#some i'm mad didn't get released like are you kidding me damn

[fkinavocado]

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[mistahgrundy]

I watched the second Joker movie. after the cut, massive spoilers! Massive rambling!

It's bad. Yes.

Little bit about me in case this escapes containment: I like villains. I'm a villain guy. I make a comic about villains! I've always liked them most in cartoons and comics etc since I was a kid. I am not an incel, I do not hate women. I am in fact a married gay trans man. I liked the first Joker movie. I like the joker. Although, gotta say, my fav joker is mark hamill joker because I am a man of taste lmao. I'm not really a Joker/Harley kinda person. I don't have strong feelings about that couple either way. So, that's me. I'm just a normal guy. I like batman comics but I don't keep up with them.

aaaaanyway. So like, the first movie is alright. It's not my favorite movie by any stretch of the imagination and I prefer the movie it's very obviously cribbing from (The King of Comedy).

a little confession: I did not watch this legally. I watched some kinda cam recording of it from a theatre. Maybe you're mad I did that or maybe you're glad I didn't give Todd Phillips money. Either way keep that to yourself I don't give a shit, I'm not going to a theatre to get covid for this.

Damn I am typing!! Sorry sorry I'll get to the movie. Here I go!

The movie starts with like a five minute fake old warner brothers looney tune starring Arthur Fleck in which his shadow keeps stealing his identity and hurting people. Weird. Ok. I kinda knew at that point I needed to buckle up for some self indulgence.

Short description of the plot: Arthur/Joker is in Arkham asylum now and he's medicated, the guards treat him like shit and pay him for jokes with cigarettes. He's got a lawyer and he's getting ready for a competency hearing to judge whether or not he can stand trial or if he'll be declared legally insane. The movie seems to weirdly imply that if he gets declared incompetent he'll be released but that's not how that works in real life...

While he's in Arkham he meets a girl named Lee in a singing group and here's where the movie just takes a hard right down into a drain. From now on you're in for a lot of off key singing from Arthur and pretty Ok singing from Lee (I mean it's Lady Gaga). It's kind of a drag on the movie, takes up a lot of time, and I think the movie would only be an hour long if it didn't have these 1970s style variety show interludes.

Arthur starts his trial and at some point Lee convinces him to fire his lawyer and defend himself as The Joker. The guards back at Arkham hate this and one night they all attack him in the shower and the movie seems to imply they did something pretty bad to him. Then when he's lying catatonic in solitary the guards murder one of his only friends in the asylum while he listens. He sorta just gives up at this point and doesn't wanna play anymore.

Nobody likes this. Lee hates it. Everyone abandons him. He wipes his makeup off confesses his mother's murder and just as the jury is announcing him guilty on all charges a carbomb goes off outside the court and Arthur escapes into the street aided by some guy dressed up as the joker.

After that Arthur finds Lee (Harley Quinzel) on those tall ass stairs from the first movie and she sings him that's entertainment signifying that their relationship is over and the cops arrest him.

He's taken back to Arkham and re medicated. Some time later a guard comes and gets him and tells him he's got a visitor and on his way another inmate stabs him to death, the end.

No you don't get to find out who that visitor was!!

Okay, so, thoughts! First of all, Arthur Fleck in this movie gets treated like an innocent baby man. In the first movie you can tell he's got problems, obviously, and he's a little bit pathetic and empathetic in the beginning but he's also you know in charge of himself despite his difficulty with reality. He's the one deciding to hurt others and murder.

But in the sequel it's all baby man all the time. He's a widdle baby a widdle birthday boy and none of this is his fault. Everyone's soooo mean to him. :( Harley Quinnzel is sooo conniving. She lied to him, boohoo, she's rich actually, she's a temptress. The movie goes out of its way to let you know that Arthur is low IQ, never went to highschool, his own mom hated him, he's gullible, he's passive and docile. He'd never hurt a fly... You think the movie will switch this up at some point and redeem itself? Hahahaahahaha nooooo in fact that way he just dies at end almost paints him as some martyred saint like biblical figure. If they make a (or were planning to make) a 3rd movie where he resurrects I am going to be so mad.

So Harley lies to him from the get go, tells him she's from his neighborhood, she's an arsonist, her abusive dad's dead, her mom's awful. In reality she's a rich girl with a psychiatric degree, her alive parents are doctors and obviously she is not from his neighborhood.

Honestly, and this probably would have made the movie even more fucked up, but I do wish the movie was more about this. It's barely about this. Joker forgives her basically instantly after a weird little musical fantasy sequence and it's like whatever. He has to forgive her, he's the perfect liddle baby man, remember? He's there to get abused and used by wily females. From Harley to his lawyer to his mother...

There was one scene in the movie that was good, and it was during the trial when they bring out Mr. Puddles from the first movie to testify. Mr. Puddles was in the party clown business with Arthur, he's a little person, and watched Arthur murder someone in the first movie.

He has a scene where he talks about how scared he was and how small he felt and how being there for that has hurt him and ruined his life and Joker almost has a moment of clarity. The only good scene in the movie. The scene where the movie itself almost has a moment of clarity.

Big props to Leigh Gill, who owned that scene hard.

Everything from Harley abandoning him after lying about being pregnant with their child (another wily female thing, baby trapping!!), his death, his trial, it's all just. Oh look at the poor lil guy. I find the whole thing really creepy. And all that for nothing. It was barely important to the plot.

