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makeste · 4 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 303: And What, Pray Tell, Is a “One For All”

Previously on BnHA: The Todorokis (really just Enji) looked at their children and went “how can we screw up all four of them in uniquely different ways” and proceeded to do just that. Touya was all “just because practicing how to set myself on fire better hasn’t worked to win my dad’s affections YET doesn’t mean it will NEVER work”, because child logic. Turns out setting oneself on fire real hard isn’t so effective at winning affections, but is actually incredibly effective when it comes to burning oneself to death, so there’s that. Back in the present day, the Todorokis basked in their various misplaced (again, except for Enji) feelings of guilt, and were all “anyway but get over yourself already Enji, you still have to do something to stop this kid”, and Shouto was all “I’ll help too”, and Enji was all “(╥_╥)”, and Hawks and Jeanist were all “[surreptitiously listening in from outside the door]”, and that’s basically where we left off.

Today on BnHA: Hawks and Jeanist are all “mind if we join you on this family journey?” and proceed to stroll in uninvited with their puns and their perceptive insights. Hawks is all “so to sum everything up, we’re fucked, but at least you have us here to help you out! by the way, no clue why I’m the first person to ask this in three hundred chapters, but wtf is One For All.” We then cut to Deku, who’s still all “[(－－)]z”, and All Might, who is all “I’m just going to ignore the extremely loud racket going on right outside this room.” Which, btw, is happening on account of Bakugou, who is all “(╬◣Д◢)” as Satou, Tsuyu, and Mineta cart him away. Anyway so that’s a lot of antics, and also it looks like Hawks has gotten tired of the Todorokis refusing to put the pieces together on their own about OFA and so he is fast-tracking that shit. And meanwhile Deku is chatting it up with the Vestiges exactly like we all thought. And now we have to wait another whole week for updates on all of this. This really is not fair.

omfg lol

“our bad, we were kind of accidentally listening in on purpose.” like I said last week guys, no fuss. it’s a tradition

OMG

I am absolutely fucking floored. Hawks literally said that so casually that it’s impossible for me to rewrite it so as to be even more casual. that’s literally what I would write in the “today on bnha” section. in fact I probably will write that

(ETA: just for laughs I tried it and it really worked.)

a couple more things to point out about this panel:

“TOP 3” omg yes. more like “top only” at this point, honestly. interested to see how that goes

Hawks’s phone is freaking the fuck out about something, calm down there

I know this is a standard Jeanist hair-fixing gesture that he does all the time, but I can’t help but form hypotheses about this being a stress reaction because Hawks’s hair is making him internally freak out. Hawks, if this man tries to get you alone with him and some hairspray and a comb, please for the love of god do not listen to him. get out of there and call the authorities

omg Shouto’s face

okay confession, I wasn’t really sold on the whole “Shouto has a schoolboy crush on Hawks” thing until exactly now, when I became 100% sold on it. that is adorable

and heck with it, gotta show Enji and Rei’s reactions here as well because lol

“omg my son who’s not my son, and he just overheard everything about me being a terrible shitty father and person overall, oh and plus my actual-son set him on fire and called him out on a national broadcast. I’m just gonna stare at him baffledly.” versus Rei, who is all “hmm, who are these people”

so Hawks is all “I got released from the hospital after one day for some reason so I made Jeanist drive me around places while we talked about life” but uh, heyyyyy, what’s Rei doing

okay, uh

SO FUCKING FORMAL OMFG. “SORRY MY KID TRIED TO BURN YOU TO DEATH, APPARENTLY HE DOES THAT” REI NO IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT

HAWKS IS ALL “I’M JUST GONNA LAUGH SINCE THAT’S MY DEFAULT RESPONSE TO BEING PROFOUNDLY UNCOMFORTABLE”

let me tell you a secret Hawks, it’s my default response too. ahahahahahahaha oh thank god Jeanist is helping her up -- AND MAKING A JEANS PUN, OF COURSE. IT’S BEEN ALMOST THIRTY SECONDS. MY MAN WAS DYING

“WTF IS ILLEGAL DENIM” he’s talking ‘bout them counterfeit jeans, Rei. Antoine Bugleboy knows

THANK YOU JEANIST!! OUT HERE ASKING THE RELEVANT QUESTIONS

damn straight. we’re not gonna sit around waiting another 300 chapters for this information on this man’s watch

now Hawks is telling Endeavor he used to watch videos of him all the time, and calling him his “childhood obsession” I can’t

OH MY SWEET STARS AND MOONS

1000% CANON. “SO CLOSE...” ARE YOU SERIOUS. YOU REALLY PUT THAT THOUGHT BUBBLE THERE AND EVERYTHING. “GOOD MORNING EVERYONE, SO JUST IN CASE YOU WEREN’T ALREADY AWARE, TODOROKI SHOUTO IS NOT ACTUALLY STRAIGHT.” HORIKOSHI KOUHEI I AM LITERALLY DUMBFOUNDED. THIS IS AMAZING

and meanwhile that look on Hawks’s face while he casually-but-not-really-casually-at-all asks this question. that phone app better be using his actual voice. I’m not sure I could take this scene in the anime at this point if it was like Alexa talking or something

that look in his eyes is basically saying that so far, based on the information he has absorbed up until this point, Hawks is prepared to view his former childhood obsession as a flawed but changed man. however I get the distinct feeling that depending on Endeavor’s answer now, he would be willing to drastically shift some of his opinions on him

(ETA: this is maybe my favorite panel in the entire chapter. the fact that his question isn’t addressed to anyone in particular, but his eyes are zeroing on on Endeavor. and the way his leaning-on-Shouto pose manages to be simultaneously nonchalant and yet ever-so-slightly protective. there’s so much going on in this one question and gesture and I’m mildly obsessed with it.)

however, Rei is all “that was me” and ONCE AGAIN WITH THE FACES IN THIS CHAPTER holy shit

Hawks definitely did not see that one coming sob. it’s so fun watching him frantically recalculate his ideas about this family every two seconds

DAMN IT HORIKOSHI I UNDERSTOOD THE PARALLELS ALREADY, YOU REALLY DIDN’T HAVE TO DO THIS

yes, Hawks, you get it. it’s not exactly the same, but it’s close enough. though unlike your shitty parents, Rei and Enji are at least trying

OKAY I SERIOUSLY CANNOT WITH ALL OF THIS

fljkdlaskfjlwkjl okay we’re doing the bullet-points breakdown here

first of all, the fact that poor little Shouto’s heart is still thumping away at this proximity and all he can think is “CLOSE” all intelligently as he stares at him with that face omg

and meanwhile Horikoshi has these STRATEGIC BANDAGES WRAPPED AROUND HIS CHEEKS TO HIDE ALL OF HIS SHOUJO BLUSHING omfg. SENPAI NOTICED YOU SWEETIE!!!

HAWKS YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY ZERO OBLIGATION TO WASTE ANOTHER SECOND OF YOUR LIFE WORRYING ABOUT THESE TWO ASSHOLES WHO NEVER SPARED YOU THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF REGARD OR CONCERN IN THEIR ENTIRE LIVES. THE NICEST THING YOUR MOM EVER DID FOR YOU WAS BUY YOU A $2 ENDEAVOR PLUSH FROM THE DISCOUNT BIN TO KEEP YOU QUIET, AND YOU WERE SO AWED BY THAT ONE ACT OF SORTA KINDA APPROXIMATE KINDNESS THAT YOU SHAPED YOUR ENTIRE WORLDVIEW AROUND IT. PLEASE LET ME PICK YOU UP IN A BIG HUG FOR JUST A SEC, YOU DESERVE THE WORLD AND YOU WERE ONE THOUSAND PERCENT JUSTIFIED IN LEAVING THEM IN THE DUST THE SECOND THAT YOU COULD

but all that said, he immediately recognizes that Shouto would also have had cause to do the same in his situation, and yet hasn’t. and so he has that much more admiration for him all of a sudden, which is just super sweet, and fully appropriate. Shouto does deserve props. I’m choosing to take this as an “it takes a lot of strength to be able to forgive, and people who choose to do that even though they’re not obligated to are really amazing" type of thing, as opposed to “people who don’t forgive other people who severely wronged them are bad.” and if I’m wrong and Hawks’s line here is meant to be seen as actual failing on his part, well then fuck that, but we’ll move on

SO NOW, DOWN TO BUSINESS!

I am so, so curious as to what kind of strategy Hawks has for this (if he even has any), so I’ll just be quiet now and read

so Hawks is summing up basically what we already knew -- that Tomura and his inner circle (curious that there’s no mention of AFO, because if Hawks doesn’t know about him, that implies almost no one does) are still on the lam with a few PLF stragglers and some High Ends; that a bunch of prisons have been “liberated” (I assume this means all of the inmates escaped, so if that’s the case then where’s Kurogiri??); that the HPSC is fucked; and that heroes are resigning all over the place, and so civilians are taking matters into their own hands

OH DAMN!?

does this mean we’ll actually see some international heroes?? I will LOSE MY DAMN SHIT omg

(ETA: apparently people who paid more attention to the first BnHA movie than I did recognized the silhouettes as belonging to some background characters from Two Heroes. so maybe they were just cameos and they’re not actually new characters who are soon to join us lol. oh well.)

anyway so Hawks agrees with the other Todorokis that Endeavor has no choice but to fight

awww

DON’T WORRY ENJI THEY’VE GOT YOUR BACK. WITH YOUR FLAMES, AND JEANIST’S PUNS, AND HAWKS’S BOYISHLY GOOD LOOKS, THE THREE OF YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU SET YOUR MINDS TO

so Enji is very pertinently asking why they’re standing by him in spite of the... [gestures vaguely to everything]

oh my lordy lord

Shouto you had better do something to combat this soon, or this man will sneak past you on my favorite character ranking after all. his face. his cheeky lil finger gun. the fact that he sums it up so fucking simply. “if someone is trying to do the right thing, I want to support them.” exactly. exactly

(ETA: and one last thing I love but forgot to mention, which is the fact that Hawks calls it a team-up despite the fact that he is clearly in charge.)

meanwhile Jeanist is all “as for me, at this point I just straight up don’t give a fuck”

I can’t handle how fucking cool this chapter is you guys

so Hawks is all “you good?” at Enji. and Enji...

if anyone needs me, I will be building myself a discourse-proof fort made entirely out of problematic characters. I don’t even care. I will go on living my life very happily in here

lol at Natsu being all “BUT DON’T THINK THIS MAKES US FRIENDS”

I’m living for this weird and no-doubt entirely unintended implication that Natsu and them all are gonna join in the fight with the rest of them. I mean, they do presumably all have very powerful ice quirks. and Natsu has medical training on top of that, and Fuyu is skilled at getting eight-year-olds to behave which could be a useful talent for dealing with Tomura hahaha I kid, but I’M JUST SAYING. who needs hero licenses anyway

OH SHIT FINALLY SOME DISCUSSION OF AN ACTUAL STRATEGY. even if it’s just a PR strategy

WHAKLHL

and now for some reason we’re flashing back to Natsu and Fuyu’s attempts to navigate through the media crowd outside the hospital

well I guess this is why I’m not the mangaka. if I were writing this I would have done something trite and predictable like using that “One for All” line as an excuse to cut to Deku!! as opposed to this entirely unrelated scene!!

seriously though why do we need to see this lol

no one in this crowd has ever heard of Alexander Dumas huh. or even the popular 2007 Disney Channel original movie, High School Musical 2

so now there’s an entire page of Hawks saying they need to know what One for All is, and Endeavor having one of those patented Todoroki WHOOSH realizations lmao look at this

just wait until this man figures out that one of the scrappy new interns he took on three months ago was actually the main character all along

SKDFIOHWIERLKSJGLWLK!!

NOW IS PROBABLY A GOOD TIME TO ASK MYSELF WHY I CHOSE THIS CHARACTER WHO KEEPS DISAPPEARING FOR SIX OR TWELVE OR FORTY CHAPTERS AT A TIME TO BE MY FUCKING FAVORITE. WELCOME BACK SON PLEASE DON’T SCREAM YOURSELF TO DEATH YOU STILL HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

(ETA: can we just take a moment to appreciate how Bakugou even got so close to Deku’s room in the first place though. in this giant hospital with no idea of where to even go. does he have Deku Radar or something.)

YOU SIX ARE OFFICIALLY ON MY HIT LIST!! SPARE ME YOUR GOOD INTENTIONS!! MY BAKUDEKU REUNION KEEPS GETTING POSTPONED WEEK AFTER WEEK!! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE HEROES WHERE IS YOUR CONCEPT OF MERCY

(ETA: btw just to be clear, I’m not actually angry lol; it makes total sense that they don’t want this rampaging feral toddler who was still in his own coma all of fifteen minutes ago to come and start screaming at the other coma child until he tears all his stitches out. if there’s anything we Bakugou fans should be familiar with by now, it’s being patient.)

also, Tsuyu wrapping her tongue around Bakugou’s still-healing torso wound absolutely can’t be hygienic at all. also wait is that Inko??

(ETA: pretty sure it is her. she got all of one line smdh.)

Iida is all “thank god Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight pulled through, I thought for sure he was a goner back there”

for the record this is actually really sweet to see how relieved he is. he’s one of the few people who saw the original injury close up, back when he was still at the battlefield and unconscious, so I imagine it really did freak him out quite a bit

JIROUUUUUU

“sometimes I just like to stand here and tug on my imaginary suspenders, what of it”

how come you guys get to loiter around Deku’s room but Kacchan doesn’t. god fucking dammit. AND WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN

I BET KACCHAN COULD WAKE HIM UP FROM HIS COMA WITH THE POWER OF RIVAL INTENSITY!! BUT NOOOOOOOO, [is dragged away back to my fort]

OH MY GOD!?!

"this seems to be an entirely normal and above-board situation that we have just stumbled onto”

I see Jeanist comes from the Iida Tenya school of respectfully using people’s full names

Jeanist becoming one of the main characters is the best thing to ever happen to this series

EXCUSE YOU, IIDA

BUT I’M SURE HE’D MAKE AN EXCEPTION FOR KACCHAN THOUGH!! [elbowing my way back out of the fort] HAWKS, PLEASE --

DON’T GO ALL OMINIOUSLY PUTTING THE PIECES TOGETHER ALL ON YOUR OWN GODDAMMIT

“there’s absolutely no way this angry wriggling shoulder burrito kid here could answer literally all of my questions, so I’ll just ignore him”

OH MY GOD WE’RE FINALLY CUTTING BACK TO HIM BUT THE CHAPTER IS ENDING

[jumps up, throws a folding chair at Iida and the rest of the gang, and then runs]

oh my god. actually this chapter was awesome. but I’m so fucking mad at this cliffhanger though lol

at least we got a couple of answers! and some hints and teases! poor Deku looks so worn out even though he’s asleep dlwkjl my little green baby. and is it just me or is his quirk activated?? All Might’s all “I can feel it” as if it isn’t obvious just looking at him, why are you trying to be all mysterious dude

anyway! so at least we finally have confirmation and a date for those vestige antics at long last. looking forward to meeting Mister The Fourth next week so we can finally ask him “hey dude, what the fuck”

#bnha 303 #takami keigo #hawks #todoroki shouto #todoroki enji #endeavor #best jeanist #todofam #bakugou katsuki #class 1-a #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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heliads · 4 years ago

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Connections Chapter 1: Battlefield

The plan is simple- if Peter Maximoff wants to get closer to his father, he needs to get closer to the girl Erik’s taken on as a trainee of sorts. He won’t be any more involved with her than that, right?

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Peter sits quietly in the plane. His friends surround him, all keyed up and tense for the upcoming battle. In just a few moments, the plane bearing the X-Men will descend into Cairo and attempt to rescue the Professor. Looking down over the rubble and destruction, Peter’s not sure if they’ll be able to do anything short of staying alive themselves for longer than a minute.

