her, while Runeard reveals his secret to his second-in-command and doesn’t try to murder him (though he apparently instilled fear into the officer and swore him to secrecy over the true purpose of the dam’s construction).
Both plan to kill people who they see as being in their way and a threat to their goals. They sneak up on their victims when they (the victims) are seated on the ground (Hans on Elsa, Runeard on the Northuldra leader) and raise their swords over the victims’ heads, ready to murder them. As I said in “Striking Resemblances”, the difference between both moments is that while Hans failed to kill Elsa due to Anna’s intervention, Runeard succeeded in killing the Northuldra leader because no one else was around to witness and intervene.
And while it’s not part of their characters and actions within the movies, both mens’ true natures were kept a complete secret from viewers prior to the release dates of their respective films, especially during promotional material. Hans was labeled as “The Nice Guy” in the first theatrical trailer for Frozen, while Runeard was completely omitted from pre-release storybook merchandise, and Jeremy Sisto was revealed as the voice of the character for the first time at the world premiere of Frozen II.
The fact that Runeard killed the leader of the Northuldra while Hans didn’t kill Elsa suggests that Runeard is potentially a darker example of what Hans could have easily become if he had succeeded in his goal to kill both sisters and become king of Arendelle. But in the months since Frozen II came out, another possibility on how Runeard is suggested to be a darker reflection of Hans, with the former having succeeded in the past where Hans failed in the present, has been suggested by fans. As I’ve said before, Runeard was the founder and first king of Arendelle. Prior to this accomplishment, perhaps like Hans, he was once a prince who was overlooked and neglected by his family, and he craved power, respect, and admiration after having never received them from his family and/or the majority of his kingdom. Or perhaps Runeard was just a commoner, a poor nobody who still craved power and respect after never having received it, or even anything fine and desirable, in his life...and he ended up getting what he wanted when he created his very own kingdom and was proclaimed its king. AND when he became king, Runeard was set on expanding as well as protecting his power, with his only concern being his own status as a monarch.
Runeard and Hans both have underdeveloped backstories as villains and what makes them as such, even though it feels easier to figure out that of Hans based on what he does reveal to Anna. But considering how much they do have in common, perhaps Runeard WAS once in the same position Hans used to be, and he managed to succeed where Hans did not. With all we do know about them, though, Runeard appears to be far more evil and despicable than Hans, given his bigoted, judgmental, paranoid, hateful behavior towards the Northuldra and the magical spirits and his actions against them.
Hans briefly gets his chance of being a leader when he takes over as temporary ruler of Arendelle in both Elsa and Anna’s absence. He successfully wins the hearts of the Arendellians by acting as a kind, caring, benevolent ruler during the harsh conditions brought on by Elsa’s magical winter. The fact that he earned the trust and respect of the Arendellians and acts very competent as a ruler suggests that Hans really could have been a very good king. However, as I said in “Tyrant Terror”, while Runeard was revealed to be a ruthless, power-hungry, obsessive king in secret, he used the same kind of benevolent mask that Hans used when he appeared in public. Runeard apparently was also very competent as a ruler since he knew how to run the kingdom while pretending to be a noble leader to the public. He led the citizens, the guards, and the castle staff on to believe that his kind facade was his true nature.
Because getting power and respect for himself was all that both men ever really cared about, I have absolutely no doubt that, had he succeeded in stealing Arendelle’s throne, Hans also would have become the same kind of secretly ruthless, power-hungry, selfish tyrant that Runeard was before him.
Now the biggest difference between Hans and Runeard’s villainy is what motivates them to carry out their evil plans. Runeard seeks to destroy the Northuldra because they have ties to magic, something he detests, fears, and towards which he holds bigotry, since he believes it to be a threat to his royal rank and authority. The fact that the Northuldra are peasants who follow magic rather than a government ruled by a king is also how Runeard saw them as a threat. He presumably believed that the Northuldra might try to use their magic to one day plot to usurp him and take over his kingdom. Consumed by his hateful, bigoted, and paranoid feelings towards the tribe and their magic, Runeard decided to destroy them to prevent any chances of them trying to destroy him first.
In Hans’s case, he obviously viewed Elsa as a threat to his plans since she was the legitimate heir of Arendelle, and he plotted to kill her to get her out of his way. When Elsa accidentally revealed her powers and caused the eternal winter, Hans was just as shocked as everyone else. However, while his motive to kill Elsa expanded so that he also wanted restore summer to Arendelle (and appear to be a hero in the eyes of the Arendellians for doing so), Hans was always presumably indifferent to Elsa’s powers. Throughout the whole movie, he never once shows any true feelings of prejudice towards magic or fear that her magic makes Elsa so powerful that she is a greater threat to his goal of taking over her kingdom than he initially believed. The best example of this is when he reveals his true nature and plans to Anna, who says “You’re no match for Elsa!” and Hans callously retorts “No, you’re no match for Elsa!” Hans knows that Anna means that Elsa is more powerful than him with her magic and she could use them to bring him down, but Hans is completely unconcerned and unconvinced about this concept. If anything, by this time, he has realized that Elsa was scared of her own power and of losing Anna...and he knew how to use both of her fears against her.
So unlike Runeard’s fear of magic being his overall motivation to destroy the Northuldra, I don’t believe Hans ever feared or was prejudiced towards Elsa for being magical. He only wanted to kill her just because she was in his way of gaining access to Arendelle’s throne.
As with any Disney villain, though, in the end, Hans and Runeard’s confidence and arrogance ends up being their downfall, and they end up being forever ruined due to their actions. Hans extinguishes all heat sources in the library, then locks Anna in so she will die from her frozen heart. But because Olaf helps her escape the castle, Anna intervenes in the nick of time when Hans attempts to kill Elsa. After the winter is lifted, Hans is humiliated and defeated when Anna reveals that she survived, and many witness the punch she gives him to his face. Hans is then apprehended, imprisoned on a French ship headed back to the Southern Isles, and banished from Arendelle forever. He is later shown working in the royal stables in his kingdom, cleaning up after the horses.
Though he makes no further appearances in the franchise, Hans’s betrayal has undoubtedly ruined him forever and he will probably never be allowed to leave his kingdom in order to try his plot all over again. Furthermore, the allusions to and mentions of him in the sequel shows that he will never be forgiven by Elsa, Anna, and their family.
Despite having succeeded in murdering the tribe leader, the war that Runeard instigates leads to him falling off a cliff to his death and causing the angered spirits to cast a mist over the Enchanted Forest, trapping the people, including his surviving soldiers, in it for decades. Though he is long dead by the time the main events of the story take place, what remains of Runeard’s evil reign is finally brought to an end when Anna and Elsa destroy the dam. This act lifts the mist and frees the Forest, and a true union of peace is at last established between Arendelle and the Northuldra.
In life, Runeard had been desperate to protect his power, status, and legacy from being ruined by the Northuldra and their magic. But in great irony, his misdeeds caused his own fear to become reality (though not like he had envisioned), and his legacy is now forever ruined by his betrayal.
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Calanthe was not a racist homicidal tyrant: a useless and bitter rant of someone whose favourite character ever got mercilessly butchered.
WHY ARE YOU WRITING THIS?
Well, let me give you a little bit of a backstory. I first read the Last Wish and the Sword of Destiny in 2012, when I was 14 years old. I instantly connected with the character of Calanthe, and after her death, it took me nearly a year to be able to pick up the saga itself. Ever since, she remained my favourite fictional character ever. As a little girl in misoginistic Poland, I was so lucky to have her as a role model. Because she fought for herself, she took no shit from anybody, she had love and respect of the people around her, and yet she had such tenderness and kindness about her that many strong woman-trope characters are missing these days, and that is exactly what happened to Calanthe when she was being translated to the screen. In 2015 The Wild Hunt was coming out and there were rumours of Ciri being included, so you can imagine my absolute glee and the hope I was filled with to have some more content with that one woman that meant so much to me growing up. And you can imagine my disappointment when all we got about her were a couple tiny mentions, even though the events of the Wild Hunt happen not even a decade after her death. Then the show by Netflix was announced and, once again, I had super high expectations. I wanted to see the wise, kind, beautiful Queen brought alive. December 2019 rolls in, and my hopes are being steamrolled. So here I am, 22 years old and crying over a fictional character, because one of the best written female characters ever (in my opinion) entered mainstream as a bullish, racist, homicidal tyrant. So let me address the biggest changes the show made to my beloved Calanthe Fiona Riannon, the Lioness of Cintra.
THE LOOKS
That was obviously the first thing that threw me off. I was quite enthusiastic when the cast was announced, but then as the first promo pictures were released, my enthusiasm was slowly dying down. In the books, Calanthe’s looks are adressed very often:
“As before, the queen wore emeralds matching the green of her dress and her eyes. As before, a thin gold crown encircled her ash-gray hair.” Sword of Destiny.
I tried to convince myself that Jodhi May won’t be a bad Calanthe so hard that I actually made this poor ass EDIT to feed my delusions and cheer myself up. In comparison, HERE is my personal favourite art of Calanthe that I find is the most accurate to the book portrayal.
Even when the first trailer dropped I was still trying to convince myself that even though she has none of her Elder Blood features or her iconic emerald green, that she wore exclusively in the books, she couldn’t be that bad. Right? Wrong.
THE DEMEANOR
This is probably the biggest change. Calanthe was one of the wisest, most gracefully-written characters in the entire saga, and I really hoped to see that on screen. She was quick-witted, calculating, but at the same time caring enough to let her daughter choose her own destiny in the end (even if it was to be with a hedgehog-headed man twice her age). Her smiles were said to always be full of kindness, she was acting very proper and clearly cared about her image. I’m not going to be getting too much into it with my own words, let these examples speak for me:
'Ah, Geralt,' said Calanthe, with a gesture forbidding a servant from refilling her goblet. 'I speak and you remain silent. We're at a feast. We all want to enjoy ourselves. Amuse me. I'm starting to miss your pertinent remarks and perceptive comments. I'd also be pleased to hear a compliment or two, homage or assurance of your obedience. In whichever order you choose.' [...] 'Hochebuz,' said Calante, looking at Geralt, 'my first battle. Although I fear rousing the indignation and contempt of such a proud witcher, I confess that we were fighting for money. Our enemy was burning villages which paid us levies and we, greedy for our tributes, challenged them on the field. A trivial reason, a trivial battle, a trivial three thousand corpses pecked to pieces by the crows. And look - instead of being ashamed I'm proud as a peacock that songs are sung about me. Even when sung to such awful music' Again she summoned her parody of a smile full of happiness and kindness, and answered the toast raised to her by lifting her own, empty, goblet. Geralt remained silent. The Last Wish.
'Aha,' said Calanthe quietly, clearly pleased. 'And what do you say, Geralt? The girl has taken after her mother. It's even a shame to waste her on that red-haired lout, Crach. The only hope is that the pup might grow into someone with Eist Tuirseach's class. It's the same blood, after all. Are you listening, Geralt? Cintra has to form an alliance with Skellige because the interest of the state demands it. My daughter has to marry the right person. Those are the results you must ensure me.' The Last Wish.
‘Very well then. As queen, I shall convene a council tomorrow. Cintra is not a tyranny. The council will decide whether a dead king's oath is to decide the fate of the successor to the throne. It will decide whether Pavetta and the throne of Cintra are to be given to a stranger, or to act according to the kingdom's interest.' The Last Wish.
'Pavetta!' Calanthe repeated. 'Answer. Do you choose to leave with this creature?' Pavetta raised her head. 'Yes.' The Force filling the hall echoed her, rumbling hollowly in the arches of the vault. No one, absolutely no one, made the slightest sound. Calanthe very slowly, collapsed into her throne. Her face was completely expressionless. The Last Wish.
Guards, armed with guisarmes and lances, ran in from the entrance. Calanthe, upright and threatening, with an authoritative, abrupt gesture indicated Urcheon to them. Pavetta started to shout, Eist Tuirseach to curse. Everyone jumped up, not quite knowing what to do. ‘Kill him!' shouted the queen. The Last Wish.
CINTRA, RACISM AND MURDERING HER OWN PEOPLE
In the books, Cintra was often mentioned to be obiding by the rules of the elves:
‘Dear child,’ said Vesemir gravely, 'don’t let yourself get carried away by your emotions. You were brought up differently, you’ve seen children being brought up in another way. Ciri comes from the south where girls and boys are brought up in the same way, like the elves. She was put on a pony when she was five and when she was eight she was already riding out hunting. She was taught to use a bow, javelin and sword. A bruise is nothing new to Ciri—’ Blood of Elves.
There were many elves and dwarves living peacefully within its borders. Calanthe’s two names - Fiona and Riannon, come from her ancestors that are respectively a quarter and a half elf, and known to be that. Calanthe was the one who taught Ciri that non-humans are not dangerous:
‘I’m not afraid at all!’ Ciri suddenly cried, assuming her little devil face for a moment. ‘And I’m not parrotised! So you’d better watch your step! Nothing can happen to me here. Be sure! I’m not afraid. My grandmamma says that dryads aren’t evil, and my grandmamma is the wisest woman in the world! My grandmamma… My grandmamma says there should be more forests like this one…’ Sword of Destiny.
There was no actual reason nor basis for the showrunners to make her racist and make her murder elves. Having her walk into her own daughter’s birthday party, bathed in elven blood, while she knows that the same blood flows in her own veins, at least partially, was completely unnecessary. Even in the polish version of the show from 2001 Calanthe said:
RELATIONSHIP WITH GERALT
This probably hits me the most on personal level, because I feel like Calanthe had a huge impact on Geralt’s growth as a character, and with such a drastic change to their relationship, I’m unsure as to he will now proceed to develop. Calanthe was, in large, one of the first people in the books that treated Geralt as anything more than a mutant. Here are some of my favourite scenes between the two, in comparison with how their relationship was portrayed in the show:
"At times, no, for years at a time, I deluded myself that you might forget. Or that for other reasons you might be prevented from coming. No, I didn't want anything unfortunate to happen to you, but I had to take into consideration the dangerous nature of your profession. It is said that death follows in your footsteps, Geralt of Rivia, but that you never look behind you. Then... when Pavetta... You know already?" "I know," Geralt said, inclining his head. "My sincere condolences..." "No," she interrupted, "it was all long ago. I no longer wear mourning clothes, as you see. I wore them for long enough.” Sword of Destiny.
He slowly pushed the cup on the table so that the clink of silver on malachite would not betray the uncontrollable trembling of his arm. "You don't deny it?" "No." She bent to seize his hand with vigor. "You disappoint me," she said, giggling prettily. "This isn't voluntary," he responded, laughing as well. "How did you guess, Calanthe?" "I did not guess." She did not release his hand. "I said it at random, that's all." They broke out in laughter. Sword of Destiny.
"I will not take it. It is too great a responsibility, one that I refuse to assume. I would not want for this child to speak about you the way... the way I..." "You hate this woman, Geralt?" "My mother? No, Calanthe. I doubt that she was given a choice... or perhaps she had no say? No, she had, you know, enough formulas and elixirs... Choice. There is a sacred and incontestable choice of every woman that must be respected. Emotions are of no importance here. She had the indisputable right to make such a choice. That's what she did. But I think about meeting her, the expression on her face then... it gives me a sort of perverse pleasure, if you understand what I mean." Sword of Destiny.
A rosebush grew next to the gazebo. Geralt plucked a flower, breaking its stem and then knelt, his head bowed, presenting the flower in his hands. "I regret that I did not meet you sooner, white-haired one," she said, accepting the offered rose. "Rise." He rose. "If you change your mind," she went on, sniffing the flower, "if you decide... Return to Cintra. I will wait for you. Your destiny will be waiting for you, as well. Perhaps not advitam aeternam, but for some time, no doubt." "Farewell, Calanthe." "Farewell, witcher. Look after yourself. I... I sometimes feel... in a strange way... that I am seeing you for the last time." "Farewell, my queen." Sword of Destiny.
FALL OF CINTRA AND CALANTHE’S DEATH
We were robbed of so many epic scenes that truly took away from Calanthe’s millitary accomplishments and showed none of the strength and determination she originally had:
"The Nilfgaardians dealt the first blow," he began after a moment of silence. "There were thousands. They met with the armies of Cintra in the Marnadal valley. The battle lasted all day: from dawn to dusk. Cintra's troops valiantly resisted before being decimated. The king died, and that's when the queen..." "Calanthe." "Yes. Seeing that her army had succumbed to panic and scattered, she gathered around herself and her standard any who could still fight and formed a line of defense that reached the river, next to the city. All the soldiers who were still able followed." "And Calanthe?" "With a handful of knights, she covered the troops' crossing and defended the rear. They say she fought like a man, plunging into the thick of the battle. She was impaled by pikes when she charged against the Nilfgaardian infantry. She was then evacuated to the city. What's in that flask, Geralt?" "Vodka. Want some?" "Well then, gladly." "Speak. Continue, Dandelion. Tell me everything." "The city wasn't properly defended. There was no headquarters. The defensive walls were empty. The rest of the knights and their families, the princes and the queen, barricaded themselves in the castle. The Nilfgaardians then took the castle after their sorcerers reduced the gate to cinders and burned down the walls. Only the tower, apparently protected by magic, resisted the spells of the Nilfgaardian sorcerers. Even so, the attackers penetrated inside four days later without making camp. The women had killed the children, the boys and girls, and fell upon their own swords or... What's is it, Geralt?" "Continue, Dandelion." "Or... like Calanthe... head first, from the battlement, the very top... It's said that she asked to be... but no-one would agree. So she climbed up to the crenelations and... jumped head first. They say they did horrible things to the corpse afterward. I don't want... What is it?” Sword of Destiny.
I understand that this happened because of limited screen time, probably, but the whole Fall of Cintra had been squeezed into what seemed to be a single day, a crushing defeat for Calanthe’s forces, and probably in some way, punishment for her pride.
AFTER CALANTHE’S DEATH
While reading the rest of the saga, these little snipits of people talking about Calanthe, mentioning her, often with respect and reverence, mentioning how her people mourned her and swore revange for her, truly kept me going through. I wished that, at the end, Ciri would find it in herself to return home and liberate it, as back then I had no way to spoil myself the ending. In the books, you can really feel the outrage almost all of Continent feels after the murder of Calanthe:
[...] Cintra is a symbol. Remember Sodden! If it were not for the massacre of that town and Calanthe's martyrdom, there would not have been such a victory then. The forces were equal — no one counted on our crushing them like that. But our armies threw themselves at their throats like wolves, like rabid dogs, to avenge the Lioness of Cintra. Blood of Elves.