Like yeah the musical interludes ground the movie to a dead halt and made the pacing very bad, but whatever about that. It's the PLOT that's the bad part. Holy moly.

Sorry if this is also poorly paced and not well thought out, lol, I'm just mind dumping after thinking about the movie for a day (I watched it yesterday)

But yeah them's my thoughts.

Also my cat just ate a click beetle and I don't think she liked it.

[jewbeloved]

Team Stan getting pantsed by their s/o 👖🩲😂😂😗

Bro, random ideas like this just come up in my head for no reason and I can't resist the urge to write about them. 🙃🙃🔫

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh 🌀

Dude...wtf?

You just pulled down Stan's pants in front of his friends and then you started laughing hysterically on the floor at him.

"What the fuck did you do that for (Name)?!?!" Stan glared at you before pulling his pants back up with Cartman trying to hold in his laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA" You and Cartman both bursted out in laughter as Kyle, Stan, and Kenny stared at you both.

"I see, so you set this up didn't you fatass?!"

"Nope! I never told (Name) to pull Stan's pants down at all they did it themselves!"

"Sorry Stanley, I just thought it would be funny" You said trying to look innocent.

Stan glared at you again before walking home.

"hah, what a pussy" Cartman said before a hand smacked him on the back of his head by Kyle.

"Shut up fat boy!".

"Don't call me fat I'm just big boned!!".

You decided to follow Stan to his house hoping that he wasn't too mad at you. After all, you just only pantsed him in front of his friends and nobody else... right?

"Stan! wait!" Stan turned his head around to face you before he could turn the knob to open the front door.

"What the hell do you want (Name)!".

"Wait...are you mad at me?". Stan ignored your question and continued trying to open the door.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into a hug from behind.

"If you're really mad at me then I'm sorry...what do I have to do for you to forgive me?" You clinged to him closer while burying your head into the back of his neck.

"Just...just give me some alone time to think about it alright?" You nodded and released Stan from your arms and watched him open the door and close it behind him.

You frowned as you turned around to walk back to your place.

As you were about to open the door to your house, you didn't hear Stan sneak up from behind and pantsed you right in front of your own house.

"Checkmate!" Stan said as he smirked at your own shock ness of him getting revenge by pantsing you back.

"Stan?!" You said as you immediately pulled your pants or whatever you're wearing back up with your face flustered in embarrassment.

"Sure I was a bit mad that you pantsed me right in front of my friends for no reason, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't get you back for that so now we're both even" :) 💙💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🌳

You're on thin ice if you think you can get away with pantsing Kyle especially Infront of his friends 😭😭

This boy is extremely pissed, you better start running or hide.

When Kyle pulled his pants back up, you pantsed him....AGAIN!! except you did it this time in the hallways and boy Kyle is 100% embarrassed.

What are you doing reader?😭 I will be praying for your safety 🙏🙏🙏

Pantsing Kyle the first time was him giving you a verbal warning, and then you did it again! If you're organizing your locker you better do it fast and get the hell out of there, Kyle is coming for you 😨

What made you think it was a good idea to pants a red headed jewish kid that has anger issues?

You would most definitely try to hide and evade him tbh. My guy does get pretty scary when he's extremely ticked off.

When that all ends, Kyle is once again for the last time going to ask you to not pull his fucking pants down like that again, what's your problem? >:(

You giggled and gave him a kiss on the cheek out of nowhere. 💚💚💚💚💚

❤️ Eric Cartman 💌

May god save your soul if you ever pants Cartman Infront of anybody....and I mean ANYBODY!

This boy ruins people's lives menacely whenever he has a reason to do so, you better be damn lucky you're his s/o or else you would've gotten the boot like everyone else he's ruined.

If you weren't his s/o...I don't know what will happen to you next after that..😨😨

But since you know better than to pants your big boned boyfriend, you pantsed him right in front of his mom or Mr kitty.

Will Cartman get revenge and pants you back? Nah, he's gotten something even better. 😈

You will be seeing poop and any other nasty stuff all over your drawer where you keep your pants at. Hey, at least Cartman didn't do anything that was extreme towards you for revenge right?

But he won't give up his revenge spree until you apologize towards him and give him loads of cheesy poofs and KFC. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🍔

Out of the 4 boys, Kenny is probably the only one who doesn't get upset at you pantsing him. Even In front of other people, he's seen stuff is that more embarrassing than pulling down somebody's pants.

Right as you pulled his pants down and started laughing, he began to laugh along with you as his friends gave him confused looks.

But this doesn't mean Kenny won't pants you back as revenge, you wanna prank him? Be prepared for prank wars then :)

Pantsing each other back and forth for most of the time until you both get bored or something. 💀💀💀💀💀💀

You both might even come up with the great idea to pants the 6th graders and throw other pranks at them 🤣

Kenny is such a great guy to have fun and joke around with ☺️🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

HELP WHY DID I WRITE THISSSSSSSS HOW AM I GETTING THESE FUN YET WEIRD IDEAS IN MY HEAD?! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[wannabecatwriter]

When I returned home, Pierre was in a mood.

"Where have you been?" he asked.

"At the shopping center. I ran into Etienne. You remember him, right?"

"Yes, he's rather difficult to forget," Pierre grimaced. "Do you have any idea what he's done now?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't play coy. Did you put him up to this? That little literary endeavor of his? Does he know how many people are going to be mad about this release?" Pierre was rambling like a madman.