Peter can’t help but stare at one figure in particular, encircled by rings of metal. Erik Lehnsherr- his father. His eyes linger on the man for one moment longer, and then the plane swoops away, forcing Peter to focus once more on the X-Men.

Once the plane lands, Raven gives out a few last minute words of advice before the rest of the X-Men split up. Kurt heads inside to the pyramid, Beast heads towards Psylocke, and Jean and Scott work on fighting the other Horsemen. Raven and Peter, on the other hand, speed towards Erik, where he continues to manipulate the planet’s magnetic poles.

This time, however, Erik is not alone. Inside his protected sphere of metal stands another figure- a girl, about Peter’s age. She stands by Erik’s side, eyes closed in concentration as the ground shakes beneath her feet. Peter doesn’t know much about her, only that Apocalypse took her on as a fifth Horseman after witnessing the magnitude of her powers.

According to Raven and Beast, this girl-Y/N- has the ability to shape the very earth itself. Her powers lie somewhere between Apocalypse and Magneto- she can create or destroy the ground. Raven hypothesizes that, seeing as Y/N only got her powers a short time ago, she won’t have much control over them and she will be easy to take down. Looking at her now, Peter doesn’t think that will really be the case. Far off in the distance, Peter can see the ground shaking and moving as if it were putty- entire mountains becoming valleys as the earth below his feet becomes spiderwebbed with cracks spreading out as far as the eye can see.

While Peter attempts to break into Erik’s magnetic sphere to no success, Raven speaks to the man inside. Erik simply says that his family is gone, dead, and that there is nothing for him now. His words send a quiet spike of ice into Peter, but he pretends that nothing is wrong. When Raven looks at him, saying that Erik has more family, he just shakes his head. When Erik asks why he’s there, Peter’s words feel like they’re choking him, and he only manages to say that he’s there for his family as well.

Peter can’t turn back to Raven, or else have to see the disappointed look on her face, so he instead turns to the girl standing next to Erik. “And what about you, Y/N? We’re here for you too. You can come with us, not have to destroy the planet.”

Y/N looks at him now with a strangely empty stare, as if she was forcing her mind to stay blank and cold. “I have nothing. I watched my family die right before my eyes and there was nothing I could do about it. It was my fault they died.” Peter gazes at Y/N with newfound sadness. “You can have a new home with us, Y/N. At Xavier’s school. I know it’s hard to believe someone you just met, but we want you to be safe with us. I mean, think about it! There are only four horsemen for a reason- what do you think Apocalypse will do after his world is rebuilt? He won’t want a threat to his safety. He’s going to kill you to protect himself.”

Y/N just scoffs quietly. “I don’t care about that. I told you, everyone I care about is gone. I have nothing left to lose.” Erik glances at her with concern, and Peter takes a step forward. “You don’t have to feel like that anymore, Y/N. Not with us.” Y/N just looks at him with the same agonized eyes, and Peter knows then that there’s nothing he can do to change her mind. He nods softly, just the once, and reaches out for Raven’s hand so they can rejoin the fight.

The fight, as it turns out, is not going as planned. They manage to get Xavier out of the pyramid and hidden away, but Apocalypse stands before them, seconds away from killing them all. Apocalypse spreads his hands, speaking to Xavier and reminding him that they are still connected, that he cannot leave. Peter can’t take it anymore and he runs out, moving at the speed of light.

He runs circles around Apocalypse, punching him and kicking him back and forth in the air. He’s almost having fun, until the ground closes around his foot, stopping him in his tracks. He is jolted back to real time, and Apocalypse grabs him and breaks his leg. The pain is almost unbearable, but then Peter sees Psylocke walking towards him. She moves to kill him, but then attacks Apocalypse instead. When Apocalypse’s hand closes around her throat, Peter realizes that it’s not Psylocke but Raven, and he wants to scream but no sound comes out.

Apocalypse throws Raven to the ground, unconscious. He turns back to Peter, but there’s a sudden scream and the ground around him dissolves into sharp spikes. Y/N descends from the roofline, arms raised as she attacks her former ally. Her voice is a shout above the cracking of the earth. “They were right. You would kill me. You would kill all of us, so I will do the same to you.”

Her powers, even barely developed, are jaw-dropping. Yet they are still not enough to take down this ancient god, and he uses his own powers to force her destruction back on her. Apocalypse delivers a blast of strength and rock to her, and Y/N crumples to the ground. She does not move.

Apocalypse walks towards the roof where the rest of the X-Men have hidden Charles. He steps past Y/N’s unconscious- surely, only unconscious- form, but then he is suddenly stopped by two massive beams of metal slamming into the ground in front of him in the shape of an X.

Magneto has arrived to the fight.

The battle is basically won by that point. Erik’s rage over the injury of Y/N (and Peter himself, right?) guarantees them a strong ally, and the combined efforts of the rest of the mutants as well as a super-powered Jean allows them to take down Apocalypse, literally burning him away into nothingness.

From then on, Peter’s world becomes a blur of activity. He, Y/N, and Xavier are brought into the plane. Jean and Erik work together to fix the heap of rubble that was once Xavier’s school. The wounded, including Peter himself, are delivered safely to the medical ward, where they are then restored to full health.

Peter waits for the announcement that his father is leaving the school, that he will go and disappear as he always seems to do. Yet, he is surprised once more. Erik will be staying for Y/N’s sake, to ensure that she receives the support and guidance she deserves. Erik was worried that she would not be accepted by the other students as she was too close to Apocalypse, but this seems to not be the case. He still remains at the school, though.

Every day when Peter wakes up, he expects his father to be gone. Nothing lasts forever, and one day Erik would find himself packing his bags and leaving. He’d always done it before. Still, Peter can see Erik across the school, or talking with Y/N, or playing chess in some breezy corner of the grounds. He’s still here. Why?

The answer comes to him in a flash. It’s Y/N, always will be. After Lorna and the rest of Erik’s family died, he’s found a new purpose in taking care of Y/N. Of course. Peter bites his tongue and turns away from the man, stewing in this unexpected feeling of pain. Why does it hurt him so much that his father would want to look after Y/N?

Peter eventually reaches the conclusion that he has to tell Erik that he is Peter’s father. There’s no way around it, but how? Peter barely has the courage to say hello to the man, let alone confess to being his son. Peter thinks and thinks, and then a plan slowly comes to him.

Y/N.

Of course- Y/N’s the closest path to Erik, other than Charles or maybe Raven. You get close to Y/N, you get close to Erik. Easy. If Peter wants to get close to the man who could have raised him, he has to befriend the girl Erik’s taken on as a protégé of sorts. That’s all this will be, right? Just an arrangement to get close to his father. Nothing more.

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saphyhowl · 4 years ago

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Si tu m’aimes encore

There you were lying in bed next to him, after a normal day, spending a very normal evening with Napoleon. He had already dozed off, an open book still resting on his lap. You heard a light snore coming from him. A peaceful and normal evening. The usual.

That’s when it hit you: the usual. It had slowly crept into your relationship. The routine had set in. The bubbly feelings, the rosy ambient, they had faded away for a more permanent set of feelings and habits. Sure, the kisses and hugs were still there. The love was still there in many ways: the bold gestures, the tiny things, the passionate nights, and these nights, where you two would be just present next to each other.

You liked all of it, you enjoyed the turn your relationship was taking. However, now that you had realized that the honeymoon phase was over, the negative thoughts were more persistent. They could no longer be masked by the butterflies. Especially if the said butterflies were gone. You two were no longer in love. You loved each other. That love you had for each other, deepened, took on a more eternal, endless, and unconditional aspect.

That love was present even if you two woke up with morning breath, drool traces, and whatnot. It was also there when you two once had food poisoning and had to realize that some body functions could not be withheld. That love was still present and persistent when Napoleon or you were in a bad mood and everything ticked you or him off. It was there when none of you felt like talking. It was also still there when you two were naturally holding hands while taking a walk.

But these thoughts nagged you, they started taking more and more space. They were yearning to drown you in countless negative or sad scenarios, but you still wanted to cling to the lingering honeymoon feeling.

You gently kicked Napoleon in the leg to wake him up. His snoring suddenly stopped and his eyes fluttered open.

“Mmh…Did I snore again?”

“Yes…”

Napoleon’s eyes started closing again.

“Do you want to try something new?”

“What do you mean?” Napoleon asked as he fought to stay awake.

“In bed,” you added.

Napoleon’s eyes flew open, now he was awake.

“Is there anything you want to try?” you sat up and waited for his answer.

“Right now?”

“Sure, I am up for it if you are,” you said as you started to scoop closer to him.

Silence.

“You’re not up for it?” you asked.

“I do but I can’t think of anything right now. I was just sleeping 2 minutes ago,” he blurted out.

“Then go back to sleep. It’s been a long day after all,” you smiled at him and kissed his brow.

“What’s on your mind, Nunuche?” he asked, his hand fell on your cheek. His thumb brushed over your cheekbone, just like usual.

You did not answer right away, and he waited patiently. His silence was encouraging, reassuring. This silence was an invitation to open up to him just as usual. That is when you felt it, that love, that persistent and solid love between you. However, as you felt that love, you felt the wave of worries you had tried to suppress wash over you. It caused you to crease your brows and shy away from his piercing and calm gaze.

“What if we get bored of each other? What will we do? I mean I choose to stay here, what if suddenly, we both realize this is just too boring? One day we wake up, we realize it is always the same old thing and we just end it? Or worse, what if you get bored, of us, of me?

My silly dances in the bathroom, my way of talking, my taste, what if you just don’t like them anymore? Or imagine if I suddenly realize I don’t want to be with you anymore. What do I do? I did not plan for it to happen, but it could, right? Do I just break up with you, pack my things and go? What if we both fall in love with someone else, that could happen too! No one can predict that.”

All your thoughts, all your scenarios, you laid them bare in front of him. You were caught up in your monologue, that you only stopped when Napoleon cupped your cheeks and made you look at him. He squeezed your cheeks in a way that you were unable to speak properly and as a bonus for him made you look cute.

“Avec des si on mettrait Paris en bouteille,” Napoleon plainly said.

You knew that proverb, you taught it to him. It meant that every hypothesis could happen and therefore it made no sense worrying about them as hypotheses were not real events or facts. You realized what you had done, you had let all these scenarios, hypotheses lead you to other less positive hypotheses. They caught you in a storm of thoughts blinding you from the truth.

“I cannot predict our relationship, no one can. We just take one step at a time and see where it leads us. However, I can assure you, I have no intention of letting any negative scenario developing in that beautiful mind of yours, come across our happiness,” Napoleon explained still cupping your cheeks.

You nodded and smiled.

“Je t’aime Nunuche,” he added and planted a kiss on your lips. He stopped squeezing your cheeks.

“I was just scared,” you explained.

He nodded.

“I was scared because I can feel this “thing” going somewhere, I have never been before and I truly want it to work,” you explained timidly, finally telling the truth, the original thought that had caused all these scenarios.

“It will,” Napoleon.

“How can you be so sure?” you asked.

“How can you be so unsure?” He asked back with a smirk.

You lowered your head at loss. You did not know what to think anymore. You were tired of thinking.

“I like where this is going. It is stable, solid, and constant. There is not a boring moment as you seem to fear so much. We have our “thing”, as you call it, going on and I like that. We are meant to last, that is why it is scary, no one knows what eternity means until they have witnessed it,” Napoleon explained and you just listened.

Not everything was yet crystal clear to you, but his words soothed you. You needed to hear the word “eternity” coming from him and he gave it to you. He echoed what you had clumsily tried to convey: an everlasting love for each other.

“Now about that “new thing” in bed to try out?” Napoleon asked with a mischievous grin.

“Yes?”

“Does building a pillow fort and attacking Sebastian as he brings us breakfast count or does it have to be in a more lewd category?” Napoleon asked.

You blinked a few times and just burst into laughter. How on earth could you have thought that being with Napoleon would ever be boring?

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chayacat · 3 years ago

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Devil’s Sweet Star (43)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut

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A lot of things happened last night, a lot of revelation especially, the whole thing having been concluded by a... wild night. You could feel aches everywhere, it must be said that you did not go slowly, you and Jed... I mean Danny. It will take you some time to accept this reality. All this time, this dear Jed, this boy who seemed shy, adorable and very concerned about the others, was actually the one who at night, was going to commit murders, but also come to see you, under the name of Ghostface. It will take you time, but you will still have to adapt quickly. Because only one misstep and Only God knows what Danny will do to you.

You were still in bed together. You felt aches and pains along your body, and it's no wonder, with the beast sleeping next to you. He was wilder than when he was Jed. much wilder. He was turned towards you, his hair scattered all over his pillow, his face peaceful. You gently release a strand of hair from his face which made him react. And without having time to realize it, you find yourself glued to him, his arms blocking you like a child who hugs his teddy bear tightly. Luckily, you're not working today. But you still want to get up. You try to get out of your way but all you get is Danny's grunts and a slightly tighter embrace.

“Hmmm... stop moving.” Said Danny grumbling a little.

“You are slightly crushing me against you. And I want to get up.” you respond.

“Why? You don't work today, if I remember correctly.”

“Yeah, but I can’t stay in bed all day. Come on Danny...”

Danny grumbled again, letting you get up before complaining even more when he heard his phone ring. He got up, before taking the latter and looking at who dared to disturb him so early. It was his boss Mr Hembrook. You could notice that a twisted smile appeared on his face, as if he already knew why his boss was calling him. And in a sense... you also have your little idea about it.

“Hello? In 20min? Yes of course Sir why?... Are you serious? Yes, yes, I go there right now. Okay, he's going to be happy to see me... You too sir. Good bye.” said Danny before hanging up the phone and looking at you with a wide smile.

“What did he want?” you ask even if you already knew the answer.

“Wilhelm is at Hoggins' villa... they have just found his body. And my boss wants me to go there to get some information. And help Wilhelm if possible.”

“I suspected it a little. You must be proud, all this time you made everyone believe that it was Hoggins who killed McKellan and made up everything to make it look like a Ghostface murder... and there... You literally turned everyone's brain upside down.”

“That's what it's like to be me. I have had plenty of time to improve since my first murder. I made mistakes, adapted my modus operandi according to the situation, and I created my own signature. I confess that I didn't really like attributing MY McKellan's murder to Hoggins, but I had to draw attention to him. In addition, this moron brought me everything I wanted on a silver platter.”

“You mean everything you found on Hoggins was true?” you replied surprised.

“Honey, I am a criminal, but I am a journalist first and foremost. Everything I found and showed you on Hoggins is true. I can't really have fun falsifying documents that need to be published in the newspaper. Otherwise, my boss will suspect something. No one fools him so easily.” He responds before getting up and head to the wardrobe to pick up clean clothes.

“In this case I come with you.”

“Oh? Do you want to see in what state I left this bastard? You know that curiosity is an ugly flaw... but if you insist, I'm not going to say no. And that way you can reassure yourself about his death.”

You both have breakfast quickly; you get dressed and Danny took his bag that contained his journalist's belongings. You could see in his office another bag, surely the one in which he put his Ghostface’s outfit and others. You leave the apartment to get into Danny's van, setting off for Hoggins' house. It's going to be weird to go back there for a murder, when that's where the reception was held. An unforgettable evening. During the ride, you discussed everything and nothing as if it were one of your usual days. Once he arrived in front of the hoggins' house, Danny parked, turned off the engine and took your arm before you went down.

“Remember what was said last night. For everyone, I am Jed. So, no missteps, otherwise... I would be obliged to make you assimilate them... in a less diplomatic way. Oh, and try to pretend you don't know anything. Let us avoid drawing attention to ourselves.” He said before letting you go.