[...] Bear in mind that these men left their homes and families, and fled to Sodden and Brugge, and to Temeria, because they wanted to fight for Cintra, for Calanthe’s blood. They wanted to liberate their country, to drive the invader from Cintra, so that Calanthe’s descendant would regain the throne. Baptism of Fire.
In the show, there is none of that. In fact, people seem to be full of disdain and hatred for her, saying things such as:
which, in turn, fills me with dread for the upcoming seasons, because I can already feel all the further butchery coming my beloved Queen’s way.
IN CONCLUSION
In all honestly, there is very little the Calanthe from the show has in common with the one from the books, the one I originally fell in love with. Which is not to say that Netflix’s Calanthe is not a great character in her own right, because who doesn’t love a badass sword-wielding Queen, but as a portrayal of the greatest ruler within the Witcher universe, and one of, in my opinion, best written female rules in literature, she falls flat, and that’s what pushed me to write this useless and slightly bitter rant, in hopes to maybe interest more people in the original version of Calanthe and maybe, just maybe, prompt some of you to read the saga or, at the very least, the short stories.
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The List (one-shot)
Synopsys: The Reader and Tom have been best friends for years. When she finally gets time off of Uni and comes to visit him and Harrison on the set of Spider-Man: Far From Home, she becomes great friends with all of his co-stars, much to his delight. But when he overhears a conversation between the Reader and them, he can’t help the jealousy that fills his heart. And maybe that was the final push needed for his crush on her to be revealed.
Pairing: Tom Holland x f!Reader
Genre: angst, fluff, SMUT
Warnings: SMUT (thigh riding, m going down on f, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, y’all), overstimulation), swearing, and the usual stuff you’ve come to expect from me
Word count: 5636
“Okay, okay,” Y/N laughed before resting her head against the couch as the group waited for her answer. “Let me think…. Okay… In no particular order – Catherine Zeta-Jones… I mean I’d let that woman do anything she wanted to me. And when I say anything, I mean anything… Zac Efron, ‘cause that look in Hairspray did things to me.” To that Zendaya snorted. “Dude, I can introduce you two.” “And you’ll say what – hey this stranger like millions of others wants to fuck you ‘cause you’re on her list? If you’re down, of course.” Cackling at Y/N’s answer ‘cause it was true, Z motioned for her to continue. “Michelle Pfeiffer, because Queen.” Z, Harrison, Jacob and Angourie all nodded in unison. Jacob pressed on. “Two more.” “Okay,” Y/N chewed on her lip for a moment before settling on the last two people. “Ben Hardy ‘cause Bohemian Rhapsody was a look,” she emphasised the last word, and Anguorie groaned in agreement. “And Sebastian Stan,” Y/N finished. Z’s eyebrow raised. “Really?”
“Okay, listen, have you seen his thighs? Like… I’d ride them into the sunset if allowed. And he seems like such a sweetheart, and he cares so much about his fans, it’s the most endearing thing ever,” Y/N gushed because to be fair, she had been a fan of his since Once Upon A Time, and his version of the Mad Hatter had struck a chord. So, the fact that Tom worked with him, and they had a banter-like relationship made her heart beat faster. Just like with her friend, she was incredibly proud of him because Y/N knew how it felt to be an outcast, and having heard his struggles of integrating into a complexly new society at the horrible age of twelve made her feel for Sebastian. Teenagers were shitty people. Besides, the fact that there was a possibility she could meet him through Tom, also didn’t help with the slight obsession she had with the Romanian and his thighs. As the conversation started to dissipate, everyone chiming in on who’s on their list, Tom who’d been standing right outside the door of the trailer finally came in; his hair a completely dishevelled mess, and face a mask of calm with a small smile playing on his lips to mask the jealousy. “And what is everyone talking about?” Tom asked entering Zendaya’s trailer and flopping down next to Y/N, putting an arm behind the couch. On an instinctual level, she leaned against his side making his heart flutter before all the butterflies were squashed when Zendaya elaborated. “Her list,” Z said with a smirk pointing at the girl next to him before sipping on her drink despite it having gone stale. “Oh really?” Tom’s unruly eyebrow quirked up. “Do tell.” “Catherine Zeta-Jones, Zac Efron, Michelle Pfeffer, Ben Hardy and Sebastian Stan,” Y/N listed off the names while rotating her head from one side to the other and gave him a pointed look of ‘was that good enough? Happy?’ “Ouch, Y/N,” Tom put a hand over his heart in mock hurt, though there was some real pain mixed in there as well. “And no me?” The girl snorted and rolled her eyes. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I know you have hordes of adoring fans that would love to get into your pants,” she patted his leg, “which means you are famous, but to me… you’re just Tom. The same guy I’ve known since being six, and the same guy I had to rescue from a spider two weeks ago… and I have a phobia from them.” “It was huge!” “First off, that’s what she said. And second – you call me for help?!” she exclaimed through a laugh. “Do I need to remind you of the zoo incident?” Angourie’s eyes sparkled at that. “Wait, what’s the ‘zoo incident’?” “We went to the London zoo a couple of years ago, and in the tropical house one of the big hairy spiders had somehow gotten loose, and Y/N found herself with it on her shoulder,” it was hard for Tom to keep the laughter away at first, seeing as everyone was howling, but remembering the state his friend went into, all happiness evaporated. “I had a panic attack,” Y/N expanded, shrugging as if it hadn’t been truly terrifying. She didn’t mind the others laughing about the event. Looking back on it, as much as it made her shiver, she knew there was no harm in their reaction, but Y/N would be lying if she said Tom and Harrison not laughing didn’t comfort her a bit. They knew her struggles, so it was nice of them to keep it to polite smiles. “Like to the point they had to call an ambulance because I wouldn’t stop screaming and hyperventilating,” she chuckled, but to elevate Tom’s mood ‘cause he had been so distraught that day, she nudged his shoulder. “Why do you think Spider-Man’s my least favourite superhero?” Y/N teased looking at Tom and waiting for his usually snarky response, but instead, this time all she got was a roll of his eyes as he diverted his attention to Harrison and bit down on his lip. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed at that. Obviously, she didn’t mean it, and Tom knew it. Just because she didn’t have an affinity to the eight-legged spawns of Satan, didn’t mean she hated Spider-Man, let alone Tom as the character. She couldn’t be prouder of him if she tried. “Tommy, you okay?” Y/N leaned in closer so that only he could hear her. “You know I didn’t mean it, right?” There was such concern and care in her gorgeous Y/E/C orbs that he had no choice but to melt and push down the jealousy. “Yeah, darlin’. I know.” He pecked her forehead and gave his full attention to the rest of the group. But deep down a coil of jealousy started to unfurl.
***
The next day Tom walked into the gym in a sour mood, so much so both Anthony and Sebastian stopped to look, as the boy walked over to the treadmill with slumped shoulders. So completely opposite of how he usually greeted the two with a cheery smile and handshake. Of course, all the teasing they did was in good fun, no one took it to the heart, but after Y/N had so freely talked about wanting to ride Sebastian’s thighs into the next year, all those things they'd staid kinda stung. Especially because he hadn’t been on the list, and she kept referring to him as her friend. “What’s gotten the baby in such a bitter mood?” Mackie teased as he added more weights to Sebastian’s bar. “Girl trouble?” “Actually yeah,” Tom confessed putting the water bottle in the holder, and then he groaned. “Massive girl trouble.” He heard his two fellow actors sigh. A loud ‘clank’ echoed through the room, and then they were next to him. “Spill,” Sebastian nudged his chin in Tom’s direction, making him huff and cross his arms. “Well, she came to visit me while we shoot the movie,” he started leaning against the side of the treadmill, “and she’s getting along incredibly well with everyone which I’m totally happy about, but then last night, Haz, Daya, Jacob, Angourie and Y/N-“ “She the girl?” Mackie needed clarification. Tom nodded and then continued. “They were hanging in Daya’s trailer waiting for me to finish up, and as I was walking over to them, I heard them talking about her… list...” “Five celebs she’d do if given the chance?” “Yeah,” Tom confirmed, and Mackie nodded like it was the most understandable thing. “And the thing is… well, I’m not on the list… but Sebastian is.” A teasing smirk pulled on the brunet’s mouth. “I am?” “Yes, and I’m not going to go into detail, ‘cause I don’t need those flashbacks,” the Brit immediately said before either man could open their mouths and start pressing for the nitty gritty info. “But when I asked why no me, she said ‘cause I’m ‘just Tom’.” Anthony shrugged, the water in his bottle sloshing around. “And what’s so bad with that?” “I’ve been flirting with her for the past three years. We’ve even kissed! And we both were sober when we did it!” Tom groaned throwing his head back in frustration. “I just don’t understand it...” Anthony had a sympathetic look on his face, because again – all the teasing came from a place of love and respect, but there was nothing fun in seeing Tom so helpless and beaten down. “Have you considered that she just might not see you that way?” “Like a celebrity? Yeah, no she said she doesn’t care about this whole Marvel shit and all, that I’m just Tom to her, but…” he huffed, “that’s what’s bothering me. I’m ‘just Tom’ and I don’t wanna be ‘just Tom’. I wanna be more.” “Or,” Sebastian raised his eyebrows at Anthony in a way that said ‘don’t completely crush the kid’, “she could be completely oblivious to what you're doing. Listen,” he straightened out and wiped away a trail of sweat from his forehead, “I was once trying to flirt with a girl, a friend of mine, much like Y/N is yours, and I thought I was being very obvious. Which I was, but the problem wasn’t with the hints, it was that she was totally clueless. It took me actually saying to her face ‘hey, I really like you, and I wanna take you out for dinner, and maybe have a relationship with you’ before she caught on.” Tom bit at the inside of his cheek before looking up at the two men. “Do you really think that could be it? That she’s just not picking up on the hints?” “I dunno, man,” Sebastian shrugged, and Mackie had the same unknowing look on his face. “What do you have to lose though?” With that said, the two retreated to resume their workout but kept a close eye on the boy. “Her,” Tom whispered under his breath as he thought over the advice and got prepared to run. “I have everything to lose.”
***
It was almost two weeks after the conversation about the list, and Y/N’s time in Austin was running out before she had to get back to London and Uni. Which meant Tom’s time to confess was running out as well. Who knows who she could meet while back in England, and while he was stuck filming? Once again, they were all hanging out, now with the addition of Tony, which didn’t help Tom’s mood despite everyone relaxing. Y/N’s list had been brought up again, and although the two were gushing over Catherine Zeta-Jones and how Michael Douglas should watch out, all Tom could think of was how she had practically drooled over Sebastian and his thighs. “We should all go out clubbing!” Z suddenly exclaimed jumping up from the couch and grabbing her purse, bringing Tom out of his wallowing. “And that’s my cue to leave,” was Y/N’s response to the invitation. A plethora of ‘no’ and ‘boo, you bore’ and ‘what!’ rung through the room, but she just shook her head with an affectionate smile. “Clubs are not my scene, like whatsoever. Just ask Tom and Haz how many times they’ve tried and failed to get me out on a Friday night.” Everyone’s expecting eyes befell on the boys. Harrison was the one to respond. “All of them.” Y/N just raised her shoulders. “I’m a bore, what can I say.” While a few of their gang still tried to coerce her to join, she was steadfast on going back to the hotel and getting some sleep. As she stood up from where she had been nestled in Tom’s side, her hips and spine popped making her release a satisfied groan, but that also drew Tom’s attention, specifically to how her bright yellow sundress rode up her body a bit. It took everything in him not to moan at how soft the back of her thighs looked, but ever the good friend, he stood up as well and told her he’d drive her to the hotel. “Come on,” Y/N sighed giving him a smile, “I can just call a taxi. I don’t wanna keep you from all the fun, just because I’m a buzzkill.” Tom just shook his head, dead set on getting her there. “I invited you all the way out here. What kind of a best friend would I be if I let you just leave on your own?” “A normal one that doesn’t want to miss out on all of the fun with his other friends?” “Or a normal one that wants to make sure his friend gets back to her hotel safely?” Y/N chuckled as the two of them made their way downstairs and to his car. “And a taxi wouldn’t do that?” “Nope,” Tom smirked and skipped ahead opening the door for her. But that’s where the light-heartedness ended. The second he was in the car and the ignition was on, a tense atmosphere rolled over them. He wouldn’t speak to her, instead just kept pursing and biting his lips while Y/N kept glancing at her friend, but he wouldn’t even spare a second. She had talked to Harrison about Tom acting a bit off the past couple of weeks, and although the two were best friends as well, she was definitely closer with the brunet than the blond. “I dunno,” Harrison had shrugged. “He’s acting off, I won’t deny that, but he hasn’t said that anything’s bothering him.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Of course, something's bothering him.” “But what can we do unless he talks about it?” Harrison shrugged. And he was right. If Tom wouldn’t say what was wrong or why he was pushing the two of them away, she didn’t know how to help. So, when he stopped in the car park of her hotel, the two moving up to her room with that awkward silence still between them like a wall, she had had enough. “Are you okay?” Y/N asked biting her lip and crossing her arms after she dropped her purse onto the sofa. Tom had gotten her the VIP suite much to her chagrin, but even being as exhausted and upset as she was now, the bed seemed lumpy and uninviting. “You’ve been pulling away, and I don’t know what I did wrong, but I need you to tell me so I can fix it.” “Nothing’s wrong,” he mumbled brushing a hand through his hair. “I dunno what you’re on about.” Frustration was boiling in her veins. “No there is something wrong. You’ve been off since that night in Z’s trailer.” And then it dawned on her. “Tom, you know it was a joke, right? About hating Spider-Man.” Y/N was terrified he had actually taken the comment to the heart. As she was about to reach out for him, wrap the boy in her embrace he took a step back. “You think it’s about that?” his eyebrows shot up so high in his forehead they almost disappeared in his hairline. “Un-fucking-believable.” Y/N scoffed. “I’m not a fucking mind reader. So, unless you tell me what’s wrong, I can’t help.” “You know what,” Tom closed his eyes and raised his hands in dismissal, “forget about it. Doesn’t fucking matter.” “Of course, it does! We are best fucking friends!” she exclaimed unable to comprehend why Tom was pushing her away. “And I care for you! We tell everything to each other, so fucking talk to me!” “I don’t wanna be your best friend anymore! I’m fucking in love with you!” A small, soft ‘you what now?’ fluttered through the air as Y/N stood in front of him with her mouth agape. “I’m in love with you!” Tom cried. “I’ve been in love with you for five years now! And for the past three years, I’ve been flirting with you, but I can’t take it anymore. I can’t do this! Why can’t you see it?! Why can’t you ever see me?!” With every spoken word, Y/N was moving closer and closer calling out his name, but he wouldn’t stop. Years of pent up emotions were finally flowing freely, and you can’t stop a river from rushing to the sea. “I’m always there for you! I’ve always been there! When it’s a broken heart, a broken arm or just a shitty day, it’s always been me that makes you feel better! And yet you’ve never been able to fucking see me!” his hands went up to pull at the messy curls, eyes shut as tears rolled down in an endless stream. “And I can’t take it anymore! I need you to know, I just-“ his chest rattled as he pulled in a breath, completely unaware that Y/N was right in front of him. “I can’t keep living with this pressing down on me, when I know we could be happy together, when I know I can love you like no one e-“ “Tom!” she yelled right into his face. As he slowly lifted his gaze, two tears streaming down his high cheekbones she wiped them away with the tenderest of touches. “Stop talking and just kiss me,” the plea was barely audible, but he heard it. He would’ve heard it over the howling of a tornado or the crashing of waves. It was a plea he never thought would ever be uttered, but there was no way in hell he’d ignore it. For a moment he was stunned, brain processing the fact Y/N had actually said that he should kiss her, but then she moved forward more, Tom’s hands wrapping around her waist on instinct. “Kiss me,” her lips brushed right against his, and that’s when his mind cleared from the fog, and his mouth was on Y/N’s. It was messy, a clash of tongues and teeth as years of hidden love spilt over the surface and into the heart of the other, filling them to the brim like wine filled a cup. They were grasping at one another in a desperate manner, trying to touch everywhere at once. Stumbling back, Tom flopped down on the edge of the bed, bringing Y/N to straddle him. “I wanna ride your thigh,” she moaned as he nibbled on her neck leaving purple marks in his wake. “Really?” the question was muffled from where his mouth was attached to her skin. “You sure it isn’t Sebastian’s thigh you wanna ride into the sunset?” His sass wasn’t something she wanted to deal with, especially as the ache between her legs became more and more and more unbearable, so she bit out, “keep talking like that, and it will be.” The rough grasp around Y/N’s hips as he flipped her leg over his and ground his knee upwards towards her crotch was enough of an answer as to what he thought of the statement. “Not a chance, darlin'. Not a fucking chance.” “I’m just saying,” Y/N moaned out as Tom’s hands rolled her hips forward and backwards on his thigh, “you just spilt out your heart to me, and then come after with the sass?” He groaned as her teeth latched onto his shoulder before her tongue soothed the bite. “You deserve it for not realising what’s in front of your eyes.” Tom could feel the wet patch of where Y/N’s arousal had soaked through her panties and onto his jeans, and that just made him flex the muscle more, making her moan his name into his ear. “Feel good, love?” All Y/N could do was sigh in pleasure. Slowly, gently as she was still grinding against his thigh inching closer and closer to the inevitable release, Tom took his hands away from her hips and placed them at her back to unzip the dress. It pooled around her sides like a pond of sunshine, and when he lifted his gaze up, his knee jerked quite literally, giving Y/N that final push that made her tumble over. As she rode out the waves of her first orgasm, Tom’s mouth watered at the sight before him – her completely naked chest. In complete awe, his palms trailed up Y/N’s waist sending another shiver down her spine, as they skimmed across her ribs, under her breasts before cupping them and rolling her nipples between his fingers. He was so enamoured with bringing Y/N to the edge, that he didn’t even notice how much he needed to cum himself until she palmed him through the black jeans while his mouth had been covering her collarbones with hickies. “Shit,” Tom hissed as Y/N unbuckled the belt and opened the zipper and the button alleviating some of the tension. Lightly she raked her fingers down his stomach, over his abs and left red marks on the skin of his hips before dipping below the waistband of Tom’s boxers to grab at his length. Another hiss made its way into the air as Y/N scraped the nail of her thumb against his tip smearing the precum down his cock. Tom attached his mouth to her neck sucking against her sweet spot as she slowly worked her hand over him, just enjoying the moment. It felt surreal for both of them. Not for a second did either think they’d end up in a position like that – with Y/N moaning Tom’s name as his lips travelled down her collarbones and to her breasts and with Tom doing everything possible as to not cum in his pants because her hand was pure magic. “You keep going like that,” he whispered and bit at the underside of Y/N’s boob as