"Oh yes, I'm sure it'll do rounds," I agreed. "But he didn't write anything false, as far as I could see."

"False?! Now the whole town is going to know my wife behaved like a damn tart a decade ago!"

"Excuse you?!" Now I was the one getting mad. How dare he talk to me this way?! And in front of the kids, too? "One, I did not behave like a tart. Two, I did what was necessary to help people and keep our country safe. Of course, if I knew some two-bit field photographer was going to use me risking my life to further his own pathetic career, I might have thought twice about my past actions. Maybe. But you know what? No, I still would have done what was needed. Because, I wasn't doing it for status, I was putting myself under literal gunfire to ensure a future at peace."

"Are you trying to say I'm a coward?" Pierre growled.

"I'm not trying, I'm saying it," I spat at him.

In the midst of our argument, neither of us paid attention to the kids watching us.

[taegularities]

rid, my lovie !! my sweets !!

🚨 : ( rant incoming )

some of these recent asks have been making me want to start throwing gang signs or sum 💀 i know there are always gonna be some of these asks given the vast audience you have, and that they are just drowning in anticipation.

however, the undertone? 😭 do these people realize that you are a prolific writer, churning out quality contents faster than locusts can reproduce and infest? 🤨 RELATIVELY SPOKEN !!

good contents take time to plan, produce and publish !!

REMEMBER THE TRIPLE P. for an author who doesn't even ask you to pay, and responds with kindness only.

so, let's learn and practice more kindness and respectfulness here. thank you. ( sorry, if i sound like a teacher's pet, but rid is just too good to us )

anyway, we are nonetheless excited for your next releases, and 'entertainer' even after all this time.

( rant end )

꒰ ❛ ❜ personal lil message ꒱ ‎

rid, am so sorry for not getting back to your last 'ruined' response. i thought you hadn't answered it yet !! and are you kidding me? a!oc is my babiest baby !! of course, i adore her a lot. i remember somebody saying she is like a 'sunny weekend after a wet weather' or something, but bit more condescending— made me wanna throw some gang signs again, tafaq 😫 had to overcompensate with my repeated 'ruin you' asks, but i promise i equally read and enjoy your other stories. even sent asks about them before ( just not in my 🎀🖇🩵 style, haha ) and i'm thankful for each of the sweet responses from you : every. single. time!!

oh, by the way, i came across this pin today : https://pin.it/2rY2xnZtj

kinda ruined!tae on wedding night coded? 'i missed this' x 'it's only been two days' x 'and? i miss you all the damn time' ❤️‍🔥 can i please just ask what's the duo's moodboard like? ik they are a v monetesque, pastoral, serene and the whole artists garden at giverny + the water lily pond + beach at saint adresse!based couple.

but if possible i still wanna see them more from your artistic mind, my love. thank you. xo.

last but not least, must i mention how proud i am of you bc of the whole gaza take and activism on this platform? 🍉 it might be a bare minimum for a reality so cruel, but it matters. thank you for using your resources, and for saying how you listen to certain artists less bc of their lack of voice on this issue. every act matters. let's stay strong and

—take care. 🎀🖇🩵

gang signs omg lol 😭 honestly, i'm so thankful for the audience and the excitement everybody brings! the tone was a little off, but as i said, i'm pretty sure they didn't mean it that way, so i'm like, not mad or anything hehe. i hope they enjoyed entertainer!! it's true, though, that i've been a bit slow this year, but we try our best in this corner of our world. but thank you so much for saying that 😭 i'm flattered you appreciate my existence here and are so kind <3

it's okay, love, no reason to apologise. a!oc was everyone's baby, like she's still one of my favourite ocs i've written!! it's beyond crazy that people still remember her and this story overall. lmao yeah someone said she feels like a wet weekend after a sunny vacation or something idk it was way out of line, but what can we do.. i laughed 🤣 THANK YOUUUU for dropping by, whether with your signed asks or in any other way ily ily!!!

plsss on their wedding night?

more like always 😂 but so true. their mood boarddd hmmm, wait i'll go and make one rq brb *5 minutes later* i'd say that's them 🥺 def some monet, rain and autumn vibes

and ofc!! i think i could do even more and share even more. every thought counts. i can't even remember saying i listen to artists less, but it's 100% true, and i also try to avoid big chains such as starbucks, which i think we all should. take care as well, love 🤍

[fallen-angel-with-broken-halo]

Mom, you said I never learned what you told me

But you're a liar, I can easily say what you taught me

You taught me to be quiet but also loud

Talk when I must, but silence when you're mad

Be assertive but never speak out of line

Otherwise, I'll face your punishment, one so divine

Divine? Apologies, I should probably explain

God is a narcissist who tells you to never complain

He'll tell you you'll burn in hell if you don't worship his name

It's funny, you're not religious yet you do just the same

You taught me I need to be better

But never how to get better

Though you'd probably say otherwise

I'm sorry, fuck, you hate when I apologize

You think when I do that I make myself a victim

I'm sorry, damn it, I'm sorry, I need to remain calm

No matter what I did, I was lacking or too much

I tried, I really tried, mom, begging for forgiveness in the church

You taught me to make friends but never the ones I want

Giving me ones on a silver platter, feeling like me choosing other ones was a taunt