You leave the vehicle and join Wilhelm in Hoggins' office where his corpse is. When you arrive in the room, a vision of horror, and a desire to vomit, took you. You turn your head by refraining from vomiting, indeed, we can say that Hoggins is dead. Danny has accomplished his little revenge with perfection. The latter was talking with Wilhelm explaining the reasons for your presence. After all, in the eyes of the law, you are a civilian, and civilians do not have to be at the crime scene.

“Are you okay Miss? If you want to vomit, you have the toilet which is just the room after from the left. Anyway, the owner of the house is no longer able to do or say anything against you.” Said Wilhelm looking at you.

“Yes... Thank you.” you simply respond.

“Well... we can say that he was more than creative this time. I knew he had imagination but here, it's too much for me.” Said Danny.

“The worst thing is that this bastard leaves a little note. He was the one who killed McKellan! he used Hoggins as a scapegoat. Goddamnit !” replied Wilhelm, hitting the wall next to him.

“It cannot be said that Hoggins was a saint... there was quite a bit of evidence against him too. I think that Ghostface knew this and that he used it. This guy is always spying on his victims...”

“This is not wrong Olsen... this is not wrong. In the meantime, I thought I could end McKellan's murder, and in the end, not only it’s not the case, but I also find myself with Hoggins' murder on my hands! I'm going to smash that dirty little asshole if I catch him!”

You see Danny making a discreet but sneaky smile behind Wilhelm, something you shake your head slightly at. He had done this not only to take revenge, but also to make fun of Wilhelm. You wanted to hit him on the shoulder, but it would be useless. what is done... is done. And then, like Danny told you earlier, it's better to avoid attention on both of you.

“He literally crucified him. And turn that cross over to make him a demon. It’s really twisted. Maybe a follower of religion? One of these... Satanists? In a sense it would not surprise me. Given all the blood he sheds.” said Wilhelm.

“Maybe... or maybe not. That's the problem with Ghostface, he knows everything about everyone, but nobody knows anything about him.” said Danny.

“I find it strange ... he seems to appreciate you well Miss. Because all those who tried to harm you are dead.” Replied Wilhelm, looking at you.

You look at the two men, not knowing what to answer. Danny made you understand that you had to quickly find an excuse or something to say. Otherwise, suspicions will arise on you. It was inevitable and real, Danny killed everyone who got too close to you and threatened you. Think pickle brains, think!

“Great...as if McKellan and Hoggins hadn't been so... horrible, I had to attract the most twisted murderer in the city.” you respond, faking an annoying face.

“All we have to do now is know why. it's not like you've been living here for a long time, and Ghostface had started his murders long before you arrived. But here, it seems that he is tired of attacking small fish, he wants to catch the bigger ones.” said Wilhelm looking at the reverse cross.

“Go find out what big fish he's going to attack next time... Me... You... or the mayor.” said Danny, taking notes.

Wilhelm and Danny exchanged a look that meant everything. A cold settled in the room. Don’t forget that these two men do not get along at the base... If you didn't understand why with "Jed", now that you know the reality of things, with Danny, it didn't surprise you in the end. Still, be as close to the one who wants to capture you... you really have to be twisted to play so much with fire. Both took notes, observations of the crime scene, and recorded hypotheses about what might have happened.

It was demoralizing to see how Danny was making fun of Wilhelm, knowing himself that he’s the perpetrator of this murder. He knew how to lie, that's for sure. You were sure that he convinced himself of his own lies. After a few hours, you and Danny end up leaving the scene, Danny "promising" to notify the inspector if he ever had any information. On the way back, you look at Danny pouting like a child unhappy that he didn't have an ice cream.

“What?” Danny finally said.

“You should be given the medal for the best liar in the world. And the best actor too. You act as if nothing had happened and you provoke the inspector without thinking that there will be no consequences or that he will not suspect you by saying this.” you respond.

“Ha ha I know Honey I know. I was born with this talent as an actor. It's innate in me. And the same can be said of you.”

“Except that compared to you it doesn't make me happy to lie to people. And I pray that no one will ever discover the truth.”

“Oh, you can. Because if it happens... I'd know where it came from.” replied Danny.

You take a lunch break to eat, as usual, at the park and then around 1pm, you quickly stop at the newspaper, while Danny aka "Jed" or "Jeddy" according to Mattew, reports to his boss. It was fun to see the locals where Danny was working, you were the first "civilian" to go inside, at least to go up to the office. Usually, when you deliver the cakes for the newspaper, it’s the security guards who take care of receiving the packages.

Mr. Hembrook greeted you warmly it was the first time he smiled like this. From what Danny told you, he wasn't the type to joke about, he was someone very serious about his job. But, outside, no one knows how he is. After a few hours of discussion about the article to be published on Hoggins, a discussion in which you took part, you both leave the Roseville Gazette’s building and get back in the van.

“So? What do we do now?” you ask.

“Well normally tonight I had planned to... find a new victim. Or start this article. But you see, I don't want to. I want to spend a quiet evening, without work, without murder, just you and me. So... What would you say about a short trip to Zanesville just you and me? there are many more things to do than here.” Danny said with a bright smile.

“Oh, you're doing a rebellious teenage crisis again? the one who only wants to have fun and nothing else?”

“Ha ha. Really funny. I may have been a model student, but I knew how to have fun. Okay, so? it's yes or no, Miss Rainbow...” replied Danny chuckling.

“Hey! You promised me to not call me that.” you respond, hitting him in the arm.

“Correction, JED promised you to not call you that anymore. Not me. So?”

“...Fine. But promise me to tell anyone about that.” you said sighing before laughing.

Danny restarted the van and set off for Zanesville. The road was made in music, and even being himself, Danny still had the same musical tastes than when he was Jed. Indeed, Zanesville has more to offer in terms of entertainment than Roseville. A big city has everything, but it will never replace the tranquillity of a peaceful small town. You looked through the window at the various shops, restaurants, libraries, and even the arcades! there were also shops that sold CDs and films. Basically, there was everything, in addition to grocery stores and small supermarkets.

“Ready to have fun?” asks Danny.

“Ready!” You respond smiling.

I hope for you that you know how to hold out until late... very late. Because there, with Danny... you're not ready to go to bed anytime soon. Oh no you're going to be awake all night. Let the party begin!

Until your body lets you go.

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(I think I'm at my... 6/7 run of Road 96 and I still never get tired of it! the good thing about this game is that each road is unique, even if we know the different answers we can give, we can create multiple situations that can lead either to our arrest, our death, or our freedom. It's a game with a gripping story and also very endearing characters. Well, I must admit that Zoe now... as soon as I see her, I want to kick her in the head. She's not a bad character, and I know she doesn't do it voluntarily, but she always puts us in danger every time we meet her. And after a while it's just irritating. I hope you’ll like this chapter like the other ones! Well, it's time for my brain to rest! Have a great weekend to you all! See ya! )

#dbd fanfic #dbd #dead by daylight #ghostface #danny johnson #jed olsen

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aliaslua · 4 years ago

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Ok about those "living with bodyguard turtles" hc, how would the boys react if the human they're protecting (now their best friend, mind you) had feelings for them? Like the human doesnt tell them but it's kind of obvious, theyre pretty bad at hiding it?

omg this is my first request

I received this ask at the exact moment that I submitted my last assignment, so I'd just officially started my college break ... The perfect way to start my rest *chef's kiss*. Thank you so much for the suggestion! <3 I was craving some angst. I hope you enjoy! it’s also kinda long LOL I was trully excited

you can read the first part here

Leonardo

It happened one day while he was helping you in training. The whole family was already used to your presence, you and Leo trained together every day and he loved it. He thought it was really cool to keep up with your performance and he was so proud of your increasing dedication and persistence, even on the days when the training was hard.

On that specific day he had decided to give you a break, since the training the day before had been heavy. Everything seemed absolutely normal until the moment when he needed to help you with a yoga posture and although you barely started the exercises, he realized that your heart was beating fast, very fast. Strange, he thought, but when he looked at your face and realized that you blushed, he also became overly aware of his own hands on your waist and how close your faces were. Suddenly, you broke contact with his eyes and walked away abruptly. "I'm not feeling well" you said "Maybe tomorrow."

Leonardo stood in the training room with a huge question mark in his face. Were you… nervous? During training? Why? You had been training together for months and it wasn't the first time that you needed support for a posture and…

The next few days are like a nightmare. Suddenly you decide that you prefer to train alone. Then you make up an absurd excuse for not watching the movie on wednesday. You don't talk to him, you don't train together, it's almost like you disappeared from his life. It's too much. One day during breakfast he asks you a direct question, but you simply decline the invitation while still avoiding looking at him. A horrible silence is in the air when you leave the kitchen without even finishing your breakfast.

"What did I do?" Leo asks, clearly hurt. His brothers look at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding?" Donnie asks. "What?" That's all the oldest brother can answer. "She's into you, moron." Raph responds, clearly irritated.

The realization runs through him like an electric current. Is that why you are avoiding him? What it means "you are into him"? Like… Are you in love? You? No way. You were his pupil! The first student he had, more like a life partner, a housemate. He never thought that someone like you could ... Him? It's too much for him. He needed to sit down.

"It looks like your intuition isn't that good huh, your stallion!" Mikey jokes.

The next are sleepless nights. Suddenly everything makes sense. How you smiled when he brushed your hair off your face, how you asked him to stay by your side when you couldn't sleep, how you insisted that the training should be longer, he always had interpreted all that as a sign of friendship, but now he felt completely naive. And to think that you could feel like that for someone like him ... It changed everything. What did that mean? He missed you. Missed you a lot. Seeing you so distant made him suffer in a way that only seemed logical now that he realized that perhaps his own feelings were the same. His head is spinning. Perhaps…. Maybe you could...

No. Absolutely not. The mission was clear. He had a single duty, to protect you. And he was going to complete the mission even if you spent the rest of your time together without looking at him again, no matter how much it hurt. Nothing was going to stop him from keeping you safe, not even his own feelings.

Raphael

It happened that morning while he was working out. You had just read “Emma” and it was the last book by Jane Austen that was missing for you to complete the bibliography. You sighed at the romantic ending but he hit the punching bag with an overly aggressive stance.

"We have to stop reading that shit." He said, suddenly. "Why?" You asked, surprised "I thought you liked it." "I like it. It's just ... it's kind of depressing for me." "What do you mean?" He stopped punching. Still with his back to you, you could see him adjusting his hand-bands. "Ah, come on, Shorty ... You know that none of this will ever happen to me." He threw a punch that made you jump "It hurts ... to know what it could be." "What do you mean, it's never gonna happen to you?" You asked honestly. He could hear in your voice that you were incredulous. "Cut the crap, Y / N." He turned, annoyed. "Look at me!" "I AM looking." you said, standing up "All I see is a caring, kind, gentle man and the day you fall in love with someone I know that you will be the most loving and dedicated partner and that person will be the luckiest in the world." You closed your mouth as if you had just said cursed words. Across the room, Raphael was stiff and speechless. Suddenly, the Lair' alarm went off. He went to join the brothers in silence, an emergency demanded his attention.

That night, Raph didn't come back home. He spent the night sitting on the edge of a building looking out over the city, mesmerized by your words.

It may be hard to believe, but Raphael is always very aware of his own emotions. That's why he is always so angry, that's why he cannot contain the urge to fight. He feels everything deeply. You didn't have to say anything else. It was as clear as day for him. He knew that was an unplanned declaration of love, he knew you were trying to hide it and you couldn't, and he knew it was too late now. He also knew he felt the same way. And he knew you could never be what his heart desired.

In his deepest fantasies, Raph would return home, lift you up around the waist and swear eternal love, just like in the books. And he would be yours, from then on and forever and you would never be alone, afraid or sad again. He would spend the rest of his life doing everything to make you the happiest person in the world.

But he also knew that it would never be possible with a man like him. He, who couldn't give you a decent home, the wedding you deserved, couldn't give you a family... - Fuck - He couldn't even meet your family. You would be forever unhappy, stuck with a monstrous and impetuous man and for that reason, he needed to work out the kindest way to reject your affection, knowing that it would be the most difficult thing he would have to do in life.

Donatello

Donnie wasn't prone to false modesty. He knew without a doubt that he had a deductive ability beyond average and he knew that he had enough knowledge to always reach the most likely conclusions. Why, then, could he not get it out of his head that you felt something for him that wasn't limited to a mere friendship?

He was working in the lab and couldn't stop thinking about all the obvious signs. Once again he redid the list of symptoms in his head: You had stopped reading alone in your private room they had built for you and now whenever you could, read by his side while he worked on the computer. Okay, nothing suspicious, a friendly, normal, expected gesture. But then there was that day when he stopped typing for a second and when he looked at you, you were staring at him. Clearly! He even saw it when you turned your face back to your book, in a pathetic attempt to pretend you weren't completely absorbed in watching him. That was strange. Okay, okay. Just one more event, it didn't indicate anything. So there was that night when everyone was watching a horror movie and you hugged his arm after a jumpscare, you guys stared at each other for a few seconds and he thought he saw you... blushing? Not to mention that now during your weekly debate sessions you seemed very giggly, very self-conscious, maybe even shy ... You had started to avoid direct eye contact with him and he realized with disbelief when your body language indicated attraction. Yes, yes ... He had ignored it the first few times but the way you smiled, the way you tilted your neck, how you approached him... Was he going crazy ???

Two hypotheses floated in his mind. The firs: he was going crazy, hallucinating and that was why he was seeing things and all the obvious signs that you were… interested in him were just the crazy dream of an unbalanced man. Or ... Well, or you really had developed a real and palpable romantic desire and you were so caught up in that urge that you couldn't hide it.

He narrowed his eyes again. No, no. Certainly not. You? No way. It didn't make sense from an instinctive and evolutionary point of view (why would you have that urge? You weren't even of the same species) and from a subjective, spiritual point of view, well ... Why would you like someone like him? You were beautiful, intelligent, clearly had an exceptional capacity for conversation and aside from that brief moment in your life, when you would finally have your freedom back, surely you would have no difficulty in finding a partner being such a wonderful, kind person, loving and…

He was no longer paying any attention to the viral sample he had placed under the microscope. He felt his own heart sink. If you really liked him then ... So does that mean ... That he had a chance? That he no longer needed to hide his intentions, his desires? That he could finally confess and that you would say ...

Someone knocked on the door. It was you. Sleepy and in pajamas, you still looked wonderful. "Donnie, can I sleep here?" "Of course, dear."

You smiled slightly, your eyes still half closed with sleep. He saw you lying on the couch, you fell asleep right away. He continued to look at you, so peaceful and impassive... He came to the only possible conclusion: It could never happen. You deserve affection, security, stability. A peaceful life with someone who cared for you, not someone who constantly put you at risk ... Someone who wasn't like him. Donatello looked away from your face, thinking it might lessen the pain. He knew that, in that case, the most rational option was to pretend that he had never deducted anything.

Michelangelo

"So... What are you going to do?" Leonardo asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had been established between the brothers. On the other side of the lair, you were sleeping.

"I do not know!" Mikey almost screamed before he remembered that you couldn't wake up, no way "That's why I'm asking!"

“Well… she clearly likes you. We all agree." Donnie concluded. "Yes" Leonardo shook his head. "Yeah ..." Raphael was staring at the brothers. "... And if you break her heart we'll all beat you up."

They all laughed, except Mikey. That was precisely the problem.

"It's not funny ..." The youngest of the brothers said, sitting on the kitchen table chair. Everyone understood that this was a serious situation when Michelangelo rested his head in his hands and again plunged into meditative silence.

He would never forget the day you sat with him on the couch and asked him to ...Chill a little. Never. Not because he was hurt, no ... You had been kind and caring and he had been very happy to know that you felt comfortable opening up to him that way. And if there was one thing he didn't want to be, it was overwhelming. So he did what you asked, he stopped flirting, stopped talking nonstop, stopped with intrusive questions ... And everything seemed perfect!