his fingers gave a harsh tug on her nipples, “and it’ll all be over right now.” She moaned at the sting of where he’d bitten her but was now licking the pain away. “And we don’t want that do we?” her voice was hoarse already. Tom couldn’t wait for what was about to become of her. Pushing away from him, Y/N stood on the floor and let the dress drop, leaving her in white cotton panties. They were definitely not sexy or even remotely attractive. In fact, they were the most basic ones she had because she totally did not think that’s how her night would go, but Tom didn’t seem to care one bit. His chocolate eyes, already dark from the lust, became like a void looking at Y/N. A black lace thong or waist-high period ones with stains – he didn’t care. His shirt practically flew off of him as he stood up and smashed his lips against hers, needing to have that constant contact, and while his hands roamed and dipped all around her body, fingers brushing against her clit through the fabric, Y/N got rid of Tom’s jeans. She was just about to push against his chest to make him drop on the bed and take off his boxers when he slid down onto his knees in front of her and placed open-mouthed kisses to the inside of her thighs. “Shit, Tommy…” Her hands wove into the brown locks and pushed them away from his face so she could see his eyes that never left her face. “Let me make you feel good,” he mouthed the words against the inside of her thigh inching his way closer to where Y/N needed him the most. “Let.” Closer. “Me.” Another inch. “Make.” One more. “You.” Almost. “See.” Right there. “The stars.” And he placed his lips right on her clothed clit. By that point, Y/N would’ve been a sobbing mess from the neglect if not for the need to keep her body upwards as to not crush Tom. “Please,” she whimpered brushing his hair away from his forehead, and that one little word was enough for him to roll down her underwear, mouth still latched onto the supple skin of her thighs. It was enough to grab her by the waist and pull her down to sit on his lap as he quickly discarded his own offensive piece of clothing. It was enough to make his member violently twitch against his stomach at the thought of her dripping cunt wrapped around him. Gently Y/N rocked back and forth to coat him in her slick, mouths entwined in a dance when his eyes sprung open. “Wait, wait, wait, condom,” Tom took his lips away from Y/N’s, but she was quick to bring him back by saying "it’s okay. I’m on the pill and clean.” “Are you – are you sure?” there was such worry in his gaze, her heart skipped a beat. “Because we can wait, we don’t have to do anythi-“ Her lips interrupted his ramblings once again. “Make love to me, Tom.” “Okay.” Internally he scolded himself because ‘okay? Seriously? That’s the best you can come up with?’ though the gentle smile on Y/N’s face calmed his thundering heart, and as he muttered out an “I’m also clean”, and she replied with an “I trust you” while climbing in his lap, he swore his heart was on the verge of giving out. The sigh both of them let out was filled with pure relief. Relief that the ache was about to be quenched, relief that they were together in this, relief that they both felt the same way. Relief that it was all out on the table and there was no turning back. One of Tom’s hands rushed up to his curls and fisted them, eyes squeezed shut as he strained to stay composed, to give Y/N time to adjust to the intrusion. “Fuck,” he whispered as she leaned down and rested her forehead against his peck, trying to accommodate to the size. “You good there, darlin'?” “Give me a moment, just a bit more,” Y/N’s breath was shaky as she whimpered. “As much as you need… we don’t have anywhere to rush to,” and that brought a small smile on his lips. They had all the time in the world. Another minute passed before Y/N rolled her hips a bit, startling Tom with the sudden movement and eliciting a whimper from his throat. All of it was unhurried and soft, the movements deliberately slowed down so the two could feel the other. She moaned at how full she felt; all of the ridges and veins of Tom perfectly fitting inside of her and not just that. As he intertwined their hands together bringing their lips in for a kiss, all of the pieces just fit. Every time they would hang out and hold hands, Y/N would marvel at how natural and good it felt. How easily her heartbeat synched up to his during their Friday movie nights when her head rested on his chest. And that one time when they’d kissed at a bar, his lips had moulded to hers perfectly. They were perfect for one another, and Y/N wanted to scream at how oblivious she’d been. As much as he wanted to close his eyes and just allow himself to feel everything, Tom couldn’t. His mind screamed to not even blink, to not miss a second of what was happening, to take in the full spectrum of the gorgeous sight on top of him. But he was just human, and sometimes pleasure could be overwhelming. The way Y/N clasped and fluttered around him, her soft breaths echoing all throughout the room like a symphony made Tom squeeze his eyes shut and rest his head against her chest. Her fingers carded through his hair, pulling at the strands as if to get him closer than he already way. Tom’s hands had most definitely left imprints on Y/N’s hips, and they became harsher as he felt himself near his peak with every single thrust. But she wasn’t there yet. And he wasn’t about to finish without her tumbling over first. Detaching his lips from the valley of her breasts, Tom licked the pad of one of his thumbs and sneaked it between their moving bodies, pressing it ruthlessly against her clit. Y/N choked on a breath at his touch because it was the thing, she needed to release all over his cock. The incredible tightness Tom felt made a groan rumble through his chest, and with two more thrusts, he spilt all of himself inside her. They were trembling as they helped one another to ride out the waves of pleasure, and once Y/N came down from her peak, she slumped over in his hold, a soothing hand running up her shivering back. Gently, Tom helped her roll to the bed and off of him, not once detaching his mouth from her neck, words of praise and love being whispered in her ear. He was just about to stand up from the bed and go to the bathroom to grab a damp washcloth and clean them up when his eyes trailed to her core and fixed on how his seed dripped out of her. “Fuck, you look so good like this,” Tom moaned leaning back down, a finger slipping over her folds and mixing up the white and clear liquids. “But I bet you taste even better.” And then he dove in. Despite Y/N’s core spazzing around nothing from the overstimulation, he didn’t let her shimmy away. Instead, his biceps flexed, and his hold became as strong as iron, as he pulled her harder against his mouth and kept on his assault. Expertly his lips wrapped around her clit creating an airtight seal as he sucked on it, sending Y/N spiralling. Her back arched up from the bed, both hands grabbing at the pillow behind her head for some sort of support because there was nothing left to tether her to the real world. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, Y/E/C eyes that had been locked onto Tom during the whole ordeal rolled to the back of her head as she cummed for the third time that night. As the euphoria rippled through her veins, Y/N was finally able to find her voice and the most guttural scream of Tom’s names split the night air into two, a hand fisting in his hair to keep him there between her legs. Tom’s whole jaw was a mess as he crawled up Y/N’s body leaving sloppy kisses all over before he could plant a passionate kiss on her lips. She was still floating, still somewhere in space, but had enough consciousness to grant his tongue access and wrap her hands around his neck, as the taste of him and herself invaded her mouth. “Been wanting to do that for a while,” he muttered letting his lips kiss her chin and cheeks while his palms soothingly rubbed her quaking thighs. “Well, you're welcome to any time,” Y/N chuckled, mind still completely dazed. She let herself relax for a moment, and in the meantime, Tom laid down beside her. With both of them still completely naked, he brought her in his embrace and burrowed his nose in her hair, just to stay in the blissful moment. “Tom?” Y/N hummed turning her head to the side. “Can you let me go for a sec? I need to pee; don’t want a UTI.” Reluctantly he pulled his arms away from her torso, but not before giving her boob a playful squeeze making her swat his hand away. Y/N stood from the bed and immediately collapsed onto the floor. He was jumping to the rescue instantly. “Shit, are you alright?” But Y/N was full on laughing, hands clutching her stomach and legs curling up to her chest, tears streaming down her face. “O-oh my god! I’ve never been unable to fucking walk after sex!” An adorable cherry blush rose and spread over Tom’s chest and cheeks at the remark. Knowing he was the cause of her happiness and also her inability to walk after their escapades, made his heart stutter, and he had to mask his exhilaration and shyness with a chuckle. “Can you help me get up?” she extended both hands out to Tom. “I still need to pee.” He climbed out the bed and grabbed Y/N’s palms that fit so flawlessly in his and gently pulled her up. “You good?” he watched her take two steps while still holding onto her. But she seemed to have regained some control over her limbs so with a small “yeah, thank you,” and a peck on his lips, she went into the bathroom. After doing her deed and having thrown a damp towel to Tom, Y/N scrambled back into the once lumpy looking bed that was now like a cloud, mostly because of who her pillow was. “So,” he smirked looking down at her, trailing a finger over her bicep, “am I on the list now?” “Nope,” Y/N popped the ‘p’ and cuddled up closer to Tom. “Still don’t consider you a celebrity. Besides… those people are on there for a theoretical ‘what if they were down for it and I had the chance’ scenario… hopefully, this wasn’t a one-time thing, and you’ll be down for the rest of our lives.” Tom snorted, a lightness filling his chest. “Darling, now that I’ve finally made you understand that I’m in love with you, I intend on making sure you remember that.” Y/N couldn’t help the quirk of her lips, and she pecked his chest. “So,” she breathed out, “who’s on your list?” “You,” Tom answered in full seriousness. “Just you. Have been since well… since like five years ago when I fell in love with you.” Y/N slapped his shoulder and shook her head as she laughed. “I’m calling bullshit on that one.” But he just shrugged. “Games or not,” his lips skimmed over hers, “‘what ifs’ or not. The only one I need or want is you.”
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A/N: sooo, I’ve been working on another Endgame fix-it-fic and it’s around 8k words rn... and it’s barely halfway done :) I feel like I’m going to combust. Sorry for the absence, it’s just a lot to write as was this one, but I hope you liked this :D
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Sam Girl- Sam Winchester x Reader
Pairings: Sam x Reader, Dean, Castiel
Warnings: FLUFFY FLUFF, mentions of the last half of the final season of SPN and the emotional rollercoaster we’re all currently on (I know, I’m sorry!) lying, secrets, insecurities.
Word Count: 2,407
A/N: This imagine kind of plays off my series Crossing Parallel Lines but it’s totally separate! I came up with this imagine from this locket that I bought from Hot Topic. The Winchesters are always so uncomfortable with the idea of “the other world with the actors who play them on TV” and I love Changing Channels; one of my top favorite Supernatural episodes!
*Italics are flashbacks*
“What?! No! What?! Oh, my Chuck, what the actual hell!” You yell at your phone and throw it across the room.
You huff in annoyance but you feel your heartbreak; you just watched the trailer for the last half of the final season of Supernatural.
“Y/N? Are you okay, I heard you yelling? What happened?” Sam asks, slowly stalking into your slightly ajar door. He knew you could get pretty expressive about your interests and sometimes, the best thing to do is to give you space.
You had been living at the Bunker for a few years since you had connections to the Winchester family. Not that you ever asked for it, but you grew up in the life as well, thanks to your Dad, who ended up getting killed during a hunt when you were sixteen. You had run on your own, doing your hunts, until you got in over your head, and ended up in front of the Bunker, needing the help of the Winchesters to defeat God. Yeah, he was after you too. Your family had more to do with him and had pissed him off, more times than not. It was your Dad who had discovered the lies Chuck had instilled into almost every hunter since the dawn of time, and that wasn’t okay. So, you had to pick up essentially where he left off.
You let out a heavy sigh, running your hands over your face. “Yeah, Sam, I’m okay. I just uh, watched something pretty, well I don’t know how I feel,” you look to him.
“What did you see?” He asks, coming to sit next to you on your bed, after getting the okay from you.
“Um, some animal got hurt and no one could save it,” you say as nonchalantly as possible, hoping Sam would still buy it.
“Oh no, yeah that would upset me too. I’m sorry you saw that baby; are you good now?” He asks as he wraps you up in his arm, pulling you into his side, and kissing your head. You hold onto the opposite side of him, nuzzling your head into his side and showing him the same affection as he was showing you, but also feeling guilty about your lie.
“Yeah, I am. I’m good now, thanks,” you kiss him quickly before you left the room. You hated lying to him but he could never know that side of you. He would dismiss you for sure.
Sam and you had been dating for roughly six months after he heard your discussion with Dean about a current crush you had. Names were never given but it wasn’t hard to figure out who you were referring to. The idea of being close to someone on that level of intimacy again scared him. He knew what the inevitable was for someone like him and it was unfair to the other and it hurt him with a pain he never felt with anything else. When he took interest in a woman, she becomes the center of his world the longer he is with her. Most of the time, however, they never stay too long. It could be a day or a night, or a few days if he was lucky, but the last long-term relationship he had, crushed his soul. Time went by and healed those wounds, but he couldn’t let anyone get too close, no matter how much he wanted to be invested. But when you came into his life, something shifted. He immediately took a liking to you but he wasn’t sure how far he could go. As time went on, and he knew you were sticking around, he allowed himself to go there. He allowed those feelings he knew too well, to flourish within his heart, and it was strange to him, but he liked it. When he found out the feelings were mutual, it did something in him he wasn’t used to; it made him happy. Sure, he’s been happy before, but he had a lot riding on a possibility and if he played his cards right, it could be extraordinary. And it has been. It all started slow, a snail’s pace really, but you couldn’t blame him. If you had been hurt and uncertain as often as he was, you would take everything slow too. That’s why lying to him now, was killing you on the inside. He didn’t deserve it but you knew what kind of man he was and you knew how he felt about certain things.
The library was quiet, so you could be alone with the screaming in your head. You fought with yourself constantly whether, to be honest, or not. Your biggest secret was a huge part of who you were. Adoration for the TV show, Supernatural, was an understatement; you LOVED it! But, hearing the stories from Sam and Dean about when they were stuck in another universe where there were people who act like them, you knew it was unmentionable. Social media was your avenue to let out all your thoughts and ideas with people who shared the same love. No one knew that you lived with the Winchesters, or that they were even real, but that made it more alluring to you. Sitting at the table with your laptop open, you scroll through different comments left by other fans of the show. They were seeing what you were living and that was the most rewarding secret you kept. Pulling the new locket out of your shirt, the words Sam Girl, engraved on the top. Opening it, the anti-possession symbol sat on one side, and a picture of Sam on the other. You run your thumb over the picture, knowing that he was yours, but kept it hidden from him. You owned a plethora of shirts, hats, jewelry, notebooks, and so many other merchandises, that you were quite proud of. You even had a successful blog that was dedicated to the show and the characters, and your imagination with fanfiction. All things you knew Sam would disapprove of. You began writing out your reactions to different videos or events that happened in, not just the Supernatural world, but other fandoms as well.
“Hey, there’s my girl. I was wondering what happened to you,” says Sam. He smiles his small, one-sided grin at you, and sits in a chair to your left.
“Hi, sorry, I got busy writing and I guess I lost track of time,” you admit, closing out your Internet tab and leaving your screen on the cute photo of you and him on your wallpaper.
“You always do,” he chuckles and takes one of your hands. Sam knew about your love of writing and only a few of the topics you wrote about. You laugh along with him, blushing at the fact he knew you so well.
“The life of a writer, baby!” You say, confident in your work, but seeing the look on Sam’s face, quickly changed the mood.
“Where did that come from?” He asks, looking at the chain that hung from your neck. Looking down, you noticed the locket had made its way out of your shirt.
“Oh, that’s nothing!” Grabbing at it and tucking it back in your shirt, you try to advert Sam’s curiosity but that fails.
“Oh, come on, Y/N, let me see it. It looked beautiful.” He comments but you deny him.
“Sorry, but it’s fallen into my bra now,” you say, hoping that would end the conversation but the Winchester Brothers were both very stubborn.
“Don’t think I’m afraid to go in there.” Slight darkness fogged over the normal brightness of his eyes, but it left just as fast as it showed.
“Honestly Sam, it’s nothing. Trust me, you don’t want to know what it is.”
“Trust me y/n, I do want to know. My girlfriend suddenly has a locket I’ve never seen before and won’t show me? I have to wonder if her other boyfriend gave it to her.
You deadpan to him, giving your best bitch face, and he just laughs.
“I’m kidding, but seriously, I want to see it.”
“You didn’t move at first, so he stood up and leaned over to reach in your shirt, but you backed away before he could get there.
“Fine,” you grumble, unclasping the necklace from the back and hand it over.
He seems satisfied that he won this battle, flipping the locket around in his larger than average hands. His eyebrows knitted together, in the cutest look of wonder, like he was a child with a new toy. He opened it, stared down at it for a minute, then handed it back to you.
“You have a locket with a picture of me, which I guess is normal in relationships, but why does it say Sam Girl on the top?” He looked at you quizzically, wanting to know more.
This was it, the time you were dreading the most, but you couldn’t do it anymore; you couldn’t keep lying to him. You prepared yourself for a long discussion and a lot of disgust from him, so you sat back in your chair.
“Sam, I haven’t been completely honest with you.”
“Oh, okay,” he sits back in his seat, eyes glossed with worry and locked on you.
“I’m a Sam girl. I watch that TV show about you and Dean and your lives; I’m a big fan of it. We have, the fans, what are called someone’s girl. Like me, I’m a Sam girl, so I tell other people how I feel about you , what you say and do, and I talk about my romantic feelings towards you. Well, you on this show; it’s a little different.”
Sam had kept quiet the whole time you explained your secret and he held no emotions. You didn’t know what was going through his head, but it couldn’t be good.
“You like that show about our lives from that other universe?” He asks, suddenly breaking the silence.
“Yes,” you answer, hoping he wouldn’t explode at any given point.
“And you didn’t want to tell me about it?” He then looks to you with his infamous puppy dog eyes, wondering why you kept something like this from him.
Taken aback by his calmness, you continue to explain. “Well, I heard the stories of when you went to that other world and how much it freaked you and Dean out, so I thought you would disown me or something if I was into it.”
“Why would I do that?” Sam asks, sadness now forming across his features.
“Because I like something you make fun of! I thought you would make fun of me for what I do. I’m in the whole fandom, Sam! The show, the merchandise, the fanfiction, the blogs; everything!”
That sparked his interest again. “You write fanfiction?” His tone got more questioningly, but you took it as he was going to lay on the mockery.
“Yes, but I swear it’s nothing like some of the stories people write about! It’s actually all clean and sweet. I write about our dates and my feelings, but play it off as fiction.”
Then, his face melted into a smile (GIF), that childlike wonder again. “You write about us?”
“Yeah, I do. And people like it.”