You never appreciated me being the quiet kid

With a few friends that you never approved

But you did like my grades, I was so smart for my age

I know I'm now burnt out, but please forgive this disgrace

I'm aware you like to tell your friends about your daughter

What an ungrateful child she is, but at least she may become a great teacher or mother

Yeah, you never appreciated my dream career

Always saying I'll end up following in your footsteps, all my words falling on deaf ears

You taught me to hate myself

Even though you'd never admit it yourself

Mothers always hate their eldest daughters

And love their obedient sons who aren't just like mirrors, reminding them of their darkest hours

You told my psychologist I look up to you

That that's why I started to break myself so soon

But that's a lie, you should know by now

You made me in your image, though you're scared of that

I even have your hand-me-downs that make me feel like a child

Playing dressup and going outside to show off to the world your pride

You taught me to fear vulnerability

Though now you miss my naivety

You took off my door

You snatched away my phone

You made me take some pills

You threatened me with making some calls

You laughed when I cried

You yelled when I yelled

You weren't there when I smiled

I lost my trust yet I continue to overshare to anyone who would care

Because you were always in the other room, but you were never there

You made my cries feel like a disease

My anger a symptom that I should never release

My numbness a constant, though you didn't like that either

If I never acted like a victim then you were never the problem, so why bother?

You didn't want to be like your father

Congratulations, you still became your parents' daughter

With your fathers' anger but without the violence

And your mothers' neglect but without the whining

[blackbirdsnonsense]

So I watched the Monster High season two finale today and I loved as usual! Lot of great character moments in there, more world building, Clankie bits and just overall fun this version of the franchise has become known for.

As a season finale it's great! As a series finale...well I guess it was better than the way MLP G5 ended. Less abrupt at least.

But still I can't help but feel mad about the whole situation! Nickelodeon definitely mishandled this show by making a seasonal thing. As I said before, I get what they were going for but that just doesn't work for a series! Movies, yes! Series, no!

I also can't help but feel that the inclusiveness & representation is a BIG part of what might have gotten it cancelled. We saw that happen with The Owl House over on Disney. It doesn't matter how popular the show is or how much money it's making, if some bigoted executive doesn't like it, it's gone.

And that's a damn shame cause we NEED cartoons like this right now. To show all the queer kids and the outcasts that they're not alone. That they are loved and have people who will love them. It's a damn shame so many dumbfucks are against that.

It hits hard for me personally though because not only did G3 quickly become my comfort show but it's what got me into Monster High in the first place. I had always been aware of Monster High & was curious to check it out but never really got around to it. I did buy one DVD collection of the shorts back in 2017 & I liked it. But for whatever reason I just never felt the need to really watch it.

Then G3 came along with it's RELENTLESS advertising for the live action movies on Pluto TV! I'm pretty sure half of why I checked it out is cause "The Three of Us" got stuck in my head thanks to those commercials!

So, yeah, the live action stuff is what finally got me interested in it and before I watched that I watch Adventures of the Ghoul Squad on Amazon Prime. So if you ever wonder why I defend G2 so much, that's why. It was really my first one. Then after watching the movie I found a 6 hour compilation of the G1 shorts on YouTube & said, "Screw it, let's do this!"

And I just fell down the rabbit. After watching the shorts I tried to watch the movies but of course now they were all paywalled. At the time, I didn't think I cared enough to buy them all & now I own them all on either digital or DVD. Some both!

So, yeah, I hyperfixated. As I am want to do. To the point where I watched Ever After High well and like that one too!

All because of Monster High G3. Which, by the way, is why old timers in fandoms REALLY need to lighten up about the current version of their franchise. New versions and changes ARE good cause they can bring in new fans! Everything can't be the same all the time! If the whole franchise is good enough, people WILL go back & watch the older stuff! So calm the fuck down!

Now as for what's gonna happen to G3, I can't say. I REALLY hope some miracle happens and it gets renew for a third season here real soon. But if not I hope it can continue in the form of either web shorts on YouTube, DVD movie releases or a comic from IDW. Or all of that ideally! Either way, these ghouls have worked their way into my heart & I will be here for the next step in the journey for whatever that may be.

As for the G3 TV series, all I can say is thank you and...

[ghost-of-you]

Why do people feel the need to produce break up rumors out of thin air after every tour/album 🫥 the expectations of some people in this fandom are wild to me.

What do people think they should do? Even if it weren't for Michael's baby, they released an album last year and played two tours, of course they'll need some time to recharge now. Why would you expect new music or ANOTHER tour now already?

And they have not said or done anything that would indicate that they are thinking about breaking up and still people choose to be paranoid instead of putting some trust in them and just let them rest.

Idk maybe I'm the opposite of those people who are still traumatised by 1D or whatever but my other favourite band just had a 5 year gap between albums, they didn't play any live shows for like 4 of those years (partly bc of the pandemic od course) and the front man did a solo album + tour in the meantime. One other band member did some stuff as a producer and from like 2 of them I think I saw a total of 4 social media posts during that time lmao. I didn't see a single person worried that they would break up. That never came up as a possibility anywhere. And then I go to 5sos fandom spaces and people are freaking out when the band goes on a break because one of them will have to care for a damn newborn like please 💀

Sorry for ranting, I'm sure you have a lot of this stuff in your inbox now. No need to respond, I just needed to express to someone how truly baffled I am by this behaviour.