You were the best friend he could have. You laughed at his jokes, went out with him to tag abandoned cars, you ate pizza on the roof, played pranks on your brothers. Everything was great! You were everything to him and he knew that he felt much more than brotherly love for you. He always knew. But he had made a promise, he had promised that he would no longer crush you with his feelings ...

But things started to escalate. You started sharing intimate secrets, sharing dreams. During movie nights you laid on his shoulder and every day you cooked something new and brought it to him while he was playing video games. One day - that damn day - Raphael teased you and said “My my, what a beautiful couple” and Michelangelo almost had a heart attack when instead of emphatically replying that you weren't a couple or anything like that you just… Smiled and looked away. WHAT? WHAT KIND OF REACTION IS THAT? Mikey still remembered the unbearable heat he felt on his face that day when you just SMILED when you heard someone suggest you were his.

Since then, he only thought about one thing: "How can I reject her?"

The sadness in everyone's eyes was clear.

"Maybe you guys deserve a chance, Mikey." Leo suggested.

"But how?? Tell me, Leonardo, for God's sake, how am I going to make that woman happy? Huh! I have NOTHING to give. Nothing to add, to offer! I… I am literally a sewer monster… It will be a matter of time before she regrets, and how would I move on afterwards? ... "

"Mikey… ” Raphael started to speak, but was interrupted by his brother:

“You know what… You are right. It's time to grow up. This is a stupid dream. And it will never come true… ”

A gentle reminder that English is not my first language so if you see any grotesque grammatical errors, please let me know! <3 Thank you for reading

#tmnt #tmnt imagine #bayverse tmnt #imagine #bodyguard #fluff #angst #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt Raphael #TMNT Donatello #requests are open #ask

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julemmaes · 4 years ago

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Hey! Can I please have Thomastair with "I love you! Are you blind?" With Alastair being the oblivious one......I just adore your writing, especially that 'You marry me Alas' one! 💕

Blind - October 6th

Alastair Carstairs x Thomas Lightwood

A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt and I’m really glad you like You marry me Alas, it’s my favorite too. I hope this is satisfying enough for you and I’m really sorry if I posted so late, but as I said yesterday, I’m not home and it’s kinda hard to arrange things.

Word count: 1,745

Throughout the evening, Thomas had watched the newcomer flirt with Alastair. He thought he had been fairly good at hiding that feeling of uncertainty and anger towards the adonis, Dalton Roseblade, but from the looks Matthew and James were casting his way, he was not doing so well. He had to be honest, Dalton's pitch black hair and bright green eyes were much more inviting than the normal light brown of his hair and the chestnut of his eyes, but he was still irritated by the constant interactions and touches shared by Alastair and him.

"Alas!" cried the new boy, "Come! It's your turn."

Thomas had to hold back a shudder of disgust when Alastair stood up from the seat next to his and smiled at the other boy, "What's the rush? You know I'm going to kick your ass anyway," he joked, placing a hand on Dalton's arm.

Following Alastair's gesture with his eyes and hearing the other guy's laugh, he also stood up, no longer able to support that situation, and left the arcade, giving Lucie permission to play for him. He sucked at bowling anyway, he might as well let someone else play if he could avoid those constant exchanges of sympathetic glances.

He felt someone grab his arm when he was at the door and turned abruptly, with a frown on his face, ready to tell his boyfriend to go back to make goo-goo eyes at other people. His expression changed from irritated to apologetic when he realized it was Matthew.

His friend looked him in the eye and Thomas could almost see the wheels in his brain twirling, "Do you need me to come out with you?" he asked him quietly, but in a firm tone.

Thomas took one look at the bowling alley filled with his friends and saw Dalton helping Alastair choose "the perfect ball". He thought that any excuse was good to touch the other. He shifted his attention to the new boy's face and grimaced, focusing back on Matthew, "Whatever."

The blond nodded, "Give me a second, I'll get the cigarettes."

Thomas waited for him in front of the entrance and when James lifted his thumb up to him as if to ask him if everything was all right, he nodded just once, snorting. Christopher was also watching him closely, chewing on his lip, thoughtful.

If everyone had noticed it, Alastair must have noticed too and it was pissing him off even more, because if what he thought was true, it meant his boyfriend was doing that on purpose. Maybe to make him jealous.

He doesn't need to make me jealous, I'm already his. Thomas thought while accepting one of Math's cigarettes.

As he breathed in he could feel the other's green stinging eyes burning on the back of his head, "Do you think he's doing this without realizing it?"

Thomas snickered jokingly, "No, Alastair is not stupid. He knows he's bugging me."

"Well, sorry for the next words, but he's a piece of shit," Matthew said as he sat on the parking lot wall. Thomas imitated him, swinging his legs.

He shrugged, "I don't think he's being mean. He knows it bothers me, yes, but he does it to get my attention," he muttered, adding shortly afterwards, "At least I think so."

Matthew didn't answer right away and Thomas was more than happy to finish the conversation there, but the friend picked up just as he was about to get up, stopping him, "That's not nice of him anyway."

He looked over his shoulder. Matthew wrinkled his forehead, "I mean, after all, you've already gone out several times." he continued, saying the obvious, "You've even kissed, haven't you?" he asked for confirmation.

Thomas simply nodded, making a cloud of smoke. The blond knew very well that they had kissed. He had got him drunk off his ass to celebrate that slightest achievement.

Besides, Thomas insisted on calling him his boyfriend when they talked about it in private, but he and Alastair had never really said anything about the matter and the guy wasn't even sure if the other wanted a real relationship with him.

They finished their cigarettes in silence and Matthew didn't let half a second pass before lighting a second one. Thomas allowed himself to admire the beauty of his friend's face lit only by the dim light of the fire. He wondered how it was possible that of all the friends in their group, Matthew was the only single one.

"Maybe he's trying to send me a message and wants to tell me that if I don't hurry he could easily find someone else." he hypothesized by jumping off the wall and rubbing his hands on his pants.

Matthew laughed, "If that's the case, it would be pretty childish." when Thomas raised an eyebrow, he explained, "I mean, you've been going out for more than a month, like, three times a week - how you're not together yet, only you know." he gave him a questioning look, "If he were to go out tonight with this charade just to tell you to hurry up instead of taking a step forward himself, it would be ridiculous."

"I guess you're right," whispered Thomas, kicking a pebble on the ground.

"Well," Matthew said, "you don't have to guess anymore, you can ask him directly."

He jumped off the wall, pointing with his chin to the entrance of the arcade, where a very confused Alastair was looking at them with his hands in his pockets and an uncertain expression.

Matthew patted him on the shoulder, wishing him good luck, and nodded his head once as he passed Alastair, before returning to the building.

Thomas was not sure he wanted to have this conversation now.

Alastair was the first to speak, "Are you okay?" he seemed genuinely concerned by the tone of his voice, but Thomas couldn't look him in the face.

"Yes, I'm fine," he replied dryly, keeping on playing with the rock.

He heard, more than saw, Alastair approaching, "Are you sure?"

"I've never been so sure in my life, why do you ask?"

"Because you've been avoiding me all evening and I cannot for the love of god understand why." to those words, uttered with sincere confusion, Thomas' head snapped up, in Alastair's direction.

He opened his eyes wide, opening his mouth slightly, "Avoiding you?" he wondered if he had heard right. When Alastair nodded, his mouth reduced to a thin line, Thomas laughed, "Are you fucking with me?"

Alastair winced at the words. It was so unusual to hear Thomas swear, that even the boy himself was left with a bitter taste in his mouth.

"What do you mean?" Alastair asked harmlessly.

"Oh my goodness, don't you really get it?" he asked bewildered, trying to figure out if the other was really joking or if he hadn't noticed the way he had behaved with him and Dalton.

Alastair's features got stiffer and he came a few steps closer, pointing a finger at his chest, "I don't know what you're talking about and I don't care." he began, lowering his hand, "I came out here to tell you that if you're going to act like this for much longer, I'd rather end it here."

Thomas couldn't believe what he was saying, "You're kidding." it wasn't a question.

"No, damn it, Thomas, I'm not joking. You've been avoiding me since we got here and I thought things were going well between us. After all those fucking dates." Alastair had raised his voice and he sounded delirious. Maybe Thomas wasn't the only one who had had a bad night. "And instead I find myself forced to endure the pity of a stranger. A stranger who has realized how badly my boyfriend is treating me and who is trying to cheer me up".

Thomas was left breathless.

Boyfriend.

"What did you say?"

Alastair frowned, raising his hands to the sky and growling, "Are you serious now?"

Thomas looked him straight in the eye, "You called me your boyfriend."

The boy in front of him seemed more confused than ever, "Yes, Thomas. I called you my boyfriend."

"But you," Thomas stumbled over the words, "have been flirting with Dalton all night."

"What are you talking about?" he asked, exasperated by this quarrel that was going in two very different directions. He reached out his hands to Thomas, but immediately put them down again, not wanting to overstep his boundaries, "I tried to start a conversation with you nine times tonight. Nine." Alastair clarified, grimacing, "Do you know how embarrassing it was for me to try to explain to Dalton that the sulking and silent boy who was blatantly ignoring me and treating me like a stranger was my boyfriend?"

Thomas shook his head. He had been so stupid.

He felt so guilty he couldn't even speak.

He had treated Alastair harshly all night, convinced that he was flirting with the newcomer, when in reality he had only sought some comfort because of his behavior towards him.

He didn't realize that Alastair had kept talking until he heard him say, "and I know you hate me-".

Something in Thomas' head must have broken down, because his following words were, "Hate you? I love you!" he almost shouted.

Alastair stopped, closing his eyes for one second too long and opening his mouth slightly.

"What?"

"I love you! Are you blind?" said Thomas laughing, getting so close that he felt the warmth radiating from the other's body, "God, I love you so much that my heart burst when I look at you. And I love you so much that when I got here and saw you talking to Dalton the part of my brain that deals with logical thinking stopped working," they both laughed. Both their cheeks reddened from the cold and embarrassment.

He grabbed Alastair's face and the other one basked in that touch, "You love me."

"I love you, Alas." the boy's eyes softened and a slight smile formed on both their lips.

And then finally, Thomas leaned forward and sealed his lips on Alastair's. His tongue stroked the other's repeatedly and when he began to see us black from the lack of oxygen, Thomas broke away, sighing and laughing with their foreheads pressed together.

"I am an idiot, forgive me," whispered Thomas against his lips, closing his eyes.

Alastair smiled, kissing him again, "Forgiven," he said amusedly, "idiot."

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carolineworld · 4 years ago

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“I thought I lost you” A Zoenne Fanfiction.

Chapter two: What the hell is going on?

IN AO3

Everything is black, silent, and frozen. He is grabbing his phone so tightly, making his knuckles white. His phone is close to his ear and hears the man talking, but he’s not listening. He doesn’t hear anything, he doesn’t see anything, he doesn’t feel anything. The only thing in his head is “Your fianceé has been involved in a car accident” and nothing more.

“Sir, can you hear me?” The policeman’s voice wakes him up from his state of shock.

“Yeah, I can hear him. Where are they? In which hospital? Can I see them? How did it happen?” He anxiously asks, panic in his voice, his head spinning, his eyes filled with tears.

“I’m going to ask you to calm down. I know it is really difficult right now but you need to be calm.” It is difficult. He has just told him that his beloved Zoë has had a car accident, a fucking car accident, and he’s telling him to calm down.

“I just need to know they are okay. Once I know that then I’ll calm down. Just tell me where they are and what happened, please.” His voice is rough, filled with anger, and terror. He feels freezing, the cold air of a March night making him aggressively shiver. He hears the officer sign, and he’s so close to starting screaming at him that he has to physically close his mouth so nothing comes out of it.

“His fianceé and friend are in the AZ Monica Antwerpen Hospital, both with really severe injuries. I believe you can see them, but when the diagnosis is done. We have some hypotheses on what could have happened in the accident but we are currently under investigation, so in a couple of days we will know exactly-”

“Okay, thank you very much, officer, have a good night.” He hung up the call, knowing what he has to do and what he needs to know. He’s not always this rude but in his state of shock and panic he does not want to waste any time.

But he just doesn’t know what to do. Yeah, the best answer is to go to the hospital, see if Amber and Zoë are okay, talk to the girls to find out what happened, but he can’t move.

He’s completely numb, frozen in the spot. His mind is racing like crazy, coming to conclusions, and thinking of the worst scenarios. He feels the air getting thicker and thicker, his head is starting to hurt and his eyes are getting watery. He’s starting to hyperventilate, his hands are starting to sweat and he just doesn’t know what to do, or say.

He’s having a panic attack. It’s so common to him, to suffer them and to see Zoë suffer them, so he knows exactly what’s happening to him. They are used to helping each other whenever it happens, they are used to having the other one there, close and helping, but now that she’s not there, he feels like dying.

He hears his name in the distance, he feels hands over him, gently slapping his cheeks so he ‘’wakes up’’ from his state of panic, but he can’t talk, or see.

“Senne! Come on, man, you are scaring me. What’s wrong, man? What’s happening?” He hears Luka yelling at him, shaking his shoulder to get a response, and even though he wants to answer, to explain to him that everything is wrong, that he could lose everything, nothing comes out of his mouth, as if he had no voice.

He just notices that all his boys are with him. He doesn’t know how much time has passed since he went out of the club to answer the call, but it must have been a while if the boys have noticed that he didn’t come back. They are all there, worried about him and his panic self when they should be partying and celebrating. They are there with him, trying to make him talk, to calm him down, to understand what happened.

“Why is he so pale? What the hell is going on?” Milan asks, being more visibly nervous than the other ones.

“I have no freaking idea, but Jana is texting me, so maybe she knows something.” And suddenly, he’s not the only one who’s pale anymore, cause Robbe’s rosy cheeks from the heat of the club go completely white after reading what it looks like in Jana's text.

“Robbe, not you too, what’s going on? What did Jana say?” Sander asks, grabbing Robbe’s face.

Robbe’s watery eyes meet Senne’s, and he already knows what Robbe read in the text. He sees Robbe say “Senne, is it true?” and all he can do is nod before seeing Robbe cry like a baby.

“Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going one? Cause Senne doesn’t respond to anything and is white as a paper and now Robbe is crying, so something really heavy must be going on.”

And in between sobs and hiccups, Robbe explains what happens, or at least what Jana knows and Robbe has been able to put together: “Jana asked me if I know something about Zoë and Amber, cause they left Zoë’s bachelorette party three hours ago with Zoë’s car and they haven’t come back yet.”

“Well, have you tried to call them? I’m sure they are okay.”

“That’s the thing, Jens, they don’t answer, none of them answer their phones, Jana has a bad feeling, and Senne just confirmed it, so no, they are not okay.”

After that everything is sad faces and a few gasps, along with hands covering faces and angry tears. No one does nothing, no one says nothing. Moyo and Daniel -one of Senne’s uni friends- sit on the parking lot’s floor, Jens lits up a cigarette, Robbe and Sander hug while the rest remain silent.

Minutes pass by with no changes. Senne is still trying to control his breath and stop his mind, even though nothing helps. Some of the boys are looking at the sky, others on the floor, some of them are trying to communicate with each other without talking, but everything is still like five minutes ago. It’s not until Aaron wakes them up from their silent state with fear in his eyes.

“Wait, you said Amber too? You said Amber was in the car with Zoë?” With fear and tears in his eyes, he walks closer to Senne, looks at him in the eyes, and asks again: “You said Amber was in the car? You said that, right, I heard you.”

Aaron was and never has been violent, or frightening. He’s the cool and funny dude that makes everyone laugh, he’s the guy that is always positive and tries to solve every situation thinking rationally. But now his girlfriend might be in danger, and Amber is Aaron’s whole world, so Senne understands his exasperation and frustration. He understands cause he feels the same way, the only difference is that Aaron expresses his fear and anger yelling, and Senne panics.