“They do?” He’s surprised now, telling by how high his eyebrows are raised on his face.
“Everyone thinks you’re romantic and that you’re the best boyfriend, but the best part about it, it’s all true,” you smile, but hide it from wandering eyes.
“That’s… sweet,” he comments, stunning you.
“Really?”
“Yeah, I love that you write about us. I think it’s great that you are proud of our relationship and it makes me proud of it too, especially considering other people think I’m pretty great.” He has a little smirk playing on his lips; he’s going to brag about this to Dean later.
“So, you’re okay with all this?” You start to creep a little further into his level of positivity from this topic.
“Surprisingly I am, and I love that you’re showing off that you’re mine,” he pecks your lips before asking another question.
“Wait, are there more of these lockets?”
“Yes, and there’s some that say Dean girl. The same concept,” you comment like it’s nothing but it’s a big deal to Sam.
“There are Dean girls, too?!”
“And there are Castiel girls too, and even some of the other people you guys have met in life, but mainly you three.”
“Oh my God, wait until Dean and Cas hear about this!” Sam was set on telling his brother and his friend; the worst thing you could think of.
“No, please don’t!” Panic set inside you. Telling Sam was one thing but Dean was another.
“Why not?”
“Because Dean won’t be so nice about this. He will mock and ridicule me so much for this. He’s way more opinionated and harsher than you are.”
He thought about it for a minute but knew you were right. Sometimes, his older brother would take things too far, to the point of hurting those he cared about, and Sam couldn’t let that happen to you.
“You’re right, he definitely will freak out over this. He’s way more headstrong about what he doesn’t like. Alright, I won’t tell him and Cas? Well, he’s gotten a lot better with human interactions but, we wouldn’t want to throw him for a loop again,” Sam laughed at confusing the angel with more human things, like when he first came to earth.
“Thank you, Sam,” You say, going to hug him.
“Of course, no one is going to hurt my girl, not even me. But uh, y/n, we need to get you another locket,” he says taking the locket in his fingers again.
“Why? I like it and I paid good money for it,” you take it back and drop it in your shirt.
“Well, there are more of these lockets out there so that means other girls are walking around with a picture of me around their necks. It’s not okay that yours is like everyone else’s, so I’m going to make a special one that I will have engraved with a message from me that’s just to you; my girl,” he whispers the last part right in your ear, electrifying chills through you.
“O-okay.” You stutter out as Sam goes fishing for your locket from the bottom up.
Second A/N: When I was looking for that GIF of Sam, ‘Sexy Back’ started playing; it was perfect!
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Miraculous Ladybug SL AU Part 2
Based on the AU by @zoe-oneesama
Part 1
Ao3
Chloe was furious. The attention was always on the two useless sidekicks instead of on her, which is where it should have been! She kicked, screamed, cried, and pouted up a storm, but there was nothing she could do. Or was there…
Marinette was excited. She was actually going to see her hat on the runway! It made her giddy just thinking about it.
“Pollen, I just can’t believe it!” she squealed for the millionth time.
“I am very excited for you, my q- Marinette.” Pollen buzzed happily as Marinette dug through her closet. “May I ask what you are looking for?”
“My other sh- found it!” Marinette exclaimed, holding up a pink, strappy heel.
“Marinette, are you ready?” her mom’s muffled voice called from downstairs.
“Yeah, mom!” Marinette called back, shoving her foot into the shoe and rushing downstairs. Her dad pulled her into a tight hug when he saw his daughter.
“My little girl is all grown up and showing her amazing work to the world!” He cried, proudly. When he finally let go, Sabine was waiting paitently at the door.
“Come on! We don’t want to be late!”
Adrien straightens his jacket nervously.
“How do I look, Plagg?” he asks, turning to look at himself in the mirror. The kwami grunts.
“If I say yes, will you stop asking me?”
“But I want to make sure I look good tonight!”
“Why?” Plagg snickers. “You wanna look good for Pigtails?” Adrien blushes and straightens his tie. Plagg sighs. “Kid, you look fine. Can we go now?” Suddenly, someone knocks on the trailer door.
“Come in!” Adrien calls as Plagg zooms out of sight. The door opens and Marinette steps inside the trailer, but… it was a Marinette he’d never seen before. She was wearing a short, but still very elegant, pink lacey dress with a black belt. Her hair was loose on her shoulders, which only made her look more beautiful. She waves nervously.
“Hi, Adrien. I’m just here to drop off the hat and wish you luck!” She says, holding up a hat box. Adrien tries to ignore the blush creeping up to his cheeks.
“Oh, right! Thanks.” He says, taking the hat out of the box. Marinette smiles as he puts it on.
“So… are you going to model it for me?” Adrien blinks.
“What, now?” Marinette nods.
“Yes, now! Show me how you walk the walk! Fash-ion show! Fash-ion show!” She chants, bouncing a little. Adrien chuckles
“Well, if the lady insists…” He does his best model walk to the end of the trailer, then turns and does a quick pose. Marinette claps happily.
“Wow! You have the catwalk down!” Adrien feels himself blush for the hundredth time. “
I-thank you.” He stutters. Marinette walks over to the mirror and leans on the little table in front of it.
“I’m honestly really nervous” she admits. “Audrey Bourgeois is in the audience and she’s, like, the biggest name in fashion! She could end my designing career before it even begins!” Adrien pauses, then walks over to stand next to Marinette in front of the mirror.
“You’re super talented, Marinette. I wouldn’t be standing here, next to you, wearing a hat that you made and designed if that weren’t true. I think it's awesome; so does my father. Otherwise he wouldn't have picked it for me.” Marinette takes a deep breath and turns to look at him.
“Okay, you’re right. Maybe I am overthinking this. I just need to let today happen and face the consequences tomorrow.” Adrien smiles.
“Exactly.” They stand there in silence for a little bit. Their faces were so close, Adrien could smell her cherry lip gloss. Did Marinette always have that little freckle under her left eye? Adrien resited the urge to touch it. Suddenly, the trailer door swings open, causing the teens to jump back, unfortunately for Marinette. Her foot caught on something, sending her flying backwards onto the floor.
“Ow...” “Marinette! Are you okay?” Adrien cries, helping her up. Marinette chuckles.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Probably should have thought twice before wearing heels, though…”
“Ahem” Nathalie coughs, pulling out a clipboard. “Sorry to interrupt, but Adrien, the show is about to start. Miss Dupain-Cheng, I am to escort you to your seat.” Marinette gulps, then nods.
“Okay. See you on the catwalk, Adrien.”
As soon as Marinette saw Audrey Bourgeois she fought off a grimace. Oh, god, there’s two of them. When the Fashion Queen sat down next to her, Marinette knew she was in for a long night.
A/N Chloe’s mom isn’t going to become akumatized in this story because A) I am too lazy to write it, B) Gabriel is taking a day off from being Hawk Moth to be there for his son, and C) It didn’t make much sense that Marinette’s friends were invited to a private event, so I am writing them out of this part of the story (sorry, Alya!).
After the show, Marinette meets up with Adrien in the entry hall.
“That was amazing!” She cries, hugging him.
“Excuse me.” a haughty voice calls from behind them. Marinette turns to see Audrey Bourgeois walking over with Chloe close behind her. Without a warning, she takes the hat off of Adrien’s head and inspects the brim.
“This hat is not a Gabriel Agreste. Are you responsible for that?” She asks, looking at Marinette in a intimidating manner. Marinette gulps.
“Um…” she looks nervously at Adrien, who flashes her a thumbs up. “Stand proud!” Marinette takes a deep breath and nods. “I… I’m the one who created it.”
“Miss Dupain-Cheng won a fashion design competition at her school.” Gabriel says, appearing behind Marinette, making her jump a little. Audrey lifts her glasses to get a better look at the hat.
“It’s the most…” Marinette shrinks, anticipating shame as Chloe smirks. “…exceptional thing I've ever seen! You're a visionary, Marinette!” Audrey exclaims, placing the hat back onto Adrien’s head. Marinette gasps happily.
“R-really?!” “Of course! Glitter’s had its day, feathers are the trend of tomorrow!”
“She does have talent.” Gabriel says, smiling at Marinette. Audrey studies Marinette with interest.
“You want to be a fashion designer, right?” Marinette nods nervously.
“Y-yes ma’am.” Audrey spreads her arms wide.
“Then come to New York with me! I can make you the biggest name in fashion! I'm sure you'll even-”
“-WHAT?!” Chloe screams angrily. “This is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous! I’ve never been to New York with you and you’re taking Dupain-Cheng?!”
“I’m taking her because she's exceptional Claudette. Uh— Chloé.” Chloe gasps and stamps her foot.
“I’m exceptional too!!” Audrey inspects her gloved hand.
“The only exceptional thing about you, my dear… is your mother.” Marinette and Adrien grimace. Chloe growls and throws off her sunglasses.
“Ugh! I'll show you how exceptional I can be!” she smirks and strikes a pose.
“Tikki, spots on!”
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous lb#miraculous au#scarlet lady au#sl au#zoe-oneesama#reverse crush#queen's battle
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rewatching decadence
ep1: so... indoctrinating kids that they life their life in service to an upper class. also like, the way deca dence takes care of giant gadoll is to punch it like no giant sword or laser canon or anything just the power of a giant mountain sized fist. this show actually has some good foreshadowing from seeing Natsume from the perspective of Kaburagi’s hud, to Natsume’s dad (Muno) finding the Solid Quake logo at the beginning of the episode and the logo again being shown in the last shot at the announcement signs off with have a profitable day which is a weird public safety announcement but makes sense as a company slogan. I’m still not sure what the “TIME 1:00 POINT SE,07,G” means. I didn’t write it down last time because I was unsure of myself, but my first thought when the cyborgs showed up was VR chatroom for the upper class.
ep2: yeahs that’s totally an advertisement that plays right after natsume realizes the human costs of war as the tankers pay respects to the fallen. I realized what it was with the cartoony designs, the bright colors and patterns, the funky shapes of all the structures aboard the space ship, it looks like a tv show for toddlers. inoffensive and deliberately cheerful to distract from the horrors of a corporation owning your person. the eng subtitles are confusing here it should be “real death(simulation) awaits” in that the company is advertising being able to experience death but not have any of its permanent consequences as a feature of the game. The cyborgs are corporate wage slaves being compensated for their labor in company credits and the only other things we seen them do outside of work is play the company’s mmo, or recreational drugs. “I should be proud of my function and to be scrapped” as property of the company. aaaa that’s terrible. aaa. what are cyborg cores??? and why are they valuable. Solid Quake has no control over the core, only the cyborg’s housing. Is it that they cannot produce more? Considering the others on the team got executed for sentenced to an eternal forced labor camp with appalling conditions, Minato really did pull some strings for Kaburagi. ooh so “time until scrapping” and “operational limit near are two different warnings. the first is a general reminder of lifespan and the second is because oxyone levels are low. now its “TIME 20:00 POINT SE,05,I”. all those new gadoll events probably wreck havoc on the tanker economy. its 400c now and i think it was 500 for 2 earlier. First time through I wasn’t paying attention and totally thought kaburagi was an assassin, but no he’s just clean up crew. ahh yes, come spend you wages at the company run stores. micro transactions... wait so where were people getting the number 13 from?
ep3: ah yes Solid Quake charges to use the media center, truly a micro transaction hell. Natsume’s character arc is about whether to push herself or not. Here Fei acts as part of a continuing dialectic saying that Tankers have no place outside of Deca-Dence, that sooner of later Natsume will die from it, and once again highlighting Natsume’s right arm. In the other level of this though, tankers shouldn’t go outside because that’s not their role in the solid quake mmo, and those who would disrupt the mmo are killed. I like how you can see Kaburagi switch from videogame logic (oh she’s low level so let’s just stick her in the tutorial zone) to real life (what skills and experiences would help in fighting). So several corporations took advantage of desperate people to sell them a service that would augment them with mechanical parts. I get that pipe in a little outfit is funny, but does no one really realize its a gadoll, i meant natsume recognizes it instantly. like the scene where Natsume talks about her right arm, the anime does a good job of showing how her feeling about it are complicated. She’s lived with that arm for years, but it also hinders her sometimes, and people will comment about it. there’s this specific type of humor that pops up in this show and given how its the same joke, my guess is that its the same person behind it. The “joke” being that Natsume is put in a position that references sexual assault. The first is with fennel where she makes up an excuse of having to go see kaburagi to get away from him. And then there’s this episode. There’s also a few stray lines here and there that alarm me in that they imply Natsume has dealt with the threat of assault before. Since they didn’t do anything meaningful with this, I’d rather it just not be there. Minato is in on the secret of Pipe’s existence and by the way the two talk, they’ve called each other before in the last 7 years. Its good to know that Kaburagi wasn’t JUST brooding for 7 years and that the two of them stayed in contact.
ep4: Natsume after having gained confidence in herself takes down several gadoll and earns her place in The Power. Its a fulfilling payoff after seeing her train for several episodes. Natsume is where she always wanted to be, fighting gadoll in the Power. gahh It really is a patch release trailer. Ohh so I assumed that the other structures on the cartoon earth were other corporations, but in this episode we see one of them (the white and red striped cone thing opposite the deca-dence dome) and the cyborgs there are talking about the game (MMO LARPing lol), so either Solid Quake owns multiple of those structures, or these cyborgs are customers not owned by Solid Quake and playing of their own volition. that would makes the cone cyborgs where solid quake is deriving its profit from since its not like it pays its workers. reading comments online, a lot of people missed that because a ranker was found to be cheating (mikey), the rankings were abolished. In the present time, gears/players are not ranked. Ah so Kaburagi was transferred to the maintenance department from the warrior department. Wow reassignment is so much better than the poop jail. I remember it being said, armor repair, doctor, and weapon shop could be employee(cyborg) run so I wonder if the medics and that one armor shop guy are tankers or not. So this anime already snuck in a sex joke with the when the poop gang swapped kaburagi’s avatar with a sex toy, so i wonder if the safetyprivatemode was made so that the mods wouldn’t have to listen to robot sex. I really wish this show could have had 24 episodes. The trend for the past 20 years has been shorter and shorter shows so I know it would have been likely impossible to get the clearance and funding for 24 eps but oooh in som alternate universe maybe... i brought up fleshing out minor characters and character relationships before but there also stuff like Natsume’s right hand almost clamping on ... Mindy? Which usually would be a narrative flag but is completely dropped because of the episode limit. And the confidence Natsume gained last episode come to work against Kaburagi trying to keep her from the suicide mission. Its only from this point on that Kaburagi starts to really change, as of this point he is still a loyal cog to a machine that does not care about him. Kaburagi and Natsume in the 2nd half of the episode continue the same dialectic that runs through the whole of the show, about giving up and learning to try again, about pushing your limit, about why someone bothers trying. On the collectivist versus individualist spectrum, Deca-Dence is on the individualist side with assertions of the importance for deciding for yourself what you will do with your life. Its an interesting counterpoint to The Twilight Mirage (Friends at the Table) which I am currently listening to in that The Twilight Mirage is a western production and strongly collectivist with one of the antagonist being sort of kind of an embodiment of independence/individualism while japanese works as a whole tend to be more about the whole over the individual than western ones. Kurenai talking about why she fights is very good and very important for 2 reasons, first it help flesh out not only her but offer a very needed other opinion on what its like to live as a Tanker, second it segues nicely into Natsume’s memories of her dad telling her about the outside world and him being the only one to believe she can do it (fight in The Power) as contrasted with flashbacks of all the other characters telling her she can’t. This culminates in Natsume gathering her resolve to fight not because of something grand like changing the world or the fate of humanity, but something very personal scale: changing herself and proving to herself that she can do it. The is also the climax of her character arc, the point of no return.
ep5: If last episode was natsume’s point of no return, then either this episode or episode 7 is Kaburagi’s. Rationally speaking, the optimal scenario would have been for Kaburagi to stall long enough for the Tankers to escape before pulling back himself, but emotionally and narratively, there’s no way he couldn’t. After all the build up of deciding for yourself how to live and pushing your limits. Its appropriate that here in defense of the girl that inspired him to live and choose for himself rather than just continue existing in the default of what Solid Quake demands of him, that Kaburagi chooses to release his operational limiter (literally pushing him limit) and derail the company’s plans. How did no one realize purple dude was breaking imprisonment to play on a hacked avatar. Like he’s still as purple and bloodthirsty as ever. He acts and speaks the same. Someone would have totally seen him and gone “eyyyyy [i forgot this guy’s name] is back” and talked to people about it and someone should have heard. So I remember reading comments from various idiots who were mad because they mistakenly thought the anime took place in a virtual space and that Natsume was made of lines of code. And first off even if that was true there’s a difference between objective reality and the lived experiences of a person and what’s to say her experiences and emotions would be any less real than yours. And second, did everyone forget The Hunger Games? Like its just another game that plays with real lives and doesn’t care who gets killed. Solid Quake is just using humans as a stage prop. Man this episode is jam packed. Its like getting punched in the face 4 times. The pacing of the last 4 minutes was really good. The quiet scene as dawn breaks acts in direct contrast to the high energy of the Stargate takedown that preceded it. After time and against not listening to him, Minato still calls Kabu to check in with him. There’s also his certainly that it was Kaburagi that saved the Deca-Dence mech (i need to be clearer when I’m talking about the physical fortress city mech, the mmorpg game, or the deca-dence system itself). And then when the world state gets reset is just so good because it make it clear that the gadoll were never the true enemy. The tankers could kill as many gadoll as they want and nothing would change. Kaburagi’s at an interesting point here, in that he’s no longer in a state of having given up like he was in episode 1 just waiting to die and following along with Solid Quake’s orders, as of this episode he has deliberately gone against the company’s rules, and yet he’s still believes that nothing will actually change. He’s broken a rule and resigned himself to punishment instead of say for example getting rid of the punishment all together. He’s still a good little employee that hasn’t rebelled against the system. And then the “Take care of Pipe” and Natsume turns around and he’s already gone, is sooo good. The final shot too of his avatar face down in the snow! The “This world needs bugs” is in direct contrast to Hugin/Fugin(?) repeating that this world must be rid of bugs, and the same phrase Kaburagi repeated 7 years ago when he was transferred to the Maintenance Department instead of being killed. I wonder how much the cyborgs feel in their original bodies vs. how much they feel in their Gear avatars. Kaburagi doesn’t seem to care about food and no food stalls were shown in the Gear area so maybe they doesn’t have much sense of taste? The avatars also have a lessened sense of pain. And then the limit release sequence shows connections increasing between the two bodies so does it make the cyborgs more attuned with the avatar’s senses?
ep6: eh so this is another example of what I mean when I say some of the humor in this show is in bad taste. They probably put the oxyone port where the ass would be just to make this joke. But this is better then doing to it Natsume. The animators even had a gleam censor for the over where the capsule was inserted as if it wasn’t obvious enough what it was suppose to look like. Spurned on by the the promise that one day if they work hard and behave (”rehabilitated”), the cyborgs will get let out when in actuality its a forced labor camp so that Solid Quake can squeeze just a little more labor our of the cyborgs for even less compensation. The cartoony style here helps offset just how horrific there working conditions are. And Kaburagi still the good little employee (iiko) tries his hardest to play by the rules and win. Except in this game, there is no “win’ written into the rules. So finally he is forced to move outside of the system Solid Quake has made. I still can’t believe they let Donatello keep the gun... Maybe cyborg cores are brains. In 5.5 Kaburagi’s core is in the top half of his metal case, and Donatello’s is also in his head. I’m still not sure what that sequence where Kaburagi takes the head fin and an image of a cyborg core is overlayed, means.