Honestly, I blame one direction for a large part of it. Obviously not the boys in 1D but the whole culture and the intensity around them. I like them but I was never in really invested in them so I did watch everything that happened from the outside and I keep seeing the effects of it. A lot of people did not handle their break up and since 5sos has this connection to them that ended bringing fans over to 5sos people get triggered. But it's bullshit because 5sos is a band that wanted to be the band they are. To act as if 5sos is doomed to follow 1Ds footsteps is stupid because 1D was a bunch of kids who didn't want to be in a band, who got put in a band package and explored until they broke. And all of them are doing the thing they wanted all along, which is be solo acts, so the comparison is not fair. You can't compare 5sos to the boyband curse, because they are no are not a boyband. And this is the dumbest argument ever but it is true, 5sos has a lot more freedom with each other to do other things while still keeping the 5sos project alive. Everything they do that's not exactly like the 17 yo posting keeks and doing twitcam from a mansion creating a constant stream of content creates a wave of mass histeria and honestly, I am so tired of it. Even if 5sos were about to take a decade long break, which I don't think they will, they like making music with each other too much to just stop, they can. They gave us over a third of their lives already. They are allowed different dreams.

Also I think there's this layer of desensitization surrounding famous people in general, that makes people not see them as real people with real feelings or see them as this character they get mad won't follow the script they made in their heads. And the whole way some parts of the music industry just want a really fast rotation that's not really possible and things like K-pop that end up having a higher rotation that creates a bigger stream of content that's not really sustainable in a healthy way for very long but creates a weird expectation anyway. And people think they're allowed to demand shit just because (and this goes from the temper tantrum for the lack of tour to the obnoxious hbg chanting)

5sos already did the killing themselves for the band. Now they live and have a band. I rather to see things this way. They are happy, they are thriving in other aspects of life. If that means waiting another 2, 3, 5, 10 years for new music, so be it. To use 5sos own metaphor, they're driving the bus, we're just along for the ride so whatever stops and turns they want is what goes. They can do whatever they want because is their life and it's their band. And I'm not worried they're gonna break up. Not even a little bit. If not seeing them for a year while Michael settles into being a father is what it takes for them to be happy and healthy, then so be it, let them exist outside the band.

[madaboutmunson]

Hell Raiser

This is something that has been sitting in my wips because I fell out of love with it whilst writing. Maybe one day I'll finish it, but this is Part 1 of 4 that I have written. Hope you like it (it has nothing to do with the Hellraiser movies)

"Look, maybe Kit is faster, but the car from Mad Max looks way more badass", Gareth enthused, throwing another handful of popcorn into his mouth.

"Kit can fucking talk. It's like sentient, dude. It's far superior to a trash-modded muscle car!" Jeff clapped his hands together to try and get the message through to friends.

"What about the DeLorean?" Grant offered. Gareth and Jeff rounded on him, faces contorted in confusion. He held his hands up to block whatever attack they might administer, "It can time travel", he said carefully, as he felt a thud on his back as one Eddie Munson pounced on him to gain a piggyback.

"You're all wrong, actually," he said, throwing one arm around Grant's neck, almost throttling him so he didn't fall off. In his other hand, a massive piece of cotton candy on a stick threatened to tangle itself into Eddie's hair every time the breeze picked up. "The Dragula is the best. It's a fucking motorised coffin!" He said, taking a giant chomp out of the spun sugar, as he was met with a chorus of groans. "You know that thing is actually gold? Crazy!"

They trudged through the many rows of lights. Wurlitzer music in surround sound being cranked out of carousels or some creepy-looking automaton on one of the stalls. Hawkins wasn't the most exciting place in the world. Actually, that wasn't true. It was exciting in the wrong ways. Kids and people's pets going missing, crops randomly rotting away, rumours of human experimentation at the lab, rats exploding and Russians. Hawkins wasn't fun. That would be more correct. You had to make your own fun here, especially after the Mall burst into flames. It was almost like the town resented anyone having something cool and new and destroyed it immediately. However, there was one thing the Hellmouth would tolerate: a carnival. Big or small, what the celebration was made no difference. The town allowed it, and Corroded Coffin seized every single one. They'd pool their money, most of which was profit from Eddie's nefarious dealings, in order to complete the traditional itinerary. It was simple. Go on every ride the fair offered, age suitability be damned. Twice over the last few years, at least one of them had to get yanked out of a merry-go-round car they were way too tall to have crammed themselves into. Eat as much carnival foodstuffs as they can possibly stomach, to the point of nausea, sometimes even past it. Win at least one prize each on the stalls, and last of all, bag a chick for the Tunnel of Love.

They made their way back through the last line of stalls to the far end of the site. Each of them had a cute stuffed toy to offer to a girl in exchange for their company on the ride. Had it ever worked before? No. Would it work this time? It was worth a shot. As they turned the corner, Eddie released Grant dropping to the floor, and they all took it as the signal for smartening themselves up, popping in a piece of chewing gum, or sparking up a cigarette.

Jeff pulled the stuffed duckling from his jacket pocket and looked it dead in the eyes, "Tonight, you and me. We're gonna find us a babe so hot, she's gonna evaporate the water in that ride, man."

"You know, Jeff. Lack of moisture is not really what you should be aiming for," Grant laughed, nudging him in the ribs.

"Oh, like you would know," Gareth said condescendingly.