Receiving no answer from him, Aaron turns to Robbe and asks again: “Robbe, you said Amber was with Zoë? Did I hear that right? Cause if it’s true I don’t know what the fuck we are doing here doing absolutely nothing when my girlfriend and his fianceé are hurt in a freaking car accident!”

Aaron’s yell makes Senne shut his eyes, panic rising. Car accidents are his biggest fear, being the cause of every bad thing that happened to him in the past.

If you know him, you know he loves cars, racing on the road, feeling the speed. He has several cars, one of them being a high end one, the Maserati he bought as a “self-present” when he finished college. He loves going karting, he loves to drive, cause he is the one in control. When he was involved in a car accident at the age of eleven he wasn’t driving, for obvious reasons, but it happened when he was not in control.

That’s another thing he loves, being in control. Cause then if something bad happens, it’s his fault, it’s on him, cause he was the one controlling the situation. That’s the reason why he never lets anyone drive him anywhere, not even a taxi or an Uber, not even his boys, not even Zoë. And now Zoë and Amber have been involved in a car accident because he wasn’t driving and that thought is driving him nuts.

“Okay, Senne, we have to start moving.” He’s woken up by Max’s voice and a pat in his back. “I know this is difficult for you, but we have to know what’s going on, okay? How did you know what happened? How did you find out?”

“Police called” his voice was rough as if it was painful to talk. His throat is dry and he feels dizzy. “Said that they are severely injured”

“What hospital, Senne? I need to see if Amber it’s okay” Aaron is being impatient, and annoyingly pushy. And he understands him, he does, but he cannot put himself to move.

“AZ Monica Antwerpen Hospital”

“Okay, let’s go”

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lonicompound · 5 years ago

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80 Octet-Themed Dialogue Prompts

how could i have made prompt lists for the other malloysicals but not this one? anyway since last month, i’ve been replaying octet again and again, those harmonies are so, so, Good.

note: prompts can also be used aside from dialogue i just put the word dialogue there because personally, i struggle with dialogue.

“I danced like a beautiful fool one time, some time.”

“There is a monster, and I am a monster.”

“It’s starting to get to me.”

“I was okay once, I can be okay again.”

“I’ve not gone crazy just yet.”

“I know what helps, and I know what hurts.”

“I had been doing really good, you know?”

“I had an urge and I said, ‘Why not? One peek won’t hurt.’”

“Fuck context, right?”

“Is that my face?”

“Just refresh. Make my head feel clean.”

“But we all have to come back, so I came back.”

“The mob never forgets. The mob never forgives.”

“No, you’ve no fucking idea what you’re talking about!"

“It’s hard to get close to new people now. I don’t go out much.”

“I don’t think we’re wired to handle this.”

“No one around can stop me.”

“Someone’s bitchin’ but I don’t care.”

“Watch the numbers go up.”

“Did you know how much mathematics you can get involved in the games I play?”

“But they’ll never ever know how dark it gets.”

“I am merely coasting through the world.”

“I don’t care if I die. How else could I be wasting so much time?”

“We don’t sleep well, my husband and I.”

“He doesn’t take care of himself.”

“God, I wish he would scream.”

“What if you let something go? Just for the night, would that be alright?”

“All those suffering souls that you cannot control, and you invite them all in our bed?”

“Well, what if I’m not big enough to take in so much pain?”

“It beats on my brain, I am going insane.”

“I am going insane, right here, in this bed, next to you.”

“You’d see it if you weren’t so lost in the stale pale glow.”

“Yesterday, I heard someone somewhere did something somewhat awful.”

“Are you outraged?”

“I am obsessed with my monster.”

“It’s a new kind of monster.”

“Will the monster finally go too far?”

“As you watch the monster, it digs deeper in your brain.”

“Your practice makes you master of the monster.”

“Your brain is chemically changed.”

“I am sane, and I am telling you, the monster is real. And we’re in trouble.”

“I am the most miserable man that you can imagine.”

“I could be so good at love.”

“Do other people get to feel this all the time? Woah...”

“I can’t hold on.”

“When will I get lucky? When will I get my shot?”

“I just have to turn it on, fall into the screen, and I’m gone.”

“No one fucking honors that!”

“There’s no fucking equivalency here.”

“So anyway, I’m doing good. Mostly limiting my time.”

“I guess I’m seeing a lot of grays right now.”

“It’s just a matter of digging a little deeper, just a matter of getting underneath what’s up in there.”

“You think you know anything? Seriously?”

“Have you seen the code?” “No, no one sees the code, we are not in control.”

“It’s all fucking rigged.”

“We don’t get the figures. We don’t get the reports. All we get are scraps, man.”

“Expand your thinking, how do you distinguish between good and bad?”

“Focus. Follow the crumbs.”

“First, they poisoned the water, then they poisoned the sky. And now, it’s our minds.”

“We’re all getting stupider, man! I can feel it.”

“Believe in your bones that we’re riding the greatest timeline in existence.”

“I feel very far from myself right now and I don’t trust myself anymore.”

“It’s all sort of the same thing to me right now.”

“I’m sorry about last night, this is probably a more normal way to talk to you.”

“I can do some things, but I’m not sure if I’m actually God. I was hoping you could run some tests, and see if these are miracles?”

“We had hypotheses.”

“Breathe and sing with me, and drink your tea.”

“Give yourself a little bit of time and a little bit of space.”

“Only once you’re bored out of your mind will you see the monster’s face.”

“For so long, I saw myself so badly.”

“She noticed me from across the sea.”

“I just have to trust where my heart goes.”

“She says there is light inside me. But sometimes, all I see are the shadows.”

“You fool, it’s all within yourself.”

“And I found her, and she found me, in the lonely ugly chaos of the Internet.”

“This ugly thing lets me sing so beautiful.”

“There is a field, I will meet you there.”

“Let the morning hours pass, ‘til the words you and I fall away, and there’s nothing left to say.”

“There were never two things. There is only one thing.

“Don’t go back to sleep.”

#cw:#swearing #octet musical #dave malloy #writing prompts #lyric prompts #sentence starter #writing #dialogue ideas #prompts

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ikevampeventarchive · 5 years ago

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[ERS] Expose His Heart ～ Arthur

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Upon touching Arthur, you’ve somehow gained the ability to read his mind?! Normally frivolous and easygoing as the wind, what his heart conveys to you are earnest feelings of affection....

The moment you touch upon the emotions hidden in Arthur’s heart, is the moment you come to understand a deep, deep love.

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[This is an unofficial work based on fan-translation. Copyright belongs to Cybird.]

Warning: Spoilers Underneath.

Route Summary:

Common Route

As the weather grows colder as winter approaches, the story starts with MC heading home after finishing some shopping that Sebastian tasked her with. She thinks to herself that it really does get cold after the sun sets as she puts away the spices. While she does this, she spots Arthur’s usual mug, and decides to make some coffee for him since he was probably still working.

She delivers the coffee, and Arthur thanks her and remarks that Sebastian works her quite hard. She’s surprised that Arthur managed to figure out what happened, and he explains that he noticed her fingers are cold when she handed over the coffee, as well as that the scent of spices still clung to her a bit, and went from there. MC thinks to herself that Arthur’s deduction skills are as impressive as ever, and Arthur pulls her onto his lap, hugging her.

Arthur: If we sit like this, both of us can warm each other up, so it’s two birds with one stone, no?

MC: But I’m still in the middle of work….

Arthur: Even Sebas will approve of taking a break once in a while.

Arthur: Besides…. Though you’re complaining, you’re not leaving.

They’re so close to each other that MC blushes at the proximity. MC looks over at Arthur’s desk, and notices a coin with a strange pattern on it. She asks Arthur what it is, and he replies that it’s a so-called “wish granting coin” that he won from another patron at the bar. He continues, saying that it doesn’t really seem to be real, since his wish didn’t come true. MC gets curious and asks what wish he made, but Arthur teases, avoiding the question and instead challenging her to a game. They’ll flip the coin and whichever side lands face up, wins. MC chooses first, going with heads, and Arthur then takes tails. Arthur flips the coin, and it lands on tails.

The two of them go back and forth for a bit, MC saying that she wants a rematch, while Arthur jokes and says that he even planned on telling her so thoroughly too. Eventually MC leaves to get back to work, and Arthur tosses her the coin, saying that it’s her prize for participating in the game and that she could try and make a wish, though he’s doubtful that the rumors are real.

In the hallway, MC thinks over their conversations, and feels frustrated at how Arthur always seems to read her so easily, while she doesn’t always know what he’s thinking, though she also knows that there are parts of Arthur’s heart that are still locked away. She then looks at the coin in her hand, and makes a wish to be able to know what Arthur’s thinking, though she quickly qualifies that wish with a humorous quip of doubt.

The next morning, MC was walking down the hallway after finishing her work, when someone suddenly hugged her from behind. She turns around and finds Arthur, exclaiming that she didn’t expect him to be there. Arthur jokes, asking that she wouldn’t do this with anyone else, would she? And suddenly MC starts hearing Arthur’s voice remaking that his lover is truly adorable. MC demures, and now it’s Arthur’s turn to be shocked, wondering to himself whether or not he truly said that aloud.

Arthur then pressed their foreheads together and checks MC’s temperature, musing to himself that she isn’t sick. At that moment, Dazai walks through the hallway and asks if the two of them are fighting. Arthur thinks to himself that Dazai ruined a good moment between him and MC, and leaves to take care of business in town after promising with MC to meet in his room later tonight. Throughout this conversation, MC figures out that she could read Arthur’s mind if they’re touching each other. After Arthur leaves, she decides to test out if this is really true, and awkwardly grabs Dazai’s hand. She can’t hear anything from him, and asks Dazai what he was thinking. He teases her a bit, saying that he was thinking about writing in his journal about how assertive she was, though he quickly moves the topic back to her, asking MC why she looks so disoriented, offering to listen to her worries. MC decides to confide in Dazai, and they move to the living room to talk.

MC: — So as things stand, I’ve somehow became able to read Arthur’s thoughts.

Dazai: …. I see. A coin that grants wishes, huh….

Dazai: However, even if you wished to know what’s in Arthur’s heart, I’m not sure if that could truly come true.

Dazai: Because he has many parts of his heart that cannot be seen, no matter how much you try.

MC and Dazai both agree with this statement, and MC worries about what she should do from now on, as well as how she would go about telling Arthur. Dazai interjects, saying that while troubling, this is also an unprecedented chance to win in a game against Arthur.

Dazai: Unforeseen circumstances are to take advantage of, don’t you agree?

Dazai: Don’t you want to see what face Arthur makes when he loses?

The scene then cuts to later that night, where MC is standing in front of Arthur’s room holding a deck of cards. She wavers for a few moments, but then musters up the courage to knock on Arthur’s room and invite him for a game of cards. He readily agrees, saying that he was thinking of how he wanted to see right at that moment too. However, Arthur’s desk was covered with manuscripts at the moment, and the two of them relocated to the lounge.

As they discuss the game, MC suggests playing old maid, thinking that it’s a simple enough game, and she’ll be able to win since she is also able to read is mind. The wager stands that if MC wins, Arthur will tell her the wish he made earlier, while if Arthur wins, he has something he wants to check with her. They agree to the terms, and Arthur begins shuffling and distributing the cards.

Both of them pick up their allocated cards, and MC then asks Arthur if she could hold Arthur’s hand. He agrees, outwardly looking as unruffled as ever, but when MC touches him, once again she is able to hear his thoughts.

Arthur: …. Is this some sort of psychological battle?

Arthur: If she keeps being so cute, I might just end up losing.

(.... Huh?)

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Sweet End:

When our feelings are conveyed, we once again come to know each other a little better....

“The one who falls in love first loses; I guess it was true after all.”

—

The game ends with MC winning, and she’s shocked at the turn of events. Arthur easily brushes off the loss, saying that he doesn’t mind losing if it’s to her. This proves to be another surprise, and Arthur asks her what’s wrong when he notices her expression. MC admits that she thought he would be more frazzled by the loss.

Arthur: … In truth, I thought I’d be more frustrated, too. But when I saw how you smiled when you won, I didn’t care anymore.

Arthur: Though really, I never thought a day like this would come. The one who falls in love first loses; I guess that was true after all.

Hearing Arthur’s earnest thoughts towards her, MC admits that she did something bad to him. With a complete poker face, he slowly leans over the table to look at her face, and just when MC thinks he’s angry, he kisses her. The moment they kiss, MC hears Arthur’s thoughts once more.

Arthur: Something bad, like reading someone else’s thoughts?

MC startles at this, and when Arthur pulls back, asks him how he knew. Arthur starts explaining that while he had come up with many hypotheses as to why she was acting strange, and being able to read thoughts was one of those possibilities. MC then asks him why he let her win, to which he says that if he revealed that he suspected such during the game, that would make his victory void, and instead of a game of cards, it was more of a game to confirm “whether the secret MC has is the fact that she can see through my thoughts.”

MC is disappointed at the turn of events, and wonders if how he thought about her being cute earlier was false, and that he was thinking of something else — or rather, the opposite. Arthur says that those thoughts were actually genuine, and pulls her into his arms. His thoughts pick up the explanation, saying that because even though he had such a hypothesis, he didn’t know the caveat of MC needing to be in contact with him to read his thoughts. MC reacts with surprise, and Arthur teases her, calling her a pervert for peeking.

They eventually went on to talk about the reason why MC wanted to read Arthur’s thoughts in the first place, and Arthur says that she needn’t make such a wish, because his thoughts when he’s with her are simple.

Arthur: I love you. So much so that I’d show all of myself to just you — that I wouldn’t ever mind losing to you.

Hearing this, MC realizes the depths of Arthur’s affection and how he’s always thinking about her, and her well-being. Touched by this confession, she thanks him. The conversation then turns to how to get rid of the mind-reading ability, to which Arthur admits that he thought she was acting strange this morning, and had gone to ask the original owner of the coin about it’s supposed magical properties, as well as how to undo any wishes that have been made. MC connects the dots, and realize that this was the “important business” that he had to take care in town earlier. She is once again warmed by how Arthur is always thinking of her well-being, and thanked him again.

MC then makes a wish on the coin to reverse the wish, and they confirm that she can no longer hear Arthur’s thoughts. She says that she can’t peek into his heart, but she feels like she gained a better understanding of his mind. Arthur teases her, saying that her wish is granted, so now it’s her turn to grant his wish. MC thinks about how much she loves him, so much so that she’ll continue losing to him in the future as well.

The game ends with a kiss to both winners.

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Premium End

His truest thoughts, delivered directly from his heart to yours....

“I love you so much, it drives me crazy wanting to get my hands on you.”

From where your skin overlaps, love continues to endlessly overflow —.

—

They begin playing, and Arthur begins to flirt with MC, asking if the card game was just an excuse, and that she was seducing him. When she denies this, he then wonders if holding his hand had any other reason, and places a kiss on the back of MC’s hand, saying that if she says it’s nothing, then he won’t question it further.

The game continues on, and as MC picks her last card, she’s surprised that it wasn’t the same card as what Arthur’s thoughts told her — thus the game concludes in MC’s loss.

Arthur notices her shock, and starts confronting her about the situation, first asking why it seems like her outburst sounded like she was confident he wouldn’t win. He corners her in her seat after getting up from his, and touches her arm, mentally questioning her if she had read his mind. MC doesn’t say anything, but her expression was confirmation enough. She ends up asking him how he knew, and Arthur walks her through his thought process.

When they ran into each other that morning, MC was incredibly flustered, which meant that the highest possibility would be related to the coin he gave her last night. If she was so surprised, then that only would have meant that she made a wish, but never thought it would come true until that moment. However, it was only a hypothesis, and he only knew for certain when she came knocking at his door that night.