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Forever and Always - A Noah Centineo Imagine
A/N: Hey Everyone! I’m finally back with a new Noah imagine. I’m sorry it took me so long to post this prompt, which was requested a while ago. I actually finished it a few weeks ago but just didn’t have the chance to put it up, but now I do, so here it is! I hope you like it and thank you for your request. I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you guys enjoy it too! Let me know what y’all think, any feedback is appreciated!
Prompt request:
#4 “You look amazing.”
#10 “You know I never wanted to lie to you.”
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Being in love is the most beautiful thing in the world, especially when the person you love, loves you back. (Y/N) was currently in love with someone and was lucky enough to call him her boyfriend. She met Noah through a mutual friend at a dinner party and immediately had a strong connection to him. They spent most of that party with each other and became super close, super fast. Even though everyone knew that they were clearly head over heels for each other, it was oblivious to the both of them, which was the reason why they didn't date for quite a while. Luckily Noah did have the courage to confess his feelings to (Y/N) one day which led to them going on their first date just about six months ago.
They've been inseparable ever since and spent almost every day together. Even though it wasn't always easy dating a young, hot-shot actor like Noah, especially with him being so busy with his tight schedule most of the time, they wouldn't trade each other for the world. Ever since his two movies on Netflix released, Noah's life had drastically changed. He gained millions of followers overnight and quickly made himself a name as the 'Internet's boyfriend'. (Y/N) was proud of her boyfriend and of how far he'd come and supported him all the way, which wasn't something Noah took for granted. A lot of his relationships had failed due to his job, but (Y/N) knew how hard the entertainment business was because she was a part of it too.
(Y/N) was a blogger and also had her own YouTube channel where she made fashion and lifestyle videos as well as vlogs where she shared her daily life online with her audience. She loved her job and was very grateful for everything that came out of it, but of course it was also very hard sometimes and required a lot of effort and time. While (Y/N) mostly worked from home, where she had her own little office, Noah was always on the road, filming and doing promo's for new movies and projects he was working on, just like he was doing right now.
He was filming the sequel to 'To All The Boys I've Loved Before' in Vancouver and even though (Y/N) was really excited for him, she couldn't help but feel a little sad about it too. They were supposed to celebrate (Y/N)'s birthday together next week, but unfortunately Noah couldn't clear his schedule from filming, which meant that he couldn't be with her like they'd originally planned. (Y/N) usually didn't make a big fuss about her birthdays, but this year was different. It was her first birthday with Noah as her boyfriend and she was really excited to spend that day with him. Of course she understood that Noah couldn't just take a day off whenever he wanted, no matter how much she'd love to have him there.
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It was (Y/N)'s 23rd birthday today and she was getting ready for the day, when she got a Facetime call from Noah. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile as she answered the call. She waited for it to connect and when it did, she saw a wide grinning Noah staring back at her.
“Happy birthday, baby.” He greeted her before making a kissing face into the camera.
“Thank you, sweetie. I wish you were here with me, though.” (Y/N) answered, pouting a little at him.
“Yeah, me too. I hate that I couldn't clear my schedule for you. I swear I'm gonna be grumpy all day and let everyone know how upset I am about not being able to be with my girlfriend on her special day.” He said, looking at (Y/N).
“You're so sweet, Noah, but you don't have to do that. We'll just celebrate my birthday when you're back from shooting, okay?” She said, looking back at Noah with a small smile on her face. He nodded and smiled back at her.
“Anwaay, where are you right now?” (Y/N) asked, noticing a different, unfamiliar looking background behind Noah.
He quickly answered, “I'm just in my trailer, waiting to be called back on set.” (Y/N) noticed his sudden nervousness, but didn't ask any further and chose to believe him instead. The two of them spoke for another half hour until it was time for Noah to leave again.
“Shoot, looks like I gotta go, babe. I miss you so much and wish I was there to celebrate you, but I hope you have an amazing day, nevertheless.”
(Y/N) smiled at that, “I miss you too, honey. This day won't be the same without you, but I'll still try to have some fun. I love you, Noah.”
“I love you too, baby. I talk to you soon, okay? Bye.” He blew a few kisses at (Y/N) and she returned the favor, her heart aching at the thought of spending her birthday without him. They hung up and (Y/N) sighed quietly, before she finished getting ready for the day.
Once (Y/N) was ready for the day, her best friend Emma came over to spend the day with her.
“Happy birthday, bestie. I know you're sad that Noah can't be here, but I promise we'll still make the most of this day. I have everything planned out for us already and it's gonna be freaking amazing!” Emma said enthusiastically as she hugged (Y/N).
“Thanks, Em, but I don't really feel like celebrating today. I'd rather just stay in and watch Netflix or something.” (Y/N) told her, missing Noah like crazy already and not wanting to have fun without him. She hated that she felt so attached to him and how her mood mostly depended on him, but she didn't have any contol over the way she felt about him. Everything with Noah was still so new and yet she was head over heels in love with him already. Even though they spent most of their time together, she still missed him whenever they weren't. (Y/N) knew that today was supposed to be all about her, and she appreciated that Emma was there to be with her, but for some reason it felt wrong to celebrate her birthday without Noah.
“No, there's no way you're staying here. Don't be one of those girls that can't have fun without their boyfriends around, especially on a day that's supposed to be all about you. I know that Noah would want you to enjoy yourself today so, c'mon, (Y/N). I promise, it'll be fun.” Emma gave (Y/N) a pleading look as she waited for her to say something.
She sighed, knowing Emma was right. “Okay, fine, I'll go with you. But please promise me it's just gonna be me and you today, and that you didn't make a big fuss about my birthday because you know how much I hate that.”
Emma squeaked a little before hugging (Y/N) again. “Well all I can promise is that you're gonna have a birthday you'll never forget.”
(Y/N) raised her brows suspiciously, “What's that supposed to mean, Em?”
“You'll see. Now, come on, let's get you ready for your special day.” Emma said, pulling (Y/N) towards her closet.
“But I am ready. What's wrong with what I'm wearing right now?” (Y/N) asked, looking down at herself. She was wearing her favorite denim skirt and a cute little white blouse on top as well as some golden earrings. She loved her outfit and didn't understand why she needed to change for whatever Emma had planned for them.
“Nothing's wrong with your outfit, (Y/N), you look great. But you don't just want to look great for whatever I've got planned for us, you want to look your very best, so let's go and see what you've got in here.”
(Y/N) sighed again before she followed Emma, who was already looking for an outfit in (Y/N)'s walk-in-closet. For the next hour or so, the both of them worked on (Y/N)'s new outfit and even changed up her hair and make-up.
Once they were ready with everything, (Y/N) finally looked at herself in the full-length mirror to see the end result. She was now wearing a burgundy colored dress with no sleeves that perfectly showed of (Y/N)'s curves and it also had an open back, which was probably her favorite part about the whole outfit. She paired the dress with silver stilettos and a matching clutch and perfected her look with some silver hoop earrings and a beautiful heart shaped necklace that Noah had given her for their six month anniversary a few weeks ago. (Y/N)'s usual, long, straight hair was curly and pulled up into a half bun, which she wore in honor of Noah since that was his favorite hairstyle on her. Her make up was rather light and sweet while her red lips that matched the color of the dress, complimented the rest of her look perfectly.
“Damn, you were right, Em, I do look great in this dress. In fact this whole outfit makes the other one look boring and out of style. I'm so glad I listened to you and put this on.” (Y/N) said as she smoothed the dress over her body.
“Of course I was right. Now come on, pose for the camera. I'm gonna snap some sweet pictures for your Instagram because you need to share this look with the world, girl.” Emma said before taking a few pictures of (Y/N)'s look.
“Wow, these are some great shots, Em.” (Y/N) said as she scrolled through her phone to look at the pictures her best friend had taken of her.
Emma just shrugged and answered, “Don't forget to tag me, babe.”
(Y/N) laughed and quickly made her post on Instagram before she put her phone away and looked back at her best friend.
“Okay, now that I look the part, can you finally tell me what you've got planned for us and why I had to dress up like a Hollywood star that's going to a red carpet event?” She asked, raising her brows at Emma.
“Well, I can't tell you anything, besides that we're going somewhere else. So put on this blindfold and then we're ready to go.” Emma pulled out a blindfold and walked behind (Y/N) to put it on her but (Y/N) just shook her head at that.
“A blindfold, are you serious, Em? There's no way I'm putting that on.” (Y/N) protested, shaking her head.
Emma gave her a pleading look and said, “Please?”
“Uggh, fine.” (Y/N) sighed and turned around so Emma could put the blindfold on her.
“Yes, I promise you're going to love what I've got planned for us.” Emma responded with a smile as she put the blindfold on.
(Y/N) answered, “Well, let's hope you're right about that.”
Emma turned (Y/N) around and took her hand in hers, guiding her outside to her car. Once they were both safely in the car, Emma turned on the engine and made her way over to a secret location, where she'd planned to surprise (Y/N).
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Half an hour later they arrived at the secret destination where Emma parked her car before getting out of the car and opening the door for (Y/N).
“Here, take my hand again. We're almost there.” Emma carefully took (Y/N)'s hand and helped her out of the car. She then led (Y/N) inside the cabin that she'd rented for the day, where (Y/N)'s surprise was already waiting for them.
“Okay, you can take your blindfold off now.” Emma told (Y/N) when they made it inside the cabin. (Y/N) let out a small breath before she removed her blindfold. It took her a second to adjust her eyes to the brightness of the room, but once she did, she saw all of her closest friends and family staring at her in anticipation.
“SURPRISE!” They all yelled with big smiles on their faces and a couple of them were even filming the situation to capture (Y/N)'s reaction.
“What the hell?” (Y/N) asked confused as she stared back at everyone.
Emma turned to (Y/N) and smiled. She took both of (Y/N)'s hands in hers before she said, “Happy Birthday, (Y/N). I know you don't like to make a big fuss out of your birthdays, but I just wanted to give back to you for everything you've done for me over the last couple of years, because I love you so much. You're my best friend in the entire world and deserve to have the best day ever, which is why I planned all this just for you.”
(Y/N) felt tears stinging in her eyes as she looked back at her best friend. She wrapped her arms around Emma, pulling her in for a tight hug.
“Wow, I don't even know what to say, Em. I can't believe you did all of this for me.” (Y/N) whispered to her, her voice shaking a little.
“You don't need to say anything. All I want you to do is have fun today and let us celebrate you on your special day.” Emma answered as they pulled apart from the hug, smiling back at (Y/N).
(Y/N) nodded with teary eyes before she turned her attention towards her guests. “Hi everyone! I don't know what to say because I'm still in shock, but I'm very grateful to have you all here. I can't believe you're all here to celebrate my birthday with me. Thank you so much you, guys.” (Y/N) smiled at all her guests who all started clapping after her little speech.
(Y/N) then took the time to look around the room for the first time and saw lots of balloons scattered around the floor and the ceiling. There was a huge banner on the wall that read: 'Happy 23rd Birthday (Y/N)!' and a big table with different snacks and drinks was set up in the corner of the room. The highlight of the party though was the karaoke booth that was set up on the other side of the room where music was currently playing out of the boxes. It was the perfect party and (Y/N) couldn't help but tear up again as she let it all sink in.
“Wow, everything looks so amazing. Thank you so much for setting this up, Em.” (Y/N) said, making Emma smile.
“Of course. Now, come on, let's go and say hi to everybody.” (Y/N) nodded and mingled with her guests for a while, saying hello and catching up with them.
After (Y/N) made her rounds and talked to everyone it was time to open gifts. Everyone gathered around her as she sat down at the table with all the gifts and presents.
“Wow, you guys. This is too much. You really didn't have to do all this for me.” (Y/N) said as she stared at all the gifts in front of her.
“Hey, it's no big deal, (Y/N), really. If someone deserve a great birthday with great presents, it's you. So, stop thanking us and start open your presents. I'm dying to see your reaction to mine.” Lauren, one of (Y/N)'s friends, who was also a fellow YouTuber, said to her as she handed her present over first.
(Y/N) laughed before she started opening her presents. For the next few minutes (Y/N) unwrapped the rest of her gifts which she all loved. She couldn't believe that all of her friends went above and beyond just for her, and even though she was incredibly grateful for all the effort and time they've put in for this party, (Y/N) still felt a little sad about not having Noah with her today. She tried not to think about him though and put a smile on her face, allowing herself to enjoy the rest of the party with her friends.
“Shoot, I just realized that I left my present in the car. I'll be right back, okay?” Emma suddenly said before she rushed over to the door to get to her car.
“No, it's okay, Em. I don't need a present from you. You already-” But before (Y/N) could finish her sentence Emma was already out the door.
(Y/N) looked at her friends and asked, “Do you guys know what she's up to again?” but all of them just shrugged nonchalantly. (Y/N) sighed and turned her attention back towards the door. A few minutes later Emma walked back in, but there was no present in her hands. (Y/N) looked at her confused but before she could ask her what was going on, Emma spoke up.
“Okay, (Y/N), your present is right outside, but I didn't have time to wrap it which is why I need you to close your eyes for a second.” Emma announced, grinning at her. She felt everyone's eyes on her and saw them smiling weirdly at her as if they all knew something she didn't.
“What is going on here?” She asked confused, looking back at everyone.
“Will you just close your eyes please? Or do I need to put on the blindfold again?” Emma asked, pulling out the blindfold again.
(Y/N) quickly shook her head at that and closed her eyes. “Alright, my eyes are closed, now.”
“Okay, just give me a second.” Emma answered as she walked back outside to grab the present.
“Can I open my eyes now?” (Y/N) asked after a while, getting a little impatient.
“Yeah, you can open them now. I hope you like my present, (Y/N).” She heard her best friend say. (Y/N) opened her eyes and when she saw what her present was, she instantly felt her eyes fill with tears again.
“Surprise! You didn't really think that I would miss your birthday, did you, babe?” Her boyfriend Noah asked, as he stood in front of her, with a wide smile on his face and a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands.
“Oh my gosh, Noah!” (Y/N) exclaimed in disbelief as she rushed over to him. Noah handed the flowers over to Emma just in time for his girlfriend to jump into his arms. (Y/N)'s friends all watched the scene with tears in their eyes, some of them capturing the surprise with their phones.
“I don't understand how you're here, right now. Didn't you say that you couldn't clear your schedule for today?” (Y/N) held on to her boyfriend and sobbed into his neck, smudging Noah's white shirt with her tears and make up.
Noah pulled back from (Y/N) to look at her, his eyes also filled with tears. “I've known for a while that I was available for your birthday, but I wanted to suprise you, which is why I didn't say anything to you. I obviously needed some help to plan everything, so I called Emma and once I told her about my plans, she immediately agreed to help me out and set this whole surprise party up. I know I basically lied to you when I said I couldn't come, and I hope you're not mad about that. You know I never wanted to lie to you, but I had to in order to surprise you and for everything to work out.”
(Y/N) put both of her hands on each side of Noah's face and smiled, “Don't worry about that, I'm not mad at all. How could I be, when you flew all the way from Vancouver just to surprise me for my birthday? I can't believe you did that for me.” She started to tear up again as she looked at him and Noah immediately wrapped his arms around her.
“Please don't cry, baby, you're gonna make me cry too.” Noah said as he gently wiped at a tear that was rolling down her cheek.
“You're already crying.” (Y/N) said, pointing at his face.
“What? No, I'm not, I mean, I wasn't crying. I just had something in my eyes.” He wiped at his eyes and laughed a little before he said, “I would do anything for you, (Y/N). I'd fly to the end of the world and beyond just to be with you.”
(Y/N) smiled and leaned in, kissing him for the first time in weeks. She knew that her friends were all watching, but she didn't care about that. She only cared about this moment with Noah and to finally be reunited with him.
“I missed you so much, Noah. I can't believe you're actually here right now. I'm so happy, it feels like I'm dreaming.” She said, once they pulled apart from each other.
Noah poked at her nose and smiled, “You're not dreaming, (Y/N), I'm really here and I'll be here for the rest of the week. Happy birthday, baby.”
“Thank you, sweetie. This is the best birthday I've ever had and you're the best present I've ever gotten.” (Y/N) stared at her boyfriend again, before pulling him close to her again.
“You're welcome, baby. But I don't think I'm the only one you should be thanking here. I couldn't have pulled this surprise off without Emma's amazing help. You're really lucky to have a best friend like her, (Y/N).” Noah said, nodding towards Emma, who was smiling from ear to ear as she watched the two of them.
(Y/N) nodded, “You're right. I'm lucky to have such amazing people in my life and feel so incredibly grateful for everything today.” She then walked over to her best friend Emma and pulled her in for another hug.
“I love you so much, Em. Thank you for doing this. You're the best friend anyone could ever ask for.” (Y/N) kissed Emma on the cheek before looking at her with teary eyes.
Emma just shrugged, a huge grin on her face. “Anything for you, (Y/N).”
(Y/N) hugged her one more time before she turned her attention back to Noah. “So you're here for an entire week?”
Noah nodded. “Yeah, I am. I already cleared my schedule weeks ago just so I could be with you. Sorry again for lying to you, baby. But the look on your face when you saw me was worth all the trouble. I kinda wish I'd caught it on camera.”
“Well, you two are lucky then, because I did catch (Y/N)'s face on camera. I actually filmed the whole surprise, because I knew you'd want to see it. Maybe you can even share it on your channel later.” Emma chimed in, looking at (Y/N).