"Hey man, I read!" Grant said, offended.

"Look, your mommy's romance novel collection is all well and good, but tonight it's only about one thing, my friends." Eddie pulled the plush kitten from the back pocket of his jeans, which he'd graced with his bandana, and hoisted it above his head, making the band giggle mischievously. Eddie tugged on his battle vest, "This year, I'm gonna find her. She's gonna be right around this corner just waiting for me with open…." Eddie looked around the band with a devilish grin, causing another smattering of giggles, before he smiled sweetly and added, "arms" and batted his eyelashes. As they turned the corner to look for the usual garish giant pink and red sign and the girls that hung around it hoping for their Prince charming to turn up, they were met with a view entirely different.

It was a tent.

An ancient-looking circus tent, vertically striped in red and black, guide ropes adorned with flags of the same colours. The entryway was packed with heavy deep red velvet draped material, with two equidistant poles on either side. 

"Oh fucking, come on!! Seriously?!" Eddie complained, squeezing the toy kitten in his fist, "Goddamnit!" He pushed through his gritted teeth.

Ever curious, Gareth moved closer, clutching his plush monkey. As he stepped towards the entrance, the poles on either side of him ignited in a burst of flame. He turned back to his bandmates, eyes wide, and threw devil horns at them. There was a pause, and the same excited smile spread across each of their faces as they raced one another to get to Gareth to set off the pyrotechnics again.

All four of them eventually stumbled through the entryway into a passageway. Which seemed impossibly long for the size the tent appeared to be from the outside. The corridor was lined with the same heavy red velvet as the boys bunched together, walking down the dim passageway to an illuminated table and chair at the other end. On the table is a plaque screwed to it. After checking their surroundings, they study the plaque.

"If ye be bold and true of heart, 

And ye be ready for love to start.

Tidings to ye on this fair day, 

Follow the arrow. Walk right this way."

With a bold embossed arrow pointing to another set of heavy velvet drapes to their left.

The four of them looked between each other and the plaque.

"Maybe it's a new version of the same ride?" Grant offered to the group for consideration.

"But there's no sign outside. There is none of that oily stagnant water smell. Not to mention the distinct lack of chicks" Gareth frowned.

"Well, what did we come here for, right? I'm not gonna chicken out now," Jeff said, squeezing the stuffed duckling close to his chest.

Eddie crammed the kitten half into his back pocket. "Yeah, but what if this is some kind of prank? We go out there, and everyone's standing around waiting to laugh at the next people that walk through?"

Jeff pulled a face that indicated to the rest of them he was about to do something stupidly brave. He gripped the duckling plushy and kissed it hard before walking through the thick drapes in the arrow’s direction. The curtains parted, and the rest of the band listened carefully. There was no laughter. There was a mumble of talking and the faint sound of a beat. Suddenly a stuffed duckling erupted back through the curtains, and the three remaining members of the band screamed in an unnaturally high pitch before clearing their throats and exchanging wide-eyed glances with one another. “Come on in, guys, the water’s fine”, Jeff's voice rang out as he puppeted the duckling at them. 

As they passed through the curtains, first, they were greeted by Jeff’s beaming grin, pointing them to someone standing at what looked like a lectern. In front of the podium facing them was a book stand placed upon it, an open binder bursting with pages. As they approached, the person at the platform thrust out their hand, “One at a time, please.” Their eyes shot up to the oddly dressed person above them. A midnight blue floor-length cape graced their shoulders, with golden embroidered symbols and celestial bodies embellished randomly on the fabric. On their head, a head wrap of sorts, made of precisely the same material, a solitary black gem pinned to the centre of it. They looked like a magician, their black and white suit underneath the gaudy robe, complete with waxed curled at the ends moustache and a beard formed to a sharp point. Yet, something else was curious about the person as they loomed over the lectern. It was impossible to actually remember their face. A strange feeling when you'd never experienced it before, and yet it was happening. But not only that, it was like their appearance shifted in the dim lights. One moment impossibly beautiful, ethereal almost, then glimmers of something else, something withered and gaunt, but they couldn't quite make out. Jeff turned to his bandmates.

“You gotta sing in front of a crowd, but um”, he smiled broadly, “I’ll let the crowd speak for itself.” He nodded at the person on the podium, who pulled out a long shepherd's crook and moved back the heavy curtains to reveal a mass of teens. They were all dancing, staring at the stage where someone was singing their lungs out, badly, but the crowd didn't seem to care. They either had their eyes shut, dancing like no one was watching, or their eyes were fixed on the stage in adoration. As their sight adjusted to the darkness, something else became quite apparent in the darker recesses of the makeshift dance floor as they edged forward, entranced. People were making out, not just sweet little pecks on the cheek, either. Some of it was verging on at least R-rated. The curtains were abruptly shut, and an infectious smirk spread throughout the band of friends. “We can sing better than what was going on in there. We’ve got this.”

“I don't think they are gonna feel the same about For Whom The Bell Tolls, Jeff”, Grant complained, looking a little unsure.

“So pick something else, man. I swear I saw someone playing tongue tennis with Crusty Nigel in there!” Gareth said, motioning towards the book.

Eddie planted his hand on Grant’s shoulder and announced in a heroic voice, “A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.” Grant rolled his eyes at the use of a Tolkien quote. None of them had any resistance to it. Grant shook his head in defeat.