Arthur then hugs MC in his arms, and she confirms all his theories. When she asks how he had tricked her, he replies that since she’s reading his thoughts, he could also change what he was thinking about. However, there were also things he didn’t change. MC questions this, and Arthur sulks.

Arthur: For example, like when you suddenly held my hand out of nowhere. And besides, this morning at lunch. Back then, I just thought it was a coincidence; there was no way I could’ve diverted my thoughts then.

MC flashes back to his past thoughts, and realizes that even though he appeared calm on the surface, Arthur was always thinking of her and being affected by her actions deep down. Arthur then asks if she really wanted to read his thoughts that much, and when MC confirms, seems to think about something for a moment before asking her to stand up.

When she does, Arthur hugs her close and says that even though he won, he’ll tell her what he wished for with the coin.

Arthur: The thing I wished for was… your happiness.

MC: … Huh?

Arthur: It’s foolish, isn’t it? A mystery author making a wish on such a dubious thing as a wish-granting coin.

Arthur: But… that too, is what I’d do for you.

(Arthur….)

MC: That wish, the reason why nothing has happened… is probably because it had already been granted.

Arthur: What ...?

MC: When I’m with you like this, Arthur, I’m already plenty happy. Your wish, it’s already a reality.

Hearing this, Arthur blushed and pulls MC into a passionate kiss.

Arthur: Seriously, you’re so cute and precious to me… I’m having a bit of a hard time with these feelings. You probably don’t know, but I'm someone who is always losing to you.

Even through the heat building between them, Arthur’s sweet thoughts are conveyed to MC. When they break away, MC asks Arthur how to undo the wish, to which he says that he knows of a method, but won’t tell her just yet. After all, since her wish was granted, they should take advantage of this opportunity to let her thoroughly experience his thoughts.

Things start to get heated as Arthur begins to kiss down MC’s neck and caress her through her clothes, when MC questions the choice in setting. Arthur reassures her that no one will come, and she quickly figures out that this was what he intended back when he locked the door! Once again hearing Arthur’s thoughts, MC hears his passionate thoughts.

And thus, two hearts overlap, dyed in a sweet and lewd love — ….

Note: This is where the paid Epilogue starts.

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Sweet intimacy deepens the love between your overlapping hearts... —

Arthur: How adorable. So much so that I could positively just eat you up.

MC: Arthur, are you really okay with this? Having all your thoughts bared to me, that is.

(Most people would dislike having their private thoughts revealed to others...)

When I said that, Arthur leaned away slightly, planting a kiss on my lips.

Arthur: ... Having my thoughts read by you probably wouldn’t be so bad. In fact, you being able to do so makes me a little more excited.

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always5hineee · 4 years ago

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Profit Margin- Chapter 4: Intricacies of Man

Chapter warnings: Mild language

Word count: 1371

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Hendery. She didn't want to see him, and he sure as hell didn't want to see her. She was unsure as to whether he would even respond to her, but she owed it to Kun to at least try. She had no intention of helping him escape. If anything, she wanted to find a way to pin all of their crimes on him. God knew he deserved it. Walking towards the back of the room, she noted his figure in the last cell on the left. She didn't know whether she was relieved or disappointed to see him alone, leaning over with a stern look on his face.

He looked pale and tense, chest just barely moving with each breath. His frame was a bit weaker than it had been the night before- maybe he hadn't eaten? Whatever, what did she care? She tapped on the bars to get his attention. He didn't look over, only mentioning that he didn't want to answer any questions.

"Hendery." She said sternly. His eyes twitched slightly, reacting to her voice in almost aversion. His head turned slowly to face her, as if he didn't want to believe what his ears were telling him. She wasn't here. She couldn't be here. He tried to keep his expression still as he addressed her- thankfully, she didn't notice anything off.

"Ah. Y/N. Should I ask when our court date is?"

"I don't know. I haven't spoken to Kun's lawyers yet."

"Kun's..." He said, eyes shifting to the side. "Is he trying to ge us killed? Why would he offer you a lawyer?"

"He needs me to contact them for you."

"You're lying."

"I'm not." He glared upwards, standing to face her as he walked to the bars. She wanted to back up, the hatred radiating off his frame sinking into her very being.

"Why would you do that?"

"It's none of your business. Either way, I'm here to give you the cover story. If you don't take it, it's not my problem, you'll just be thrown into a mental facility or something." His eyes looked up and down her body, although she wasn't exactly sure why. Once they were done snaking her frame, they moved to attempt a glance down the hall.

"I suppose I'll believe you for hypotheses' sake. What's the plan?" She hesitantly repeated most of what Kun mentioned to her, leaving out anything that she felt was irrelevant to him. He had a clear distaste in the suggestion that her and Lucas were in a relationship, or potentially the idea that he was defending the man from her. She wanted to ask what the fuck he was thinking, but she had already made up her mind. He was insane, that's all there was to it. As she was finishing up, she heard a male voice calling down the hall.

"Miss? Miss!" As the original man rounded the corner, he asked,

"Oh! How did you get all the way down there?"

"I-I was going to talk to Hendery."

"Have you yet?"She looked to him. He gave a slight shake of his head and a warning glance as the man approached.

"N-No."

"Oh... Would you like too?" She received no indication from Hendery, but she couldn't afford to fake a conversation in front of the man.

"A-actually, do you mind if I speak to the interviewer again?" She requested, ready to put the plan into action as soon as possible. "There's... there's something I want to tell him." This surprised the man, but he had clearly been informed of the chances of this happening.

"Of course, right this way. He's waiting for you in his office." So he was already expecting her confession. Clearly she was not as proficient of a liar as she had hoped. This was her chance to throw him off the trail, though. It's not likely that a liar would agree to confess another lie. That was her hope, at least.

When she arrived in the man's office, he first asked her if she'd like to completely record the tape. He assured her that she could erase the tape herself and start fresh, the prior statements completely off the record. He assured her that he wanted these 'degenerates' brought to justice just as much as she did. Thankfully, the stress was causing her to cry, helping her performance even more.

"I-I'm so sorry I lied before." She was bawling, rubbing her eyes like the fragile woman she needed to pretend to be.

"It's quite alright, you have your chance now."

"I-" She pretended to collect herself, breathing in deeply with a short sob. "I was telling the truth when I said I ran away." He seemed confused at this. The whole reason he had agreed to this was for her admission of kidnapping, her undiagnosed Stockholm. So why was she insisting upon her initial actions? "B-but I lied about where I ran to..." Interesting... so was she also involved in the kidnappings?

"Continue?"

"I-I'm childhood friends with Kun. I knew he was in the area, a-and I needed a place to stay, get away for a bit. I... I knew he was in WayV, but I was just expecting him t-to be living alone. I offered to leave when I met the rest of the band, but he let me stay." Pretending to be embarrassed, she looked towards the ground. "I- I kind of had a crush on Lucas." Just saying it devastated her. She started crying profusely. Certain that he was familiar with the man's injuries, she assumed it wouldn't be suspicious, but her motives were completely different than his expectations.

"I'm sorry for your pain. Although, may I ask where you're going with this?" Sniffling, she pretended to be distraught.

"I- Lucas and I started dating. We had to keep it under the radar, of course, since he was famous, b-but it was really nice. He's a sweetheart. Then there was the problem of my boyfriend."

"Your boyfriend, as in Lucas?"

"N-no, my ex. W-we only dated for a little bit, and I started getting bad vibes, so I ended it before things got to serious. He wasn't happy with it at all. I'm not sure how, but he found me. Once he found out that I was dating Lucas, well..." Her head dipped as she made little slashing motions across her arms. "He quickly figured out that they were WayV, so he started stealing their money and killing people with the same names as them as some sort of warning." It was clear that the man hadn't made the name connection prior, making her argument all the more believable.

"Hendery was out at the time, so when he returned to find h-his band member all messed up, he immediately suspected me. I-" This part would be hard for her to say. "I don't blame him, I'm the newest, after all. He had good intentions. He was only carrying a weapon because he thought I was dangerous and wanted to defend himself."

The interviewer ws now heartily confused at this point, almost preferring the original denial to this new one. He was confident in a lawyer's ability to take down her initial argument, but... but this? What was going on? He had no time to verify the credibility of this statement. He could subject all the members to a blind test, but they could refuse to take it. In addition, they may have already agreed on a fake story. This was going downhill for him quickly. Sighing, he rose .

"Thank you for your honesty, Miss Y/N. You are free to return home. I'd ask that you refrain from returning to your temporary home, but I have no legal basis for it, so I cannot stop you. I will warn you that we will soon have a search warrant, though, so maybe take your showers sooner rather than later."

His final statements left a bitter taste in her mouth as she left, already panicking with the amount of work she had to complete. She didn't know why, but this was for them. It had to succeed.

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perspective-series · 6 years ago

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A Third Perspective (10)

By: @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: Fear, panic, and unwanted touching/grabbing.

(Check the reblog for the links to the previous chapters!)

Logan was tense the entire drive home. He could feel Virgil’s curled up form in his pocket, but fought the urge to check even in the safety of his car. Anyone could peer through the windows and that would only end in disaster. No, it was best to wait until he was safe in the privacy of his own apartment. Of course, this logic did not lessen Logan’s unease.

Finally, Logan pulled up to the apartment building. He grabbed his bag and locked his car, heading up to the fourth floor. Putting his key into the lock, it took a few tries before Logan successfully felt the key turn. He entered the apartment, relief flooding through him.

Now safe, Logan pulled the borrower out into the light.

Patton tried his best to dodge the hand, but it was impossible to do in the pocket. He squirmed in the grasp as he was brought out in front of the human. Patton shook as their eyes met. He couldn’t believe he had been caught a second time. Two humans knowing about him was really bad. And unlike with Roman, he wasn’t sure of this human’s intentions.

Logan blinked, for a moment so shocked that he merely stood there gaping like a fish.

“I...you’re not Virgil.” Logan finally managed to form coherent words.

Patton froze at the human’s words. “V-Virgil? You...You know Virgil?” Patton’s eyes suddenly started to glance around the apartment, trying to find a trace of his best friend. His heart dropped as he realized that meant that Virgil too, had been found and caught by a human. He hoped he was doing alright.

“Yes, but I don’t know you.” Logan frowned, thrown off by this addition of a new subject. It was fascinating to find another, especially when comparing this one’s behaviors to Virgil. Though the two may be similar in size, already Logan could tell the two were very different. “Who are you? How do you know Virgil?”

Patton took in a deep breath. “I’m Patton and Virgil is my best friend. So, where is he? What have you done with him? Why do you know him?” Normally, Patton wouldn’t talk to a human like that, but he would do anything for Virgil.

Logan leaned back, slightly surprised by this outburst. Perhaps Virgil and Patton weren’t so different after all.

“I would appreciate if you kept your accusations to a minimum,” Logan said sternly, a bit peeved that after the whole fiasco of a meeting this morning, this was the thanks he received.

Patton shook at the look he received but reminded himself this was about Virgil and pushed on. “Tell me where he is! I swear if you’ve hurt him…” He trailed off as he struggled against the grip again. He knew he wasn’t in a position to make any sort of threat to a human, but when it came to Virgil he would try his best to appear threatening.

“I haven’t hurt him,” Logan assured the little guy, re-adjusting his grip to ensure the subject wouldn’t fall. “But...I’m not actually sure where he is, as of this particular moment.” Logan’s mind began to replay the incident in the hall, when Logan first noticed Virgil’s absence. “Wait a moment, how did you end up in my pocket anyway?”

Patton let out a small sigh of relief, happy to hear that Virgil hadn’t been hurt and even happier to know that the human didn’t know where he was. That must mean Virgil escaped, right? Patton then blinked at the question. “W-Well...When Roman ran into you. I fell out of his bag and that’s when you picked me up.” Patton answered.

“Roman…” Logan muttered. He wasn’t familiar with the name. Logan headed to his bedroom.

“So…” Patton started as the human took him to what appeared to be his bedroom. “Now that that’s all settled, can you let me go now?” Patton asked, hoping this human will be easier to convince than Roman. Once he was back in the walls, he would be able to find Virgil and then the both of them could move to another building. Away from the two human’s who knew about them.

Logan rolled his eyes. Not this again. He set Patton down on the desk. It would have been helpful to have the beaker again, but it was still in the kitchen and time was of the essence.

“Stay.” Logan instructed, putting a hand palm up to gesture staying as well. With his other hand, he put down his bag and pulled out his laptop, beginning to get it booted up.

Patton, while happy to be free of the grip, flinched when the human commanded him to stay. Somehow, this human seemed a lot more intimidating than Roman and so, Patton stayed. But that didn’t mean he was going to stay silent. The human hadn't told him to be quiet after all.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Research,” Logan answered, typing in his password. The screen glinted off his glasses slightly. “Do you know Roman’s last name? Or any other identifying features, really. His major, his class schedule, things like that.”

“Oh, uh, I-I’m not sure,” Patton said truthfully. “I mean, I know he was on his way to um…’biology’? this morning.” Patton said, shrugging. He was pretty sure that’s what Roman said.

“Why?” Patton didn’t understand why the human needed to know those things about Roman. Was...Was he going to give him back? Patton suddenly regretted telling him about Roman.

“That much is obvious, it is the biology building.” Logan huffed. “And I need more information than that, I’m trying to track him down. Was it biology 101? 102? 204?”

“I-I don’t know...He didn’t tell me.” Patton spoke, shaking. The human was annoyed, which wasn’t good.

“Okay.” Logan let out a terse sigh, beginning to search through the classes currently happening at the building to try and narrow down the search himself. “Do you know anything else about him then? How did you end up in his possession?”

Patton thought for a minute, hoping he could come up with something so the human wouldn’t be angry with him. “I know he likes Disney?” Roman had been pretty vocal about that. “And uh...he found me last night when I tried to watch TV…”

“Hmm.” Logan could tell there was very little information that Patton could directly provide at this point, so he would just have to go after some logical hypotheses. Again. “Patton, where are you from?”

Patton thought about not answering that particular question, but again, he did not want to annoy this human. And it seemed that this human was the type to get annoyed if he was not answered. “I’m from...um, the uh, fifth floor?” Patton said, not knowing how else to describe it.

“The fifth floor?” Logan’s eyebrows furrowed at the vague explanation. Then realization dawned on him. He turned to look at Patton, momentarily forgoing the research. “Wait, are you referring to the fifth floor of this building?”

Patton nodded, cowering a little as the human’s gaze turned to him.

Logan turned back to his computer, closing out of the University page entirely. Instead, he pulled up the directory for his fellow apartments tenants, scowling as he recognized the face of the stranger from this morning on the page detailing the 5th-floor tenant.

“I take it this is your Roman, then?” Logan asked, pointing at the picture on the screen.

Patton nodded again. “Y-Yeah, that’s him.” Patton briefly wondered how the human had gotten Roman’s picture on that thing.

“I cannot believe you were found by this idiot.” Logan rolled his eyes. His upstairs neighbor often kept Logan up with 1 am children’s movies and distracted Logan’s study sessions by blasting various B-rated musicals. It was the reason Logan was awake last night before he discovered Virgil. “No surprise he was rushing to class, though. He’s never struck me as the prepared or remotely competent type. Of course, I hadn’t met him personally before today, but one learns to despise their obnoxiously loud neighbors regardless of knowing them face to face.”

“Uhhh….” Patton didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Still, this makes things a lot more convenient.” Logan leaned back in his chair, observing both Patton and the screen.

“It...does?” Patton questioned, wondering what the human meant. Was he going to...give him back to Roman?

“Of course.” Logan nodded. “Roman is our most likely lead to Virgil’s whereabouts. If he lives within this building, it should be relatively simple to reclaim him.”

Patton hummed, thinking back and realizing that it made sense that Roman would have him. He then blinked, before grinning. “Wait, you’re gonna help me get him back?” Maybe this human wasn’t so bad after all.