“I don't have a video for this week yet, so that's actually a great idea, Em.” (Y/N) agreed, giving her best friend a grateful smile.
Emma just shrugged, “Of course it is. All my idea's are great, including throwing this party.”
“Speaking of party. I think it's time we actually start celebrating now. So let's get this party started everyone!” (Y/N) announced, looking at all the guests.
“It's not a real birthday party without a proper birthday cake, so let's have the birthday girl blow out some candles first.” Emma said, before she went over to the food table to grab the cake.
“Can someone grab the candles, please? They're in my bag over there.” Emma nodded towards her bag in the corner of the room.
“Sure, I've got this.” Noah said, before he grabbed the candles out of Emma's bag. He then helped to place the candles on the cake and lit them before everyone started singing “Happy Birthday” for (Y/N). After she blew out the candles they all ate some cake before officially starting the party.
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It was a little while later and everyone was enjoying (Y/N)'s birthday party. A few people were singing karaoke over by the karaoke booth, another group was on the dance floor while Emma, Noah and (Y/N) were chatting by the snack and food table.
They were in the middle of a conversation, when a slow song came on and a few people started leaving the dance floor.
“I really hate to interrupt your heated discussion about who the best Chris' is, but I would like to ask my girlfriend something, if that's okay.” Noah said, looking at Emma and (Y/N).
(Y/N) nodded, “Of course that's okay. What do you want to ask me, baby?”
“Well... I was wondering if I could have this dance with you?” Noah asked, as he held out his hand for her. (Y/N) smiled and took his hand before they walked onto the dance floor together. Noah pulled her close and rested his hands on her waist while (Y/N) wrapped hers around his shoulders. They slowly swayed to the music together. The both of them enjoyed this little moment together, the comfortable silence between them making this moment even more perfect.
After a while Noah locked his eyes with hers and said, “In case you didn't know or haven't heard it yet, you look amazing, baby.”
(Y/N) couldn't help but blush at his compliment. “Thank you, honey. You look so handsome yourself.”
“You're so beautiful inside and out, I don't even know how I got so lucky to have you as my girlfriend. I'm so crazy about you, (Y/N).” Noah put one hand on her face, caressing it gently with his thumb while the other one remained on her waist.
“I'm the lucky one, Noah. Sometimes I still can't believe you're mine and I ask myself every day how, out of all the women in the world, you chose me to be yours.” (Y/N) answered, looking into his golden brown eyes.
“I chose you, (Y/N), because I love you. Only you. Forever and always.” Noah said, before he kissed her softly. (Y/N) kissed him back, smiling into the kiss.
“I love you too, Noah Centineo, and I can't wait to spend the rest of the week with you.” (Y/N) whispered back after they pulled away from the kiss.
“We're gonna make the most of it, I promise.” Noah said and (Y/N) nodded, running her hand down his chest.
“And I promise to enjoy every single minute of it.” She answered before kissing him again.
The End.
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Arrow 7x16 brain dump
So another episode, another triumph!! Star City 2040 was AMAZING!! The episode was almost all I had hoped for and so much more to boot! We got Mia Smoak’s origin story, and got brought somewhat up to date with the future storyline, whilst still leaving plenty of unanswered questions. The episode could easily be seen as a backdoor pilot episode for a next gen spin-off, that no doubt is in the works for when Arrow comes to a close. There is lots to deal with from this week’s offering, so without further ado….
Olicty and Mia
This will be short and sweet as we only got a minute-long flash of them as a family unit. But OMG THE BIRTH!! HDVKVHWDGRFJLBHSDNVSDLK!!!!!! My heart was so full, even in that short scene 😍 I had always had reservations about seeing a Felicity pregnancy storyline during the show run, but it seems like Beth has crafted the story so cleverly as for the pregnancy to not be so much of a focus-puller from the main story arcs for the season and for Felicity herself. This is what a talented and female-driven writing team does people!!! We will get the bulk of the pregnancy falling over hiatus, and the birth we have seen already here, and still get to keep some fluffy fanfic-y moments between her and Oliver in the present day. This is win-win as far as I’m concerned! But I digress…the birth!! We hear Felicity’s labour-screams (*shudders* 😬), whilst we get a tour of their new home, and Oliver is right there by her side!!!! Holding her hand, they exchange “I love you so much” and I diieeeeedddd!!!
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This was so adorable, and then Oliver’s little chuckle at Felicity’s joke? GAAAAHHHH!! Mia is handed back to them by Nurse Random, and the happiness on both of their faces, along with Felicity’s tiny “hi”, and the forehead kiss (I love a forehead kiss) just broke me!! Tears, all the tears! No drama, just a beautiful family moment.
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Continued under the cut
The “abandoned farmhouse” I thought we’d get, based on the trailer this time last week, in fact turned out to be a beautiful, warm, secluded family home, obviously lovingly furnished and lived in for a while by Oliver and Felicity. I guess this begs the question of when do they leave Star City for this new home, given that the team never knew about Felicity’s pregnancy? I think Olicity will leave by the end of the season for sure. And then that’s it for Olicity, and Oliver in this episode. Personally, I never expected to see Oliver in this episode. I don’t expect to see him in the future scenes before the end of the season, or even at all, as any future timeline reveals would scupper whatever tomfoolery they intend on cooking up in the next crossover *rolls eyes*.
Mia’s montage
Gosh I just love a montage! We immediately snap from new-born Mia to the most adorable toddler badass ninja Mia!!
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Look at that little face!! It was a stroke of genius casting James Bamford’s daughter here, as she already has some killer little fighting moves! I am in love 😍 She then transitions seamlessly into a slightly older version, before the teen/adult Mia that we already know. Can I just say that I adore the fact that she always has a little blonde ponytail just like Mama...my heart!!! Oh and who is her trainer?? Only Nyssa fracking Al Ghul!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS!!!
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What a fantastic surprise! I squealed! I stan one set of sister wives and their daughter! Much like finding Connor’s true identity last week, just this little twist was so exciting! I love spoiler-free season 7!!
Felicity/Mia
Agggghhhh these two! We finally got a little more insight as to why Mia seemingly hated Felicity so much. She seems to have been relatively well adjusted, if not feeling both isolated and suffocated in her small town (all this as well as having been trained to be a ninja by Auntie Nyssa), prior to leaving for Star City. Her relationship with her mother looked easy and loving, and I loved how her protective instincts kicked in when she returned home and Felicity didn’t reply.
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Let’s just take a moment to appreciate how chill Felicity is when Mia nearly attacks her! The way Emily has chosen to portray Future!Felicity with a new-found calm and poise is fabulous. She is such a boss (as if there was ever any doubt), with echoes of Moira but still all of ‘our’ Felicity’s heart. I loved her slipping back into her babbles over the comms over Mia’s ‘type’; Nana Donna would be so proud!!
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The turning point in their relationship comes when Mia stumbles upon Felicity’s secret bunker, compete with desktop pics of Oliver as GA and William pictures 😭😭 Two of the people that Felicity loves most and has seemingly lost? 😭😭This discovery leads Mia to realise that Felicity is still partaking in some vigilante side-action, which is the crux of their relationship breakdown. Vigilante’s have been outlawed, and painted as the ultimate big bads, something Felicity has obviously tried to make Mia see sense of. But Mia has clearly seen and heard all of the propaganda surrounding them, we don’t know where Oliver is, but we know he and Felicity have vowed to continue saving people, taking them away from Mia, and in turn, making her grow to resent the vigilantes irrespective of the heroic stories her mother has told her. Felicity keeping her own present vigilantism from Mia is the last straw for her. She is young, unworldly at this point, and clearly has strong feelings of abandonment from both parents, and the idea of Felicity being caught as a vigilante and taken away from her makes her snap. Cue Mia escaping to Star City to get her freedom, and to ‘find herself’ in cage fighting (the obvious career choice haha), and generally be a broody teenager. There she ‘learned’ even more about Vigilantes, only with the government spin on it, further driving that wedge and distance from Felicity and developing her hatred for them. This is where we see their relationship at as they reunite, a few years later, by the sounds of it.
Felicity being the empathetic angel that she is, has absorbed all of Mia’s hatred and disappointment, which I think is why she seemingly just ‘takes’ all of Mia’s attitude. Felicity also knows all too well the disappointment of being lied to by the person you love the most (looking at you S4 Oliver). She loves her so much and sees so much of Oliver in her, that it must be heartbreaking for her to know how she has disappointed her. That line where she tells William “I’m used to being a disappointment to her” is a gut punch. Yet she is so so proud of her! 😭😭
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Felicity realises that she should have told Mia the truth, and immediately apologises, but it takes the rest of the episode’s events to unfold before Mia really starts to understand the situation Felicity and Oliver were put in, why they made the choices that they did, and allows her to accept Felicity’s apology and start to mend fences. The final scene with them had me in tears for the 46232th time this episode, and you can really see how much they love each other, and their bond that still remains.
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I know she has been divisive so far, but I love Mia, and can understand where she is coming from in her attitude. This is a girl who is 20 years old, remember, and whereby in some ways she has had to grow up incredibly fast, she is still very naïve and emotionally unaware as well. I see so much of Oliver in her, as does Felicity.
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Her reaction to danger, physicality etc (hellooo handstand press-ups!) is down to training, yes. Her brooding, rash decision making and acting alone are character traits straight from Oliver. Her rage/anger reaction to the lies from Felicity and Connor scream S1 Oliver to me.
This is my take anyway haha, I know some will disagree, but I am officially a Mia Smoak stan!!!
William/Felicity/Mia
William didn’t take centre-stage this week, but he still had so many amazing moments. Ugh I love this boy so much!! His relationship with Mia continues to grow and be the cutest thing ever! Like I said last week, I love seeing William draw the light out in Mia, in the same way as Felicity always does with Oliver. All the little sibling moments that they share are so heart warming I could dieeeee! The “show off” line, “you’re just more useful to me not dead”, “oh good now there are two of you”, “now I got a sister to hate instead” the list goes on!! And then Will making Mia pose as his EA, and her distain at that are a hilarious call-back to their parents…Olicity S2 ftw!!
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I clearly have already spoken about her, but let’s just take a moment to appreciate that FELICITY IS ALIVE BITCHES!!!
We saw that Felicity had been looking out for William all along, investing in his start-up under the pseudonym City of Emeralds Capital, see my Wizard of Oz meta here. Then we finally got to see the reunion between her and both of her children, and it was epic. Her and William just murdered me.
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I love that he just went to her and embraced her straight away 😭💗😭 William had every reason to hate Felicity, something she acknowledges, but the love he still has for her after all these years, ad the profound effect she had on him in the short time they were together in our time just had me in tears so hard. Every time I scroll by a gif of this moment, I tear up (awkward when I’m ninja-tumblring at work 😬)! William, being that bit older than Mia, and having known Felicity and Oliver at an earlier point in time, allowed him to understand and forgive her pretty much immediately. I’m glad; we only have the energy for one broody Olicity baby! And once reunited, William and Felicity are a force to be reckoned with!
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I loved seeing them hack together at the Gala! And then in their last scene together, when Felicity thanks him for keeping faith in her and holding on to the Hozen for all this time ruined me yet again.
Mia/Connor
SmoaknHawke has arrived people!!
Connor following (following, not stalking) Mia and William all the way to Galaxy One to save their arses was so cute!! He is a good little Diggle and will always have his (girl)friend’s back, whether she is crazy pissed at him or not! Tiny Mia getting him up against the wall was a total mood haha! We discover that Connor is in fact Agent Hawke 🔥🔥, working for Nightwatch…a good version of ARGUS?? Is this where Dig is at? I want to see Dig! David Spoiler Ramsay already told us that he’d be in the FFs, so that was my only disappointment of the episode, that we didn’t see him.
But back to my newest OTP!! Mia was still so mad with Connor (and the world) for lying to her about his identity, then again for following her, and again for being a secret agent. He is so apologetic…that boy is GONE!! He just wants to keep her in his life! The “because I care about you”, “entire relationship is based on a lie” exchange was so charged!!!
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I loved Connor talking up the heroes to Mia, whilst still acknowledging her pain. Connor’s compassion is straight up John Diggle, adopted or no. This also led into the ultimate shade, with Mia’s iconic line:
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😂😂😂 Mia’s very existence as a child of Olicity already angers a certain comic-loving demographic, so this line was extra satisfying for me.
If a next gen series does happen, I will be so excited to see where these guys go…especially will the addition of William (and to a lesser extent, Zoe). The FTA scenes and lift/fight sequence was so so good!!
FF storyline
I suppose I should actually cover this haha! Lots of new stuff. We saw Rene interact with the Team…and reveal he thought Roy was dead!! Dinah’s line about Rene getting all the age but no wisdom was just 😂😂😂 There is mention of a terrorist organisation called Edencore, now going under the alias of Galaxy One, who Rene is directly working with in the Glades. They, along with Rene (hello new, crappy version of Malcolm), are planning on setting off a clusterfuck of bombs to level Star City so they can rebuild in their image. To cover their evil arses, they plan on placing the blame on vigilantes, namely Felicity. Anyway, once everyone is reunited (with a bit of an awkward hug between Felicity/Dinah…not sure if that was intended or not?) and introduced (“This is Mia, these are mine and Oliver’s impeccable genetics” gahhhh!) they deduce that the bombs are scheduled to detonate at an event that night, where everyone is in hoods and masks…how very convenient haha!
Felicity wearing a green mask is just 😭😍😭
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Her and William are an unstoppable hacking duo as they seek out the slimy bad guy (forgot his name) so Mia can go kick his arse!! I almost HAD ANOTHER LITTLE CRY WHEN Felicty say to Dinah “No-one’s called me overwatch in a very long time” waaaahhh!! Mia obviously runs in half-cocked and on her own (like father like daughter) to confront the slimeball, and just when it looks like she’s in trouble and massively outnumbered, she takes down the whole fracking room on her own! “Oh this will be fun” YAAAASSSS!!!
She is AMAZING in the field (a total badass, as Felicity later tells her). That cape move she did was 🔥🔥🔥 She loses Slimer in the kerfuffle, following him out into the crowd, that Rene has stirred up by announcing the vigilantes “show them what heroes look like” yaaaasss! Then, with no time to spare, Mia shoots the inch-square detonator out of his hands with an arrow in the most epic shot everrrrrr! I feel like if the new series does happen, this could be the opening title sequence shot!
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The fight stunts/effects this episode were amazeballs! I think this episode needed to be ‘big’, due to the absence of Oliver and the mixed reactions to the FFs so far, and it totally delivered!
Other folk
Roy! Future Roy continues to do things for me…so hot 🔥🔥 He seems to be enjoying being back with a team again, but we still have little-to-no idea of his past 20 years. He gets scary angry out of nowhere whilst interrogating one of Dinah’s contacts, and beats the crap out of him. I cut a whole Roy/Edencore/present/FF spec from this review and put it here if anyone feels like a laugh!
Rene continues to have terrible hair, unlike when Oliver was mayor….oh those were good hair days….*sighs dreamily*. He is complicit in the plan to level the city, but is talked around by Zoe, who he finally realises is one of the Canaries (well, duh). He ends the episode still playing the role of evil mayor, but is he really ‘good’ again now?
I’m not keen so far on adult Zoe, but maybe we just need to see more of her? Or maybe we can just forget her, like her Dad? She will surely form part of the next generation team if a spin-off happens, so I guess we will see her interacting with FTA soon.
Dinah doesn’t have much going on, other than fight scenes, and awkward hugs.
Legacy
The overarching theme of this season is legacy, and this episode is the most blatant about that I think. We see here, Oliver and Felicity’s literal biological legacies in William and Mia, and how being their children has affected their outcomes. Will is a flourishing CEO and tech wiz, thanks largely to his time with Felicity, and maybe the fact that he’s been able to succeed so well in a somewhat normal life is down to their absence from his life post-S7, but he missed out on growing up with his parents 😭 Mia on the other hand, grew up with Felicity (at least, if not Oliver for some of it), who had to have her trained in order to protect her, should the day ever come that her identity is revealed. So Mia had the parental love growing up, but was otherwise isolated from the world, no schooling, never left the town etc.
We also see Oliver’s legacy as a hero manifesting in his children. We see them finding their way on this journey, finding their own reasons and routes of being heroes. William didn’t need asking twice to join Felicity, and stand up to help. Mia was far more reluctant, with her fears of losing people, and (at the time) still in the belief that Vigilantes weren’t the heroes Felicity claimed them to be. Despite taking more convincing, the hero blood runs strong in her veins, and we went from the ‘I don’t want this life, heroes are bad’ mentality to “Let’s go save the City” in no time.
On the flip side, we see the future state of Star City, and way people have been affected in future shows Oliver to have left behind more than one type of legacy, not all good. Was he right in his choices to save the city/world? Of course! Or his way of going about doing it? Possibly not.
By the end of the episode we find ourselves with the ultimate OTA legacy. An FTA comprising of the same skillsets as OTA; Mia as leader (no doubt) and skilled fighter, William running the tech and the brains of the operation, and Connor with the tactical experience, government ties, and all the Diggle Yoda-wisdom.
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And that’s that, sorry this was another whopper….
Thank you to the beautiful gif-makers, as always! You guys put the sparkle in my ruby slippers 💗💗
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Chapter 17 _ El Vestido
Thanksgiving came and went. The girls spent the holiday with Valentina’s family and Juliana was able to learn more about the family she had so easily been adopted and welcomed into.
It was now the 1st of December. Valentina’s gallery debut was set for this evening. She had invited the photo department heads and professors as well as her close friends and family. She had been nervous for tonight but Juliana made sure to reassure her every day leading up to show. It was a major event that Valentina was grateful for and very excited about.
Juliana helped Valentina brainstorm the way she would present her images. She didn’t want to only display them on a matted frame. She decided on a much more alternative route. Valentina decided to print her images onto mirrors and have them reflect onto the ground with lights creating a new image, different from the one on the mirror. She played with the shadows and it was true work of art.
As 5 pm came around people began to trickle into the gallery. Valentina had arrived early that day to prep with the owner and make sure everything looked and felt the way she had intended. Juliana had to work but Renata decided to close the Sacramento locations early in order for the both of them to attend the gallery show on time and be there for Valentina’s speech.
Juliana had designed a special dress for this special occasion. She wanted everything to be perfect for Valentina on such an important day in her career. This was the beginning of a new chapter for the girl of her dreams and she couldn’t be more proud.