“Alright then,” Grant said, causing much jostling and lewd noises and gestures from the band like they had completely forgotten about the other person sharing their space until they cleared their throat.

The robed one leaned over the podium, casting a long shadow over the book and the four of them, “So”, they smiled devilishly, “Who is to be first?” Eddie pushes his way to the front but is immediately bumped out of the way by Jeff.

“Hey, man! I did all the venturing. So I deserve the first pick, right?” Jeff explained, and Eddie's shoulders dropped as he conceded to the fact of the matter.

The person on the podium raised their hands high in the air, their eyes wide, staring down at the group, “I need the rest of you to step back” They all do so immediately as the apparent mage mutters some words under their breath, “Jeffrey I need you to clear your mind of everything.”

“Well, that shouldn't be too hard”, Gareth muttered, causing a quiet ripple of laughter to spread to Eddie and Grant.

“SILENCE!” the ominous figure bellowed, shocking the three stooges into quiet, “As I was saying, Jeffrey, clear your mind and close your eyes. Look deep into your heart, and think of not only the romantic partner you wish for but what that love is like. Imagine what it feels like, at long last, to finally find your one true love. Then believe they are out there, and you are serenading only them.” Jeff's face went through a series of emotions, concentration, sadness, happiness, and resting on an expression of pure dazed bliss. The booming voice of the caped figure dropped to a whisper as they lowered their hands to the edges of the podium. Long dextrous spindly fingers crawled up the sides of the lectern to come to a stop gripping the front corners of it as a wisp of words left their mouth, “What are you singing?” There was a pause as the now very creepy-looking person stared down wantonly at Jeff, slowly tilting their head from left to right. “Find it in the book!” they hissed sharply and quickly, making the other boys stand closer together for comfort. Jeff's hands flicked rapidly through the yellowing pages of the binder, inhumanly fast, until he stopped and slammed his hand on a page, dragging his finger down it until he blinked his eyes open as if awoken from a dream, a huge smile on his face.

Jeff looked down at the page and laughed, “Oh, it's this one, alright!” His gaze returned to a now peaceful-looking person at the podium, who smiled sweetly down at him.

“Now wait your turn, go on through, and may the power of love work through you,” They said with a gentle expression of serenity and grace. Jeff walked through the curtain, and the person standing above them asked, “Who is next?” Eddie stepped forward again, but they raised their hand, “No, not you, Edward Munson. You shall be last.” Eddie screwed up his face and stepped back in line, but after what he had seen, he dared not argue.

Gareth and Grant had their turns just as Jeff had done and walked through to the main area until only Eddie remained alone with this unusual being. They smiled broadly at him, “Are you sure you know what your heart wants, Edward?” Though fearful, Eddie scoffed.

“Yeah, of course I do,” Eddie said with confidence bolstered by the most fragile porcelain.

"You know why I saved you until last, don't you? Separate from your friends?" Their eyes bored into him as Eddie shook his head. Their eyes narrowed at him in curiosity, and suddenly he felt a small film of nervous sweat break out on his forehead. "No?" Their smile widened to almost suessain levels, "My mistake. Do step forward then." Eddie obediently did so and shut his eyes like the others, but being alone made his mind wander to what might be happening when his eyes were closed, and he was alone, with no friends to protect him, from this unusual man. The performer's voice seemed to swirl around him, shifting gradually from the left ear to the right ear. A rapid slideshow of anyone Eddie ever had a crush on flicked through his thoughts. There are so many, some so secret they were even a surprise to him when they appeared, and a twinge of shame runs through him as he tries to think of Madonna, Elvira, Lita Ford and Debbie Harry. "It's time, Eddie", the celebrity faces in his head said in unison with voices deep and warped, like something from a horror movie. His eyes sprung open, and he looked down at the book, a stinging pain on his fingertip where he'd gotten a paper cut, and a single droplet of blood threatened to fall. Eddie quickly put it to his mouth to save the soiling of the book, and it pulled a sharp hiss from somewhere in the dark recesses of this alcove. Eddie looked down at the page. The list of songs was gone. There was only one printed on the page. Brass in Pocket by The Pretenders.

He looked up, "There must be some mistake. This is sung by a woman. I can't sing this." The person at the lectern did that slow tilting of their head from side to side, and their fingers scuttled forward to the front of the podium, like they were stop-motion animated. Leaning forward, their shadow grew over Eddie, and with it, a chill sent a shiver down his spine.

"Book is never wrong," They said with a different voice, this time croaky and creepy like a goblin. "Sing or silence. Join in or Miss out. Love or Loss. Your choice, Eddie Munson." The worry of missing out and being othered was too much for him, and Eddie turned the pages of the book with his eyes open in defiance. A high-pitched creepy giggle erupted from the person above him as the pages fell open to reveal precisely the same thing. He turned another page and another, and the same thing was written on each page in what felt like the entire binder. The giggling above him turned to increasingly loud laughter, the words on the page from beautiful calligraphy to scratchy writing much like his own. Finally, he grunted in frustration, and his eyes glared back at the looming creature above him. It paused, straightened up and regained its more eloquent composure and beautiful appearance, "Oh, I see now," they said. Eddie huffed and stormed through the curtains to his friends, "See you tomorrow, Edward", the muffled voice rang out with a cackle behind him. He shook it off and quickly caught up to his bandmates again.