Logan considered Patton’s question for a moment. “Yes.” Logan finally decided. It wasn’t an incorrect statement. He did want the two to be reunited under his care, after all.

“Oh, thank you!” Patton exclaimed, practically bouncing up and down. “Honestly, I was starting to think I would never see him again…” Patton trailed off, frowning slightly.

“I wouldn’t fret.” Logan pulled the laptop back towards himself, continuing his research. “I am certain Virgil will be in our company again soon.”

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caranfindel · 6 years ago

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Recap/review 14.18: “Absence”

THEN: I am a Winchester! Which means I do awful and wonderful things! Like saving Sam (Saaaaaammmm!!!) and torturing Nick and doing Something Bad to Mary! And possibly losing my soul! Whoopsie!

NOW: Sam and Dean are just getting back to the bunker after the events of the previous episode. I assume they've given Donatello a ride home (which, as we've established, is x hours away), but maybe they stuck him in a cab like they did with Claire that one time. Maybe they found a car for him back at the abandoned warehouse. Sam drops his bag on the map table and they both start calling for Jack and Mary, but aren't too terribly concerned about them not being there. "They probably just stopped for a bite on the way back," Dean hypothesizes, when they settle in the library with a couple of beers. Um. Jack zapped them to Nick's cabin, didn't he? So what is on the "way back?" Are they going to zap to a McDonald's first? What is important is that Sam is still wearing that orange plaid shirt. And they're both pretty unperturbed, even for them, about what just happened.

Here's to another miraculous Sam Winchester survival. Gotta say, man, if Jack hadn't have healed you... you know, lately, it feels like we'd be up the creek without that kid. I mean, first he takes care of Michael, and then Nick...

I know, and he even got the blood out of my new orange plaid shirt, which means I can keep wearing it for this entire episode.

Yeah, I been meaning to talk to you about that. You've been adding a lot of orange to your wardrobe lately.

Just this shirt and that one jacket.

It's more orange than anyone needs. Sure, it fits you great, but so does that red and black plaid. Why don't you wear that shirt some more? Or that solid black shirt you have?

Sorry, but you know I'm a Texas fan. You're just going to have to put up with the orange.

At least I think that's how the conversation went. I could be remembering wrong.

I'm just saying. It's a lot of orange.

The point is, Dean appreciates Jack and recognizes everything he's done for them. Dean pulls out his phone to call her and they hear a buzzing, which is her phone, on the map table, right to Sam's bag. Sam, I know you're recently back from the dead (or near-dead) but it does seem like you would have noticed the phone there. (Also, how close is the library to war room? This makes it look like the map table is practically in the library.) Her keys are next to her her phone, and it's not until this very moment that I realize they didn't know she and Jack zapped to the cabin - they must have thought she and Jack drove there. Because obviously they didn't have a lot of conversation about it. Even though they had a long drive back and it does seem like Sam would have called his mother and asked how their end went.

Anyway. They're perturbed now. Sam tries to call Jack and we see him, staring, ignoring Sam's call.

Title card! (ha ha, I forgot we were still in the Now.)

The guys are making phone calls to all their contacts, and Sam reports Rowena has a spell that might be able to track Jack down. Oh, I love that Sam calls Rowena for help. LOVE IT. Dean gets a call from Cas and gives him the scoop. "Were they together?" Cas asks. “Alone?" Cas looks more Cassy than usual, and then tells Dean about the snake. "I don't think Jack is well, Dean," he says. Dean hangs up on him, which seems kind of rude, but neither he nor Sam act like the snake story is particularly significant. Then Sam gets the brilliant idea to track Jack's phone. (Sidebar: Should Cas be able to use his angelic powers to locate Mary and/or Jack? Discuss.)

Sam fires up the phone tracking website and expositions that they should be able to track him as long as his phone has power. (Listen, guys. You need Find My Friends. Best parent app EVER. It locates him in Nepal, but then he immediately appears in Peru. "Jack's flying," Sam says.

Eventually Jack tires of Paris and Lima and Madagascar and and flops to the ground back at the Cabin of Death, next to Nick's stolen truck. He pulls out his phone, revealing a low battery (so much for that plan, Sam) and several missed calls and messages from the rest of TFW 2.0. He has some flashbacks to happier times with Mary, and then in the background we notice someone standing on the porch of the cabin. They're wearing jeans, and their face is hidden in the darkness, and I'm open to the possibility that Jack actually zapped Mary somewhere instead of killing her (and according to the 14.17 poll, some of you are also open to this), so for a second I think it's going to be Mary standing there. But no.

On the TV:

Nick?

Hmm. Guess again. Hello, son.

At my house:

OH FUCK.

Sorry. I'm just really tired of him.

So, after Jack left to do more important things (Saaaaaaammmmmm!!!!), Lucifer made it back into the world? I mean, this is awful, but it would mean Lucifer is the Big Bad instead of Nick, so... not ALL awful? But it's not Lucifer either - "I'm your subconscious, or whatever," he says. Oh god, it's Hallucifer. Jack has his own version of Hallucifer, JUST LIKE HIS PRIMARY DAD. He's here to help, allegedly, though he doesn't seem all that helpful. "Buddy, you killed Mary Winchester. You cannot come back from that, and you know it." Well. I guess she's officially dead, then. Or is she? Where's the body? I mean, Hallucifer is just Jack's subconscious. So if Jack thinks he killed Mary, so does Hallucifer. That doesn't make it so. Jack tells Hallucifer that it was an accident, and he's all, sure, tell Sam and Dean that, I'm sure they'll understand. (It's funny because it's not true!)

Cut to the Winchesters, driving through the night. Sam expositions that Cas will meet them at the cabin (how do any of them even know where this cabin is?) and speculates that maybe Lucifer is behind whatever happened, not Jack. And maybe Jack thought he was being kind when he killed the snake. Because Sam is grasping for anything that exonerates his son (sob!). But Dean's not accepting it and doesn't want to talk about it. Then Sam's laptop or tablet or whatever he's using beeps with notification that Jack's signal has been lost. Uh oh. (So I guess that's how they found the cabin?) Oooh, yes, we actually get confirmation that it's in Longton "KA" (which doesn't exist and I suspect is supposed to be KS, SERIOUSLY, GUYS).

Longton KANSAS is 4.5 hours from Lebanon. In case anyone but me is curious.

When they get to the cabin, there's no sign of Jack or Mary or Hallucifer. Just the stolen truck. Sam goes inside and Dean looks outside and oh, who's going to be the one to find the body? First I'm sure it's going to be Sam, because there's a lumpy pile of blankets on the bed, but it must just be blankets, and Sam doesn't even look under them. He does find a body, but it's Nick, not Mary. And then I'm sure it's going to be Dean, because he comes across something disturbing outside and ignores Sam's calls. But what he found is... well, it's hard to see what it is in the dark. Apparently it's a blast zone. A big one.

Cas is sitting in his truck somewhere, having his own warm and fuzzy Mary flashback where she eats a candy bar after a hunt without washing her hands and refuses to let Cas heal her because she's still a little bit afraid of him. He tells her that, no matter what other things there are to deal with, Sam and Dean are glad she's here. "Finally they don't have to be so alone." Wow, that's a dumb thing to say. Mary agrees with me and says "Castiel, they were never alone. And if they were, me being here wouldn't fix that, since I'm always off doing other things." That's how I remember it, anyway. Reverie over, Cas gets out of the truck to face the music - he's at the Cabin of Death.

Inside, Sam is covering Nick's body. He and Dean have some concerned conversation about whether Nick deserved whatever Jack did to him and conclude that Jack must have made it as painful as possible or otherwise killed him in some inappropriate way. And there are very good, valid reasons for them to come to this conclusion. I mean, I can't think of them right now, after watching the episode twice and ruminating for several hours, but I'm sure something will come to me very soon. Let me just go check my Tumblr feed again. I bet they're there.

(Seriously. Nick looks like he was burned out by an angel. That's all.)

They're surprised when Cas walks in, because they didn't hear his giant truck or see his headlights in the dark Cabin of Death. They tell him they haven't found anything except the blast site that looks like something "angelic, but bigger." Dean theorizes that it could have been Lucifer, but Sam points out that Jack said he took care of Lucifer, and I'm not sure why they've reversed their positions. Because in the car, Sam was the one who thought it might have been Lucifer. Script mix-up? Someone brought Jensen the wrong pages? Anyway. Dean says "If he did something to her, if she is... then you're dead to me." Pointing as Cas, because Cas knew something was wrong with Jack. Well, that hardly seems fair. When he first told you the snake story, Dean, you didn't think it meant anything at all. But NOW, all of a sudden, it was some ironclad harbinger of doom?

"I was scared. I believed in Jack for so long. I believed that he was good. I knew that he would be good for the world. He was good for us. My faith in him, it never wavered, and then I saw what he did. It wasn't malice, it wasn't evil, it was like Jack saw a problem and he solved it, with that snake. What he did wasn't bad. It was the absence of good, and I saw that in him. But we were a family and I didn't want to lose that..."

And I'm going to stop here, because this is the most important part of Cas's speech. This is the core issue. Jack's not bad, he just might not be good either. He thought he was doing the right thing. And he's family. Is any of this familiar, Dean? Any of it at all? Cas also says that he wanted to "fix it" on his own, so he left and didn't tell anyone. Neither brother asks how he thought he was going to fix it, but I guess they'll get the story of the failed faux Samulet someday. Right now we just have Sam looking sad and guilty and Dean looking angry and guilty but mostly angry.

Sam's phone rings - it's Rowena. She says she was unable to scry Jack because "his energy is too unstable; it's like looking at the sun." And as for Mary? "I don't know what happened, or where she is, but I can tell you with certainty - Mary Winchester is no longer on this earth." At this point, I'm still ready to accept that she's been zapped to a different dimension. I mean, there's no body. But TFW accepts it as her being dead, and Dean starts throwing furniture and Sam is despondent and flinchy (and hoo boy, I love that combination.)

So what do we do?

What do we always do when we lose one of our own?

Bad things. Very bad things. He declares "we fight to bring them back." And they will call on Rowena, because "she's got the Book of the Damned; she's resurrected herself more times than we can count." (Not to quibble, but we've only seen her resurrected twice. You yourself have been resurrected more times than that, Dean.) He orders Cas to go to Heaven and find Mary, and orders Sam to tell Rowena they're on their way. Mmmm, angry bossy Dean. I like that combination too.

Another thing I like about this scene is that it's one of those times when Sam turns into the little brother. When he looks at Dean and asks "what do we do," because that's how this works.

So much to like.

We go to Rowena's place, and if you're wondering where she lives and how far it is from the Cabin of Death, you're not alone. She's working away on her spell, though it sounds like she says cumin so maybe it's actually a chili recipe, when someone bangs on her door. "That was fast," she says. But when she answers the door... oh god, it's Jack, and for the first time in this episode I actually feel some concern. DO NOT HURT HER, JACK. (Rowena, I apologize for not appreciating you when you first arrived on the scene. I adore you now and you must remain.)

She pretends she doesn't know what happened, asking if he's well and telling him 2/3 of his dads are looking for him. He admits he accidentally killed Mary by just thinking it for a second and oh, imagine how horrible that would be, if the awful things that popped into your mind for one second actually came to pass. Or maybe I have more intrusive thoughts than y'all do. Anyway. "I need to undo it," he says. "You need to help me undo it." She explains that the magic she normally uses has to be in place before you die, so he suggest the book (I adore the way she says book) and she tells him about the spell. It requires "enormous power" but simple ingredients that could probably be found in the bunker.

Someone bangs on the door again - it's Dean. Jack accuses her of stalling, but they only talked for like 90 seconds, so, okay. She asks him to talk to his "kin," but he grabs her arm. Sam kicks the door in (with hair in his face and yes it is hot) but it's too late - Jack has zapped her out.

Sadly, I have not found a gif yet, so this will have to do.

Cut to Cas at the Stairway to Heaven, calling for Naomi. No one responds.

Jack and Rowena appear in the bunker, and he pulls her along, but happens to notice some gouges in the floor. And now we get another flashback. Mary is trying to teach him how to handle a knife, and he keeps dropping it on the floor. She's all sweet and supportive and blah blah blah, and Jack says Dean will kill him for gouging the floor when they get him back, so this must be during the Michael!Dean period. Mary pulls the table over to cover the damaged floor, but who is that in the background? It's bearded Sam! Oh, long lost Beard of Despair! How I've missed you! (Is it fake? Is it real? Was this a deleted scene? Or did they plan for what was coming, and film this before he shaved it off? Does Jared just grow a beard that quickly? I DO NOT CARE.)

He feels bad for not being there for Jack while he was busy looking for Dean, and then he apologizes for complaining to her. But she's relieved not to be the only one with "parental guilt." Because they went through so much without her, and then things were "complicated" when she got back. "I'm just saying, parenting is always a struggle. You always feel like you're failing, but then you look at them, and somehow, they're amazing. Somehow, they're literally the bravest, kindest, most heroic men on the planet." Well, this is true. Very true. And I'm glad she's giving Sam the praise and validation he SO deserves but come on, Mary. What do you know about parenting? You did it for four years. When did you feel like you were failing six-month-old Sam?

YES, MARY, I WANT TO TOUCH IT TOO

Fade to Sam. Interesting that Jack's warm fuzzy flashback turned into Sam's. (It's because Sam is his primary dad! It is known!) They're still at Rowena's, and Dean is still ranting about Cas not telling them about the snake. EVEN THOUGH DEAN DIDN'T CARE ABOUT THE SNAKE WHEN CAS FIRST TOLD HIM.

Cas, Cas should have told us. As soon as he saw Jack going Dahmer on his stupid snake, he should have told us.

Dean, it wasn't just Cas. We knew Jack was dangerous. We always knew. Long before he killed Michael. You more than anyone. I mean, from the very beginning you knew. But, you know, we fell for him, because he had a good heart and a good soul. And then, he didn't. And that's on me, too, by the way. I mean, I'm the one that made the call to bring him back. He didn't ask for that. I decided for him. And you warned me.

Oooh. Sam. No. Because:

1) Dean didn't KNOW from the very beginning. He was, in fact, WRONG at the very beginning, when he thought Jack was evil. Jack was not evil, and you insisted on giving him a chance, and YOU WERE RIGHT. Jack becoming "evil" in the future (and he's not even EVIL, he's just naive and untrained and too powerful for his own good) wasn't anything Dean predicted.

b) Dean didn't exactly fight very hard to stop Sam from bringing Jack back. Seems like most of his concern was that it wouldn't work, not that it was a bad idea in and of itself.

Then Sam says "You know, after Maggie and the other hunters died, I just left. I just dumped Jack on Cas and left." Well, I'm not a big fan of "Maggie and the other hunters" (reminds me too much of "Sting and the Police" and I don't know why Maggie - or Sting - were so damn special that they deserved to be singled out as the only ones in the group with a name), but I also don't have any memory of Sam leaving after Michael killed the other hunters. And when he did, he wanted to take Jack, but Dean wouldn't let him. But Sam says he knew something was going to happen and he's wallowing in guilt. Dean admits that he also knew there was a risk, because of what Donatello told him about not being sure. Well, thank Chuck for that. I'm glad Dean's not letting Sam shoulder all the blame for something that wasn't his fault.

Angry Dean and sad Sam, two things I adore.

Back at the bunker, Rowena is gathering her cumin and other ingredients. Jack's getting impatient, and she tells him that she could have fought him, but she didn't. "Because you want the same thing the boys want. That I want." This is a beautiful, beautiful moment, with Rowena wanting what "the boys" want, but it's interrupted by Hallucifer, who doesn't even know why Jack is doing any of this. "To ease your guilt? But you don't have guilt any more, do you, Jack? Admit it. You don't feel anything any more." Well. Everything Hallucifer says comes from Jack's head, so what do we think about this? Does Jack really not feel anything any more? I disagree. If he didn't feel anything, if he didn't want Mary back, if he didn't care about forgiveness, why would he even bother? So I think our boy does feel something. Rowena is disturbed by Jack talking to his hallucination, but she carries on and finishes the spell. They have everything they need except the body. Oh.