Valentina felt her palms sweat as she paced in the back room before her speech. Juliana had yet to arrive and that made Valentina a bit nervous, she needed her there.
About 5 minutes later Juliana showed up in a beautiful black dress that looked very classy. She hugged Valentina from behind and kissed her cheek.
“How are you feeling, beautiful?” Juliana asked quietly leaning her head on Valentina’s shoulder.
Valentina let herself melt into Juliana’s touch as she closed her eyes. She hadn’t noticed how tense she was until she let her body relax at the mere scent of Juliana.
“I’m doing much better now. How are you?” Valentina said taking a deep breath as she leaned back into Juliana.
“You look very lovely and everything out there looks amazing. You did a really great job. I’m so proud of you Val.” Juliana said playing with the ends of Valentina’s long hair.
Valentina opened her eyes as she began to turn around. She smiled before leaning into Juliana for a soft kiss. When she pulled away she took in Juliana’s entire appearance and her mouth slightly opened in admiration of the beauty in front of her.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Juliana giggled turning a bit red under Valentina’s gaze.
Valentina let out a slight giggle while covering her face with both hands as she shook her head from side to side.
When she finally made eye contact with Juliana she smiled as she spoke, “How do you want me to look at you? Have you seen yourself? You are so beautiful. Is this what you’ve been hiding from me?”
Juliana had been caught so she simply nodded before responding. “Yeah, I wanted everything to be perfect for you today and I thought a new dress for the occasion would be a good idea.”
“Yeah a great idea… to distract me. God, woman, you are breathtaking. I am the luckiest girl on the planet… wow.” Valentina stated in awe.
Juliana only blushed. She never knew how to react or respond when Valentina complimented her, it wasn’t something she was used it.
“Five minutes Vale!” Guille yelled into the room and smirked when he noticed how red Juliana was and the way his sister was looking at her. “Am I interrupting something?”
Valentina didn’t even bother to look in the direction of the door where her brother stood. “Guillermo, leave. I’ll be there in a second. Thank you.”
Guille simply laughed as he gave the girls a final look before walking out and closing the door.
Once the door closed Valentina gently grabbed Juliana’s face, still holding eye contact. “We will continue this later.”
Juliana simply nodded in agreement before being pulled in for a quick but passionate kiss.
The rest of the evening went by in a flash. Valentina’s speech was very heartfelt and beautiful. Throughout the night she was greeted and congratulated by many people. She didn’t get much time with Juliana due to the fact everyone wanted to talk with the star of the night. Juliana spent most of evening watching Valentina interact with ease being very proud of her girlfriend from afar.
She was standing in front of one of Valentina’s pieces admiring her girlfriend’s work when Eva came up and stood next to her.
“You clean up nicely.” Eva said dryly.
Juliana took a deep breath preparing herself for whatever her girlfriend’s sister had to say, “Hola Eva, is there something you need?”
Eva smirked deciding that attacking Juliana would be fun tonight.
“Why are you still here? Haven’t you had your fun with my sister? She’s so out of your league and you’re a nobody. How long do you think this little game is gonna last? She’s gonna get tired of you and throw you out like the trailer trash that you are.” Eva said taking a sip from her drink.
Juliana turned to look at Eva, not angry but feeling sorry for her.
“Why are you like this Eva? Valentina also lost her mom but she’s not angry at the entire world. She’s genuine and loves with her entire soul. Your sister, the woman that I love, is the most amazing, loving, and caring person I’ve ever been blessed enough to meet. I don’t know what you think you’re doing by talking to me like that, but it’s not gonna work. I love your sister and as long as she wants me in her life and by her side, I’ll be here. I’m not here for your family’s money. I’m here because that girl you see over there, looking at us, is the most important person in my life and I don’t plan on going anywhere.” Juliana said glancing at Valentina every now and then with a smile and a look of pure love, not allowing Eva to bully her out of this relationship.
Seeing her plan not work or unfold how she expected, Eva rolled her eyes and walked away without a word, downing her drink.
Once Eva left, Juliana walked out of the gallery and sat on the steps of the cathedral to get some air. She knew she did feel a certain type of way at Eva’s comments but she would never allow Eva or anyone to see her break or seem affected. She was never one for conflict and she would definitely not start tonight on Valentina’s big night.
“Hey, que haces aqui afuera? I saw you talking to Eva, everything okay?” Valentina asked standing right in front of the girl who had her head down lost in thought.
Hearing Valentina’s voice led Juliana to look up and smile a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Everything is fine baby, go back inside, it’s your big night. I just needed to get some air, but I’m okay.” Juliana said grabbing Valentina’s hand and playing with her fingers.
Valentina knew Juliana was not okay and was not willing to leave her like this so she sat to the girl’s left as they looked ahead towards the gallery.
After a few minutes Valentina finally spoke, “I don’t know what she told you but I know you’re not okay and I’m not okay with you lying to me. We’re always honest with each other about everything and I’m not about to let that change now. The gallery… it’s up, I spoke. I would much rather be out here with you than in there without you. You kept me calm, I was freaking out before you arrived and as soon as your scent hit me I instantly relaxed. I don’t know if you know this but I love you and I need you in my life, for every part of it. I don’t want to ever lose you. I would give up the world for you, I need you to know that. Eva, she can be a bitch sometimes but I love you and I will not let her come between us.” Valentina was playing with Juliana’s hair as the shorter girl looked out towards the gallery still not wanting to make eye contact.
As Valentina finished, Juliana turned to look at her. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t find the right words, so she simply leaned against Valentina’s shoulder as Valentina wrapped her arms around her, hugging the girl. Juliana found it so easy to be comfortable and vulnerable in front of Valentina that she simply allowed all her walls to come down in her presence. They stayed in that position for a while until Valentina asked if Juliana wanted to get out of there, to which Juliana agreed.
The girls said their goodbyes to Valentina’s family and the gallery owner. They grabbed their belongings and made their way to the car. The entire car ride Valentina was playing with Juliana’s right hand tracing infinity signs across her palm as the other girl drove in a comfortable silence for the 3 minutes it took from the parking garage to the loft they were staying in.
Once inside the elevator Juliana turned to look at Valentina. She gave Valentina’s hand a squeeze before letting it go and deciding to plant a kiss on Valentina holding her by the waist.
The kiss was quick but full of emotions. Valentina grabbed Juliana’s hand once more as they approached the penthouse floor punching in the code to their loft door and dragging the other girl inside.
Valentina closed the door behind them and pinned Juliana against the door with her hands on either side of Juliana’s head smirking before saying, “What are you doing to me? First that gorgeous dress that I still cannot get over. Now that kiss in the elevator. You’re driving me crazy Juls.”
Juliana leaned close enough that their lips were mere centimeters from each other. Without breaking eye contact she whispered seductively, “I only made this dress so you could take it off.” She bit her lip leaving Valentina speechless, giving her a chance to duck under Valentina’s arm and walk away with a satisfied smirk.
Juliana went to the kitchen and served herself some orange juice. She was halfway done with her juice when Valentina stood in front of her. She set her glass down and Valentina instantly took ahold of her cheeks as she leaned in to kiss her.
This kiss was very similar to the one in Juliana’s car a few weeks ago. The only difference was that things were advancing quickly in a direction Juliana had never gone. Juliana took Valentina’s jacket off as Valentina began walking them to the room they had chosen.
Once inside the room the girls pulled away and leaned their foreheads against each other. Valentina’s eyes were dilated and she was more than ready but as always she made sure Juliana was comfortable asking her if she was sure that this was what she wanted or if she wanted them to stop.
“Sí, estoy segura. I don’t want us to stop.” Juliana said leaning in to kiss Valentina once again kissing away any worry from Valentina’s mind.
They both wanted this and neither wanted to hold back anymore.
“Okay.” Valentina whispered against Juliana’s lips as she began to turn Juliana around in order to unzip her dress.
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After a night full of passion and both girls experiencing things neither had ever felt before they lay staring up towards the ceiling trying to process everything that had transpired.
Letting out a giggle Valentina turned her entire body towards Juliana. “You made that dress knowing this was gonna happen tonight?”
Letting out a laugh Juliana explained. “Not exactly… but when I saw the way you looked at me at the gallery I was more than sure this was what I wanted.” She said covering herself up more with the sheets trying to hide the redness in her cheeks.
“How can you be this cute after being so damn sexy and a total seductress completely blowing my mind not even five minutes ago!” Valentina said laughing.
The girls began to laugh recalling the previous hours. After a while they cuddled into each other and drifted off to sleep.
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Mercer @ EDC Orlando 2018 (Part 1 of 2)
Hey everyone! Yes, I am in fact still alive! A lot has been happening to the guy behind The Big Gay Lion, and a lot has happened in the past few weeks for me as well! But before I say too much, I've a need to split this post! You're reading the first half now, but make sure you check out the second half when you're done. Don't worry, I'll remind you! Both parts in one post can be found right here, if you'd prefer that instead! So, perhaps the most relevant news for the moment is the EDC Orlando 2019 lineup announcement that came last week on Night Owl Radio, and then the promotional imagery that confirmed the names we all knew from the broadcast. Just in case I just happen to be the only line of news you have into the EDC world (I’m honored, by the way!), here’s that flyer below:
You may remember how jazzed I was with the 2018 lineup, as it was the best I had ever seen for our area’s event... this one, however, outdoes even that strong showing. It always surprises me when artists make back-to-back appearances in Orlando, but it looks like we’ll be graced with the likes of Alison Wonderland, ADIN, Dombresky, Kaskade, and more... and no, Fury + MC Dino don’t count haha! But, doesn’t this read like a “Best Of” for previous years? Orlando hasn’t seen Afrojack in forever, since 2012! Steve Aoki, Arty, and 3lau haven’t been around since 2014, and DJ Snake hasn’t been here since right after his car accident with Mercer in 2015 (remember that?)! I’m also quite surprised that Deadmau5 is making an appearance, after all that heat he generated a few years ago with Pasquale. I kinda figured REZZ was going to be what put Mau5trap back on Insomniac’s good graces. I’ll let the big cat out of the big bag and give you some clues as to what I hope to post about in the future, and say that I was really hoping to get another shot at seeing Above & Beyond perform, and if I’m in the same mood as I’ve been these past few months, they’re going to be a must-see for me! Also, I am SUPER excited to get the chance to see Charlotte de Witte, Da Tweekaz, and Nora En Pure, all for the first time! I’m also eager to see Eric Prydz, Party Favor, Timmy Trumpet yet again (whoops, uh... spoilers!). Finally, I’ve heard great things about EDX and Fisher from the guy behind The Big Gay Lion, so I’d like to be able to see them for myself! I’ll be crossing everything I can from now until November that the set times don’t cause a large number of conflicts for me, but with one additional fixed venue / stage this year, that means one more opportunity for a schedule conflict... not to mention the unannounced boomboxARTCAR artists that Pasquale mentioned in his broadcast! It’s a good problem to have, don’t get me wrong!
And before we get into this, the life of the guy behind The Big Gay Lion has gotten busier than it has been in the past, and I can’t promise I’ll be able to do weekly #TBT’s like I used to... but, the life of the guy behind The Big Gay Lion has made some things happen recently, and that’s going to mean some exciting stuff is on the way for me as a result! Nothing to talk about yet, but I need to get going on sharing my life before any more life happens! Is that cryptic enough for you? Haha. Now, how’s about we start out my grand revival of #ThrowbackThursday with my favorite set from 2018? It’s time for Mercer!
Find this photo on Instagram | Find this photo on Facebook Photo by James Dechert, originally posted by Orlando Weekly So right when I got there and took my position in a conservative location within circuitGROUNDS, I noticed that some Insomniac videographers were nearby. I figure I’d make myself not look busy in case they decided to put me in the 2018 trailer haha. They did not approach me (but the cameraman could not stop staring!), but I did get approached by a random photographer. As it turns out, I was feeling exceptionally good that day! I was able to get ready in record time, and it resulted in me arriving at the festival earlier than I had ever arrived before! I was very much looking forward to this set, and then... this photographer rolls up. I didn’t have to adjust much to get ready for him to snap a pic, and when he walked away quietly, I just knew... I KNEW, “that was the one”. That was the pic I was going to love the most from 2018... and just LOOK AT ME! I look SO GOOD! Yes, you can see how my necklace stretched out a bit on that one delicate spot between the “H” and the “@”, but my new hair is so much easier to dance with, that I went pretty hard on Day 1! Don’t worry, it’ll be in tip top shape for Day 1 of 2019! This pic shows everything, though... hair’s looking right, you can see my Pulse ribbon (which I always forget to wear!), my nails are looking good... I am a very proud lion! 🏳️🌈🦁❤️ Okay, okay, now on with the good stuff!
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YouTube | Facebook | Instagram So, right after the surprise photo shoot (which is a commonplace for me, of course!), I returned my water bottle to it’s screw cap, and started feeling the groove. I knew what to expect with Mercer, and every minute was super fun! I never knew exactly what the second song in this video’s lyrics were. Apparently I was thinking too... narrowly, I suppose... to realize what the word before “control” was! Mercer - Studio 54 https://soundcloud.com/mercer/studio-54 Patrick Hagenaar - Boob Control https://soundcloud.com/patrickhagenaar/boob-control-original-mix
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YouTube | Facebook | Instagram Like I said, I knew what to anticipate from a Mercer set, and this song was probably the most anticipated one for me. I suppose it’s just the gay in me that loves ABBA! Charles J - Voulez Vous (Do You Want) https://soundcloud.com/charlesj/do-you-want-original-mix
Right! So, that's the end of part one. Make sure you check out the remaining bits in part two. If you're sick of this split post stuff, you can always try to view the full post here.
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The Way It Used to Be (Jerome Valeska)
Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Reader
Warnings: Violence, mentions of abuse, murder. (It’s basically a version of the scene with Jerome and his Uncle).
Request: Anonymous: Jerome request where once he gets out and goes to his uncles shop he meets up with her there too. (They we’re together during his mother’s death) first time seeing him again and she is conflicted on her feelings but Jerome swoons her again and takes her with him?? First person if you dont mind.
Word Count: 2770
Author’s Note: I’m not sure I’m proud of how this turned out, but let me know what you think and if you want a part two! :)
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Despite what many may believe, growing up with the circus did have its perks. The kids always got some of the leftover popcorn and cotton candy from that night’s show, you were able to travel across the United States many times, and you also were surrounded by family. But, the best thing about Haly’s Circus in particular was a certain ginger boy.
Growing up, I was best friends with the Valeska twins, Jerome and Jeremiah. We were inseparable from our days in diapers up until the when Jeremiah left. Which just left Jerome and I, and from the point on we were even closer than we had been before. I still remember the shock of the news that Jeremiah and his uncle Zach had left the circus, and after that point things only went south for poor Jerome. Lila had always been crabby and had quite a lot of one night stands in the past, but after Jeremiah leaving she became a “drunken whore,” as he described her.
The countless nights where Jerome would show up at my trailer at ungodly hours with some sort of new gash for me to clean and bandage were when everything began to change. One night after patching him up, I turned around to put something away, only to be met with his lips when I turned back as we both shared our first kiss with each other. We were sixteen then, and I thought that he would be not only my first love, but also my last. But that was only until everything changed two years later when we were eighteen.
“Jerome, what have you done?!” I exclaimed, as I saw him covered in blood, holding a hatchet over the lifeless body of his mother.
“I finally did it, (Y/N)! You’re the one whose kept telling me to not let that drunken whore keep doing what she does, and today I guess I just snapped!” He exclaimed and began to laugh maniacally, giving the corpse one last swing with his axe. Blood splattered, and I jumped back with a squeak, landing on shaky legs.
“Jerome, this is not what I meant! I thought we should run away or tell the cops, not commit murder!” I retorted shakily, slightly raising my voice and beginning to feel sick. I couldn’t take my eyes off of Lila’s dead body, and didn’t want to have to face looking into my boyfriend’s eyes knowing that they would not be the same ones of the boy I fell in love with. “What are we going to do?”
Lilah’s murder changed me, and after Jerome was arrested and sent to Arkham, I finally left the circus and decided to pursue a career. I graduated from Gotham University, and am now starting my job as a forensic coroner with the GCPD. And that’s where I’m now, as I’m slumped over my desk at around 10 p.m., hoping to finish my report on a hit and run victim brought in during the day. As I almost drift off to sleep, I decide that now is probably the perfect time for a coffee break, and exit my office only to be met with panic.
“What’s going on?” I asked as I rushed over to Jim, one of the good friends I have made in the few months since I got this job, hoping to find out what in the world could have happened to cause this kind of chaos.
“There’s been a breakout at Arkham Asylum, I’ll explain later.” He hurriedly spoke as he rushed over to Harvey and made his way out the door. I was still stood frozen in place, after my heart dropped and my voice was stuck in my throat. As I turn to head back to my office, a pile of three folders on his desk catch my eye. After taking a quick look to ensure that nobody was paying any attention to me, I look at the names printed on each; J. Crane, J. Tetch, and J. Valeska. I quickly grab Jerome’s file, and make my way back to my office where grab my coat and bag before exiting the station and begin the trek back to my apartment.
As I’m on my way home, I start to regret the idea of not only walking alone in the dark streets of Gotham, but on the same night of a prison break at the asylum my ex-boyfriend was being held at. As I mentally scold myself, I notice the dark figure of a man walking behind me. As I look at the surrounding buildings to see if there was anywhere safe to stay at least until this creep would give up when I notice Zach Trumple’s diner on my left. I quickly make my way up the steps and burst through the door, almost running into the two officers who I hadn’t bothered to learn the names of.
As I make my way into the diner, I give Zach a half-hearted smile and go sit at my usual corner booth. After I left the circus, I started to keep in touch with him and Jeremiah, mostly out of loneliness and feeling extremely homesick. Even if he is an abusive asshole to his nephew and even a jerk to me sometimes, knowing as many people as possible in Gotham is important. As I reach into my bag to grab my phone, my hand brushes the file I stole, no, borrowed, from work. As I contemplate taking it out to read before my train of thought is cut off by a raspy voice.
“Geez, there’s a lot of gum under here!” I freeze, and my head shoots up to see a tuft of red hair climbing his way out from underneath the same table as Zach with a gun in hand. Thankfully, his back was facing towards me so he was unaware of my presence, but it wouldn’t stay that way for long. I look over at the door, and my mind begins to race trying to figure out if I’d make it fast enough to avoid being noticed or at least recognized by Jerome, or if I should just hide under the table. I decide to go with the first option, and make a run for it.