Stairway to Heaven. Cas isn't going anywhere until Naomi talks to him. Someone finally shows up, but it's Duma.

Where's Naomi?

Well, I'd tell you it's none of your business, but you already know it's none of your business. Naomi just gets paid more than I do, and we've already got all the regular guest stars in this episode, so we had to cut some corners.

At least that's how I remember it. She tells him Mary is at peace in "a special Heaven" and "is complete" and he should just let her be.

Jack takes Rowena to the Cabin of Death, but Mary's body isn't there. He thinks she should be able to complete the spell anyway, but she says she can't. He wants to do it himself, but she says he's in no shape, and "disposition affects execution." She tells him that whatever he brings back won't be Mary, and refuses to help him and OH I'M CONCERNED FOR HER AND HE REACHES OUT AND PUSHES HER and she just ends up being shoved back into her apartment. WHEW. She calls Sam and tells him what Jack is doing, and that it won't work because there's no body, and Jack has snapped and they need to stop him." Necromancy is a delicate art, unpredictable under ideal circumstances. In his state, I fear your boy will bring back something terrible." WELL, THAT'S ENCOURAGING. (Also, Rowena is hilarious in this scene.)

Jack sits in the corpse-less blast zone and performs the ritual and a huge swirling purple cloud appears overhead and I'm thinking, is this our out? Is Jack going to summon something awful, something that can be the Big Bad so he doesn't have to? Please? He notices the Impala nearby, and uses his powers to stop it in its tracks. Luckily it's just right outside the cabin. Sam and Dean run toward him, and we see him looking down at whatever he has summoned, but he doesn't look happy about it. Neither do the Winchesters. "It didn't work," he says, before zapping out.

Oh, the thing he brought back is Mary. Well, Mary's corpse, apparently. Dean holds her and finds her still dead, and he's sad and we get his flashback, which is just Mary leaning on him, asleep in the car, and then Sam comes and holds Dean as he holds Mary and everybody's sad, we're all sad, so terribly terribly sad and we get a crane shot and it's a very lovely scene but I can't help thinking um, correct me if I'm wrong, but we do have that missing piece now, right?

Jack ends up at some industrial kind of place, where Hallucifer tells him there's no going back. "Cas, Sam, Dean, they're never going to trust you again. And you know what that means. You can never trust THEM." And oh, this is Jack's head telling him that. Poor baby.

Bunker. Sam has his box of treasures and he's looking at the few remaining family photos. He looks up, full of hope, when Cas comes in. But Cas tells him Mary is in Heaven and at peace. Dean shows up in time to hear this, and asks if he's just going to take Duma's word for it, because she's a known liar and also might possibly be that dude from The Empty. He says no, he actually saw Mary's Heaven, and we see her door with the dates 1954-1983 and 2016-2019 on it, which of course begs the question of what Sam and Dean's doors are going to look like.

He says he saw her with John (way to bury the lede, Cas), and they're full of joy. But was it really John? Haven't we established that most people are in their own individual Heavens, and if she has a John, it's just an avatar? I mean, John's name wasn't on the door. And I expect Dean, at least, to insist they try to bring her back anyway. But Sam says Rowena told him that what Jack brought back was just an empty replica, "incapable of holding life." (I mean, I feel like that sometimes.) "So what are we supposed to do now?" he asks. And again, Sam is looking to Dean to lead them through this, and yet he's got to know what they SHOULD do. He's got to be thinking of Mary, safe and happy in Heaven, and of ripping someone (anyone, no one in particular, right Sam?) away from that and forcing them to continue on Earth just because you can't be without them. He's got to be thinking of that.

"What we always do," Dean says. And the last time he said that, in this very episode, it meant we do something awful, we throw our own lives away or make some horrible bargain or damn the world in order to bring her back. But this time, it just means that we give her a hunter's funeral. And Sam doesn't look like he was ready for that after all.

So Mary gets a very dramatic pyre, and a montage? Did anyone else get a montage? Ellen, Jo, Bobby, Kevin, Crowley? JOHN? ANYONE? A FREAKING MONTAGE? NO. Grrr. Cas tries to get closer to Dean and Sam puts out a hand and stops him. Also, Sam burns a photo of her and I don't know why.

And finally, we cut to the library table where Sam and Dean carved their initials and we see they are joined by a M.W. Um. What about John? Didn't he get to carve his intials? (NO. Those are only for people who get a montage.)

Also, now that I'm going back to get screencaps, it doesn't look like her intials were there at the beginning of the episode. So she didn't carve them, one of the guys did. And not Dad's? Cold, boys.

You know, last week, like, five or ten minutes before the end of the episode, I thought if Jack hadn't cemented his place in Dean's heart already, he's certainly there now. Because he saved Sam. No matter what else Jack did or is doing or will do, he saved Sam. And I want someone to point that out. I want Sam to say "no, I'm not ready to give up on him, and you realize the only reason I'm here to argue with you is because Jack saved me, right? And if he is soulless, he lost it by saving our asses, right?" (Is this because I watched "Clip Show" a couple of days ago and watched Sam frantically try to soothe Sarah as she died from Crowley's handiwork, and I want Jack to get the same kind of second chance that Crowley got? Maybe.) Now, I realize killing Mary is more awful than anything Crowley (or any other enemy-turned-frenemy) has done to them. But it was an accident. And HE SAVED SAM'S LIFE. Come on. That counts for something.

(Sidebar: We also learned, in that scene back in season 8, that Crowley's mother was a witch. {blows a big wet kiss to the Continuity Fairy})

So, how do I feel about Mary being gone? Here's the deal. This show, at its heart, is about two (or three) men who have a giant bleeding Mary Winchester-sized hole in their lives. Filling that hole does not make for good television. And the Show tried to make her interesting and edgy by playing against what we thought we knew about her (she can't cook! she can't stay away from hunting! she sleeps with both Arthur Ketch and New Bobby!), it tried to make her both a source of conflict and a source of comfort, and ultimately (as far as I'm concerned) it just failed. She was so much more effective as that siren song of the impossible apple pie life. I said earlier and I'll repeat it here... the fact that they had to retcon all of these warm fuzzy flashbacks, instead of using actual clips, just shows how shallow these relationships were. There wasn't anything real to fall back on. And the way they spend these two episodes trying to make us care? It had the opposite effect on me. I'm glad to be shed of her.

But maybe that's just me. Maybe absence will make the heart grow fonder. We shall see. Come on and tell me what you think, and remember, no spoilers in the comments, please!

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What Myers-Briggs types do you think the main Trifecta characters would be?

Hmm. Well, I had a hard time settling one a single type for most of them, so I tried to find at least two for the six Trifecta “mains” - Paul, Reggie, Brandon, Conway, Barry, and Maylene.

(REALLY stretching it calling Maylene a “main”, especially since Chapter 13 is where she peaked; once Arc II happens, she’ll be in Out Of Focus territory for sure… buuuut she’s made her mark and a lot of readers take notice to her, so I threw her in)

Interestingly, I had no one pegged as INFP (Mediator/Idealist), which is where I fall in. Some characters fit half of it but I couldn’t justify the other half not befitting them (Paul and Conway were the partial contenders - and Brandon to a lesser degree… but Conway’s too charismatic and sociable, while Paul and Brandon aren’t deep thinkers to the point where they’re completely delusional like I am :P).

Paul - INTJ (The Mastermind) or ISTJ (The Inspector)

Safe to say if I had to pick one only, it would be INTJ. Definitely would sooner work alone than a group any day (and if Conway hadn’t been there for him like he’d been so much in Trifecta, this would likely still be the case for him - and Barry is more a result of Trifecta Paul’s character development). Much more comfortable doing things his own way and proving to the world he can handle himself. Even with Trifecta development, Paul still finds social activity a huge chore. Trifecta 21 has Paul go out of his way to be receptive to Conway’s friendliness, and it does take a toll on him physically and mentally. Also a master strategist, as per canon, and questions everything. And god help him if Paul is unsure of anything. It’s why he hates being indecisive in Trifecta; he believes even a wrong choice or a bad idea is better than none at all. And knowing his legendary levels of “patience”, he’s definitely not going to wait all day to find the right path.

With ISTJ… well, this was a Brandon contender, surprise surprise. Intimidating? Comes off that way. Serious? All the damn time. Formal, proper…? Well, he DOES respect his elders, for the most part. If he thinks you’re shit, he’ll treat you like shit, but Paul’s not nearly as eager to start shit as he was in his Trifecta youth. You can definitely say, either in canon or Trifecta, Paul’s a strong worker who follows his own moral code. For all his controversial shit, Paul has never once cheated or tried to take the easy way out. Now, he sure as hell isn’t PATIENT, and he doesn’t really put much stock in going out of his way to upholding social or cultural responsibility (especially the former). But Paul is typically quiet and reserved; while he’s prone to anger, he’s fully capable of keeping calm when he needs to. Even Trifecta Paul can pull this off unless he’s just physically about to break down. Often misunderstood? Ohhhhhh, yeah.

Reggie - ESFJ (The Provider) or ESTJ (The Supervisor)

ESFJ might actually be the lesser of the two here. Mostly because Reggie isn’t really an attention-seeker outside of his own family members. He doesn’t desire the spotlight; he just wants his daddy and lil bro to love and accept him! But Reggie IS an active young man, very social, way more thoughtful than he makes himself out to be, and totally IS the organizer for any family event that happens in the present-day and has been since his mother’s death. He’s the guy that everybody loves. It’s been a common theme in some AUs of his Trifecta persona where he ends up being one of the most popular kids in school with legions of girls who’d drop everything to date him and he just never notices.

ESTJ covers him more uniformly. Reggie doesn’t want to be the star of the show, but he does want to help and offer advice to absolutely anyone who needs it. And he checks out on the listed traits: honest, dedicated, dignified, and traditional. You could definitely see him as a role model (even if Paul doesn’t) and he’s a good fit for a leader role.

Brandon - ENFP (The Champion) or ENTJ (The Commander)

One of Brandon’s defining traits (that might’ve not been showcased in Trifecta yet since we’re not yet at the point where it’s mega-relevant) is that he will decide his own destiny and what path to take, damn what anyone else says. So there’s what wins him the ENFP brand. His intuition is pretty top-notch; terminal disease aside, Brandon can totally read Paul like a book even though he’s spent the better part of Paul’s life operating from a great distance and not really being around for his kid. He’s way more perceptive than most give him credit for, and though he’ll never admit it, Brandon does act on his feelings a lot. Even taking an overseas job shortly after his wife died while leaving his kids behind - he can say that’s solely because it was the best way to make up for the income difference, but really, it doubled as his desire to just remove himself from everything of Andrea’s influence. He had a harder time coping with her death than he’ll ever care to admit. Plus, Brandon’s unprofessional abandoning of his post that resulted in his return to Sinnoh? Totally impulsive. He also wasted no time making a detour to Reggie when Brandon learned he was in the hospital, so there you go.

With ENTJ, this correlates with Brandon’s leadership skills as head of the Kanto Battle Frontier, as well as being the head of his own travelling trifecta with Byron and Palmer. Ambitious is putting it mildly for Brandon, honestly. And while he can be a slave to his feelings at times, Brandon is more known for acting with cold, hard logic. He’s likened to Paul in Trifecta for a reason. Brandon’s all for challenging himself, not afraid to make the hard calls(as his sacrifice for Regigas proves), and hell no he cannot sit still.

Conway - INTP (The Thinker) or ENTP (The Visionary)

Well, Conway’s pretty damn easy to peg even if you didn’t take his Trifecta traits into account. INTP is Conway’s most well-known traits in a nutshell: absorbs info like a sponge, heavy on the logical, objective side of perspective… he plans, he hypothesizes, he observes, he analyzes, he theorizes, and he can pick up on details most others will overlook. Like, literally everything INTP applies to Conway. He’s the consummate INTP.

ENTP has many of these traits, as well. Only major point of contention is not enjoying small-talk, as Trifecta Conway especially is very much all for that… at least for the people he deems worthy of it. Barry, he might not be much up for the small-talk as he would Paul or Dawn. I wanted to make sure to at least add one E-type here since I think it should be emphasized that despite his many typical nerd qualities, Conway is very much extroverted even in canon. He’s one of the most extroverted intellectual characters I’ve ever seen, honestly. Canon and Trifecta Conway love going in-depth with their thought processes, and he is a lover of learning. Loyal and energetic are also listed traits here, which are definitely more prominent Trifecta Conway traits, but notable ones nonetheless.

Barry - ENFJ (The Giver) or ESFP (The Performer)

While I think we can agree Barry is more of a “live in the now” type than any other character listed here, contrary to the ENFJ type, the other traits fit Barry like a glove. Especially the “living in their imagination opposed to the real world” aspect. Holy shit that is very Barry. But he is idealistic, highly charismatic, outspoken… and in Trifecta, he’s proved to grow like a weed on characters who’d otherwise never associate with him, such as Conway and eventually Paul. Barry’s also much more of an optimistic individual compared to his future travel-mates and much less prone to letting bad shit get him down for any length of time.

ESFP speaks for itself. Barry’s the biggest spotlight whore of the Trifecta cast. Fun and livelihood are Barry’s core essences, and while he’s not the most considerate character to ever be around and thinking is secondary to everything, Barry isn’t a complete dick and will feel bad if he realizes he’s inadvertently hurt someone’s feelings. It may take him a while to understand that, but once he does, he’ll go out of his way to make you feel better. Barry doesn’t want to travel around with a couple of sad-sacks, after all. And while Barry’s an acquired taste who can and will rub people the wrong way… you know, compared to Paul and Conway, he’ll come off as the one most “normal” when it comes to people-persons. Barry’s aggressively extroverted, so even if it yields mixed results more often than he’d like, Barry will always go out of his way to connect with people.

Maylene - ISFJ (The Nurturer) or ESTP (The Doer)

Despite being one of the most developed characters among the gym leader category in the Pokemon anime, she is harder to peg down than the others. But IFSJ feels pretty accurate for her. Sensitive to the feelings of others could link to her identity as an aura-user… plus she was insecure enough to let Paul’s worlds wreck her shit. But she is extremely considerate of others, warm and kind-hearted, and bringing out the best in others is what she aims to do as gym leader. Considerate, loyal, unselfish? All fit Maylene perfectly. For a Fighting-type specialist and martial artist, she’s definitely a modest and gentle soul.

ESTP… I think Trifecta 13 proves how incompatible Maylene is with elaborate planning and handling shitloads of detailed instructions. If left to her own devices, Maylene definitely would have handled the issue in chapter 13 by directly confronting Saturn rather than trying her hardest to feign ignorance of his identity. She’s not hot-headed, but Maylene does far better winging it than adhering to something set out for her. Maylene does always strive to better herself, so she’s open to trying new things. While a little on the shy side, she enjoys being around people and she IS the head of her own damn dojo, so… there you go. While it’s a stretch to say she’s pragmatic or logical, she definitely comes off that way when you line her up with other characters of her type specialty and line of work. She is level-headed and down-to-earth, at least; I’ll say that much.

When you break it down, there are common carry-over traits between the two for everyone:

Paul solidly has Introverted, Thinking, and Judging in his set. Checks out.

Reggie always carries Extroverted, Sensing, and Judging.

Brandon is a sure bet for Extroverted and Intuitive.

Conway is a consummate Intuitive, Thinking and Perceiving man.

Barry is a lock for Extroverted and Feeling. Unsurprising.

Maylene only has Sensing as a consistent trait.

Well, that was more fun than I thought. Hope everyone else enjoys that!

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