As the two men continue their conversation, which has now changed topics from gum to soup, I carefully grab my bag and exit my booth and attempt to silently make my way over to the door. As I reach to grab the handle, so close to making it out, I freeze at the sound of Zach’s voice.
“Leaving so soon, (Y/N)?” He questions, and Jerome’s head whips around at the mention of my name. Our eyes meet for the first time in four years and suddenly I’m that sixteen-year-old girl again head over heels for the guy in front of her, in the eyes that she can not help but get lost in. I’d managed to stay away from him during the events with Theo Galavan and after he’d been resurrected, because despite everything that he’s done, I know somewhere deep inside I still love him. Heck, a part of me will always love him, but another part is petrified of the boy who stood over his mother’s dead body, covered in blood, hatchet in hand, laughing.
“Why don’t you come sit with us and have some soup.” Zach offered, being fully aware of my terror and ignoring the fact that I was literally trying to get as far away from Jerome as possible. But on wobbly legs, I swallowed my fear and made my way over to the booth, sliding into sit next to the ginger, who by the way, was still holding a gun. While I was expecting some sort of sarcastic or flirty comment from Jerome, maybe even some sort of creepy gesture or wink, he did neither. He sat there, and just stared at me with puppy dog eyes, a slight smile on his face mostly due to the scarring on each side of his mouth.
“Hey.” I managed to squeak, remembering my manners and hoping that this would all be over with as soon as possible. Not because I was miserable, but because I fear that with time I will decide to stay by his side and develop feelings for him once more.
“Hi.” Jerome simply replied before letting out a giggle, and continued on with his conversation with his uncle. He proceeded to dip his finger into each of the three bowls of soup, commenting that the first was too hot, the second was too cold and the last was just right. Just like in my favourite fairytale we used to read when we were kids, Goldilocks and the Three Bears. He told the story about the day Zach dipped his hand in a pot of boiling chicken stock after he’d caught him trying to steal a snickerdoodle (a day I actually can recall quite clearly), and I zoned out on the conversation as my eyes were fixated on the “too hot” bowl of soup.
All of a sudden, I was ripped back into reality as I was yanked out of the booth and thrown onto the floor, and I look up to see Jerome pulling his gun out and pointing it at one of the strongmen from Haly’s Circus who quickly knocked it out of his hand and ripped him out of the booth as well. He had him against the counter in a chokehold, as Zach got up laughing carrying a bowl of soup to the microwave as I tried to get up to help Jerome. As I managed to get up off the ground, someone else came and grabbed me who I recognized to be another one of the strongmen and put my hands behind my back and pushed me against the counter, so I was forced to watch what was happening before me.
As the microwave’s timer went of, Zach grabbed the bowl of now boiling hot soup and made his way around the counter to his nephew who was struggling and attempting to get away but to no prevail. Zach then proceeded to pour the scorching hot soup into Jerome’s mouth and tell him how his mother should’ve killed him as he struggled and choked in agony.
“Stop it! Why are you doing this?!” I shrieked in protest at the horrific scene taking place in front of me as I struggled against my captor’s hold. I was so distracted that I didn’t even notice the bell ring signalling someone new had entered the diner.
“What the hell are you doing?” I hear a new voice ask, as I turn my head and see that none other that Bruce Wayne had showed up.
“Get out of here kid!” Zach replied, as Jerome was still coughing and struggling behind him.
“No.” Bruce stood his ground, and I finally stopped struggling and paid attention to the scene before me.
“Look, kid, I appreciate a concerned citizen and all but this is Jerome Valeska, the psycho who broke out of Arkham tonight. What we’re doing is giving him what he deserves!”
“No one deserves that.”
“You tell ‘em!” Jerome finally butted in, still gurgling and choking as the strongman tightened the hold on his throat.
“Stop!” Bruce tried to reason. “Call the police, and they’ll come for him.”
“Oh jeez, let them go.” Zach finally gave up, as the strongmen removed their holds on Jerome and I and we both fell to the floor at the same time. While on the floor, Jerome and I made eye contact, and despite the pain he was just in, he sent a cheeky wink that even at a time like this was able to make my heart flutter. Looking up, both of the strongmen were now fighting with the young billionaire. I got to my feet and grabbed the knife from the counter in case I ended up having to defend myself, and turn back to see Jerome holding his gun underneath hin uncle’s chin.
“It’s too bad we’re all out of soup, let’s see what else is on the menu.” Jerome said, and gestured for me to grab the bottle of bleach from the floor, which I did, surprising myself. “Here comes the airplane!” Jerome continued as Zach started begging ang agreed to tell Jerome what he’d apparently come to find out. After writing it down, Jerome grabbed me by the arm and stuffed the name in his pocket.
“Thanks! It’s been great catching up Uncle Zach, you really brought back the utter hopelessness of childhood. See you around!” Jerome commented as he began to walk away, dragging me by the arm behind him, before he stopped and turned to face him again. “Oh wait, except the opposite.” He added as he shot him in the head and released his hold on me to begin clapping.
“Boy billionaire Bruce Wayne, my saviour! Wow, I did not see that one coming.” He paused for a moment to cough and look back at the body of his uncle. “You know, the beatings with Uncle Zach just never stopped. They went on and on, and, nobody ever helped me… Ever. It really makes a man wonder… What the hell is wrong with you?!”
He burst into a fit of laughter despite the serious tone for most of what he just said, returning to the classic carefree Jerome persona before continuing. “You know what I find funnier than you saving my life? Would be if I saved yours.” He commented raising his gun at the strongman.
“No!” Bruce and I exclaimed at the same time, giving Jerome a sharp look as the gun in his hand was suddenly ripped away for the second time tonight, this time by Selina Kyle’s whip. Jerome gave a quick glance back before grabbing me by the shoulders and diving towards the door and running out of the diner.
“So doll, how’ve ya been?” He questioned when we finally stopped running, catching our breathes in an alley between an Italian restaurant and a convenience store.
“Really? Is that really all you have to say to me?!” I fired, shocked that there was no apology, explanation or even begging for me to take him back. Jerome was acting more like the Jerome you knew before everything went wrong then the one one who was sent off to Arkham.
“Why so serious? I thought you’d be excited to see me! You know, the boyfriend you haven’t seen in three years.” He replied, lazily draping an arm around my shoulders.
“Ex-boyfriend.” I corrected him, wiggling out of his hold. “And the reason I haven’t seen you is because you’ve either been locked in Arkham, wreaking havoc or dead!”
Jerome raises his eyebrows and puts a gloved hand on his chest, feigning shock. “What do you mean, ex-boyfriend? When’d that happen?!” He asked.
“It happened the day you were sent to Arkham. Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s late and I need to get home.” I attempted to excuse myself, hoping to get out of this situation as soon as possible because the longer I spend with him, the less I want to leave. I turn on my heel to exit the alley, but I don’t get far before I am pinned against the brick wall by Jerome. His hands are planted on either side of my head preventing my escape, and I refuse to make eye contact.
“Look at me, (Y/N).” He says, my name rolling off his tongue just like it used to. When our eyes lock, I know I’m done for, and he realizes it too. As I open my mouth to speak, I’m unable to as his lips are suddenly on mine in a searing kiss. I hesitate at first, my brain conflicted, but I finally melt into it and wrap my arms around his neck and his leave the wall to snake around my waist. At this moment, I decide that I don’t care what he does or who he kills anymore, because now that we’re together again, I realize that a part of me had been missing this whole time.
“I missed you.” I tell him with a small smile when we break apart for air, both still enjoying the other’s embrace.
“Me too, gorgeous.” He replies, as he pulls me into his chest and rests his chin atop my head, and I can’t help but think to myself that things are finally back to the way they should be.
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Back home from the KBF/FLW event on Lake Oauchita….working on a formal recap, but this is my personal “I always dreamed of being here, there goes Hank Parker, this was AWESOME (except for only finishing 24th – but it was out of 72 anglers)” post. To be honest, I don’t want to spend time talking about the fishing; though it is a beautiful lake, it was tough….I would rather just talk about the experience…from my viewpoint…from the perspective of a guy who believes in the kayak community, that this community does exist, and is real and full of great folks who care about each other; that KBF, Hobie and the hundreds of local kayak groups are all a part of…one family with a passion for being in plastic boats (I always hear Scott Beutjer’s voice when I say or type plastic boats!) – fishing, paddling, pedaling, motoring or just floating.
Let me get this out of the way first….
I made the biggest fan errors of my life at one of the biggest events of my life! The backstory…my favorite bait for bass fishing (that isn’t a top water bait) is the spinner bait. Not just any spinner bait…the Mann’s Classic spinnerbait marketed with Hank Parker’s name on it back in the day. There was a show I watched that showed Hank talking about the St. James River, and his technique, that had me buy one…and keeps me buying them (when I can find them!) when I lose ‘em….and got me 7th in the 2018 KBF National Championship…
…and here he was, walking past me while I was not only attending, but being a part of an FLW event (a dream!)…and I chased him like some crazed stalker, introduced myself…talked about his time in Hobie’s….then said thank you for the time and walked away…without a picture!!!! I had finally met one of the biggest influencers of my fishing, in my (limited) success as an angler…and I didn’t take a picture! I had 2000 dollars or more in cameras and lenses hanging around my body, a cell phone….and not a picture!!!! Fail! I did capture a pic (or fifty) of him on stage.
So…back to the KBF/FLW event….we made it to Arkansas barely in time for the dinner with DeeZee, YakAttack and the folks from FLW. Joy and I had just met Arlie Minton’s wife Crystal (I already knew Arlie), Darrell Cornelius and his wife Tanya, Jim Davis (fellow Tennessee dude whom I also knew), George Nemeth….and we talked as if we were life-long friends. While none of us were strangers…we were all already Facebook kinda friends, not all real friends, the “I know you? I think we are friends on Facebook” who share a common interest friends….I sat there thinking this is the kind of folks that kayak tournament fishing attracts. Good folks who enjoy sharing time with fellow humans, and while kayaking broke the ice, it was not long before we discussed occupations and families. Joking and laughing with and about each other, we formed new bonds (now real friends as far as I am concerned!) that will be among my most cherished memories when I cannot pedal out any longer.
Darrell Cornelius and his wife Tanya talking with some of the KBF anglers
During the line to get our food, you could hear people talking and laughing…we were about to fish for a lot of money (a lot of recognition), but you didn’t hear any of that in the conversations. There was a bit of pre-fishing talk, but for the most part it was old and new friends enjoying each other…strengthening the connections that pull this community together and make it strong.
The days I spent on the water, the area I chose was shared with George Nemeth. We talked about what was and wasn’t working for us, where we were from, what brought us to Arkansas…smiled together about how bad our day was going…thinking about it, those days make me miss the interactions if I go a couple of weeks without a tournament.
George Nemeth doing “something” for the camera
Bogdan Korostetskyi winner of the first FLW tournament was posing
it was truly a family event…Mike Eady brought his own fan club!
wish Dishrag had been here!
Awesome…..
Joy and Crystal…waiting on us to get done with check-in
When Henry Veggian talked on the biggest stage of anyone’s fishing career after landing in 7th place…he thanked the folks at Albright’s Sunshine Store and Cafe. I mean, the biggest event and he recognized a local place that had become a part of Dwayne Walley, Cory Dreyer, Shelly Efird, George Nemeth and his own stories during their time in Arkansas. They had all been sharing a house together and found a local place that adopted them; and they appreciated each other. Other than announcing Clint Henderson as the champion…and the two Arkansas guys Garret Morgan (3rd place) and Dwain Batey (2nd place)…and this were still very close in comparison…no other words elicited the response that Henry’s words did – the crowd cheered like the café had won….the next time I am in the area, rest assured that I will be finding the Sunshine Store and Cafe in Arkansas!
I bring this up because it too reminds me about the spirit of this group. It reminds me that I am a part of something bigger than us all…again, whether you believe it or not….this community, this willingness to share the stage with people who just in passing touch your life…I am all in for life! When you hear what else Henry was willing to share on tournament day (read official recap coming soon); you will truly feel the soul of this group…I love it!!!
Well, need to work on the official recap. I just wanted to say how proud I am to have been a part of this KBF/FLW/DeeZee/YakAttack/TourneyX event on Lake Ouachita. Say what you will about Chad Hoover, KBF, the Hobie BOS and AJ Mcwhorter…me, my mama…my daddy… (not Joy, dishrag or sis; we might just throw down)…..this was an excellent event…this is an excellent group of folks…and I am grateful and so blessed to be part of all that the community is and has to offer.
peace
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Want to give a personal shout out to the folks at the Rose Retreat, the place where Joy and I stayed in Hot Springs Arkansas. They have built a little space close to town (walking distance) with several little cottages – ours was the Monet’s Cottage. It isn’t the kind of place you would take a group of guys to spend a week fishing, but it was a great place for Joy to spend the day knitting and reading while I was on the lake. Cindy and Jim didn’t realize I was bringing a trailered kayak with me, but even with limited parking for all of the other guests, still found a way to make it work for us. Each and every day, we talked about fishing and they always asked how I had done on the lake. If you go back to the area and need a clean, quiet and well-appointed space for the trip….check them out on Evolve. And don’t miss the tiny Elvis gnome….or the pirate out front…quirky cool kinda place!
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Hank Parker…no pic…you kidding me! Back home from the KBF/FLW event on Lake Oauchita….working on a formal recap, but this is my personal “I always dreamed of being here, there goes…
#FLW#Hank Parker#Hobie#Hot Springs#Kayak#KBF#Lake Ouachita#Mann&039;s Classic#Paw Patrol#Sunshine Store and Cafe
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Biscuit Talks About E3 2019
With E3 2019 come and gone, I wanted to talk about the stuff that got me excited from this year’s E3 talking about what we can expect this year and next year.
This year surprisingly is pretty bare bones, at least for me personally. There’s only a few games for 2018 that I’m like 100% looking forward to. With that, let’s talk about the games from E3 2019 that caught my attention:
Cadence of Hyrule: This game came out during E3 week and although I don’t have it yet, I will be getting this game soon. This is perhaps the one game that has my overall general curiosity. A Zelda game fused as a rhythm game, at least that's what it looks like with some of the gameplay I’ve seen from it. Also it’s Nintendo giving the Zelda IP to an indie company, which is something that I do want to support as maybe this will have companies give other indie studios a chance at their IP to see what can happen.
Animal Crossing: I will admit, I am not a big fan of Animal Crossing, but I’m excited because the fans are excited and I’m also proud of Nintendo for delaying this game to focus on the health of the developers, rather than try to push their employees to meet demand. This should be further encouraged for other developers. As for the stock holders reacting negatively to this, fuck you guys, you’re part of the problem!
Fire Emblem Three Houses: Fire Emblem for Switch, all I need and from how they expanded on how armies look like armies, it’s kind of cool.
Breath of the Wild 2: Did not see that coming. Here’s looking at you 2022.
Smash DLC Fighters: “OH MY GOD, THEY DID IT, BANJO IN SMASH, BANJO IS GOING TO BE IN SMASH.” Was exactly what I did in my office as I was watching Nintendo’s E3 direct...yeah.
Pokemon Sword and Shield: I don’t know guys, I’m just not feeling this one. Maybe because Sun and Moon burned me pretty badly.
Watch Dogs Legion: I can play as an old lady. That sounds like an interesting concept, but will probably be under utilized like a lot of other cool sounding ideas Ubisoft does. Don’t get me wrong, Ubisoft makes solid games and they have some really good ideas, but sometimes they tend to undershoot things that have great potential.
Ubisoft conference: LOOK AT ALL THE TOM CLANCY GAMES! Oh, here’s some updates to all our live services games as well and a TV show! Look a puppy!
EA Conference: Huh, that Star Wars game actually looks cool.
Cyberpunk 2077: “Oh yeah, new trailer - HOLY SHIT KEANU REEVES! IT’S FUCKING KEANU REEVES. KEANU REEVES IN CYBERPUNK.” Which is exactly what the internet did for 3 whole days.
12 Minutes: A game about a man trapped in a time loop, that was all I needed to be sold on this game. I am a sucker for stories that involve time travel in some form. Traveling to the future, traveling to the past, getting stuck in time loops. I guess it’s just the idea of a person learning about events or experiencing things from another era first hand is what attracts me to these stories.
Gears 5: My wife: Is that Billie Ellish playing?
Me: Huh, sure is. Looks like Gears 5 is going back to being dark and creepy. Nice.
Halo Infinite: Again, not really feeling this one, Halo 4 and Halo 5 have just been weird. Halo 4 had an excellent campaign but not so great multiplayer. Halo 5 has a terrible campaign and some pretty good multiplayer. Who knows, third times a charm afterall.
Bethesda: I felt bad that they turned my wife’s childhood game series into a mobile game. Also, the internet proceeded to adopt Ghostwire Tokyo’s Creative Director Ikumi Nakamura.
Final Fantasy 7 Remake: That looks pretty cool actually. Still disappointed that Square is chopping it up into a multi-part game, but it looks awesome. I’m impressed.
Avengers: Everybody looks...off. Gameplay looks fun though.
Final Fantasy 8 Remaster: HOLY FUCK, SQUARE DID WHAT!?!?! Out of all the games I’m looking forward to the most for 2019, it’s this one!
Kingdom Hearts III DLC: ...why?! I get it, basically bringing Final Mix to Kingdom Hearts III, but WHY?! Usually Final Mix adds stuff to expand the story. This DLC looks like it’s putting in story elements that should have been in the game already! Like with Final Fantasy XV. Also this DLC will supposedly have Final Fantasy characters. Something that should have been in the main release already, not sold to us as DLC!
Also, is it just me or does 2020, especially the first four months of 2020, look to be a really busy time for video games. Like seriously devs and companies, why did you all do this? Spread it out through 2020, don’t jam pack it all in the same time frame. I get it, next gen is coming and is starting at the end of 2020, but really, there’s too many games in these first few months. Let’s have some delays or something!
That was just the announcements made around E3, there’s no telling what Sony has planned for 2020 or even this year. Last of Us II already has a rumored release window of February 2020, which again is competing in an already heavy 2020 timeframe. I seriously hope that some of these titles do get delayed as it could be a really tough time for heavy hitting titles competing against one another.
#E3 2019#E3 2019 Review#video game review#game review#Zelda#Final Fantasy#cyberpunk 2077#Smash#gaming review#video games#gaming#biscuit reviews
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