"You get your song?" Gareth said excitedly. Eddie nods with a forced smile.

"Yeah, I think it's a mistake, but I may as well give it a shot, right?" Eddie said, receiving a friendly slap on the back from Gareth, "So what did you get?"

Gareth gave him a proud grin, "Fat Bottomed Girls, of course!" They both laughed, and Eddie nodded in understanding.

"Of course. And the other two?" Eddie inquired, hoping that one of them might have had something as different as he did.

"Well, Grant got Great Balls of Fire, and Jeff got Good Vibrations. But, wait, you said yours was a mistake. Why do you think that?" Gareth asked, knitting his brow in confusion.

"Well, this has confirmed it. All of your songs fit. Mine is so vague. Like it's more about me than the person, you know? It's just a bit of fun, though, right?" Eddie did not dare to mention all the rest of what happened back there. He doesn't have time to reprocess any of it before the girl on stage finished singing My Guy to rapturous applause and cheers, and Jeff stepped up next. Eddie observed the reasonably large set, but all that was on it was Jeff, the mic stand and a large TV on a stool, which was displaying the words to the song.

I-I love the colourful clothes she wears

And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair

I hear the sound of a gentle word

On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air

Eddie let out a singular laugh of disbelief when he heard Jeff sing a song he had never heard him sing. In falsetto, he had also never heard before. Then the crowd caught Eddie's eye, swaying gently to the music in unison, like wheat in a field. All unoccupied attendees had their eyes fixed on the Stage, singing along with every word. 

I'm pickin' up good vibrations

She's giving me the excitations

Then the chorus kicked in, and the crowd started bobbing up and down in jumps or just from dancing more quickly to the song. Some people waved their hands around in the air to the sounds of the theremin on the record. Then Eddie heard a familiar sound, a metallic jingling. He looked down and realised he was dancing too, entirely unwittingly, he turned to Gareth, Grant, and then the others behind him in the line, and they all were doing the same.

Weirded out but encompassed in joy, he can't explain, Eddie looked back to the stage and the crowd as the song ended. That's when he felt the drop in mood, like someone had sucked up all the electricity in the air. Grant stepped up next. The screen flickered with new words as he reached out for the microphone.

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain

Too much love drives a man insane

You broke my will

But what a thrill

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

The environment became charged again, the crowd was fixated on the stage, and the singing and dancing recommenced. Eddie felt an itch on his arm and rolled up his sleeve. The hairs on his arm were stood on end. Something weird was going on, and Eddie was unnerved by it, but at the same time, he felt swept away in it too. Maybe it was like a gig when it was the perfect storm. A fully immersed audience in a crowded space full of raging teenage hormones.

Gareth was up next, and he didn't even need to look at the screen. Eddie smiled; this was one of Gareth's favourite songs, and he must have heard him sing it a million times about many girls in real life and through a TV screen.

Are you gonna take me home tonight?

Aah, down beside that red fire light

Are you gonna let it all hang out?

Fat bottomed girls

You make the rocking world go 'round

Gareth punctuated the last line by throwing the devil horn signal on his hand into the air. Eddie swore the ground rumbled when he did, and the crowd got louder, screaming some of them. Eddie turned back to Gareth, who was singing with his eyes screwed up tight in effort, and the beat thudded through the air vibrating right into Eddie's sternum. Looking back to the edge of the stage, Eddie saw a girl, her hair in pigtails high up on her head, her elbows resting on the stage pushed together so that her chin could rest upon her hands. Her eyes were transfixed on Gareth, but she wasn’t dancing like the others. Instead, she was swaying a little but not much else. Eddie noticed her mouth was slightly open, and her eyelids blinked slowly like she was half asleep.

The song ended, and Gareth joined the others in the crowd, and it was Eddie's turn to step up. He wasn't sure if it was the cumulation of everything that happened this evening, but the usual performer in Eddie was not available for business. He walked to the mic, looked out at the expectant crowd, and sang the words on the screen.

I got brass in pocket

I got bottle, I'm gonna use it

Intention, I feel inventive

Gonna make you, make you, make you notice 

The crowd danced slowly from side to side, singing the words with him, but it didn't feel the same as when the others were singing. He looked to his friends, who animatedly encouraged him to amp it up. With their backing, the performer in Eddie returned. He strutted across the stage length, acting out the words, and saw the crowd get more into the song. That electricity filled the air again.

'cause I gonna make you see

There's nobody else here, no one like me

I'm special

So special

I got to have some of your attention, give it to me

Eddie rechecked the front row as the song ended. The girl with pigtails was gone, and no one looked at him as she did at Gareth. He put the mic back and rejoined his friends, but when he got there, one was distinctly missing. "Where's Gareth?" Eddie asked.

Jeff and Grant exchanged a glance and smirk and gestured to further back in the tent to where Gareth was. Though not alone, the girl with the pigtails was there too. Gareth looked dazed, with lipstick smeared all around his mouth. The plush monkey deserted on the ground. Eddie laughed at a ridiculous thought but couldn't help but follow up. He walked around another group of people to get a complete look at the pair, Eddie followed the placement of Gareth's arms and hands, and as the song had predicted, she was very much a fat-bottomed girl. Eddie turned back sharply to Jeff and Grant with a wide-eyed toothy grin, running up to them, snatching up the monkey as he passed and throwing his arms around them. "It's our year, guys!! Finally!!" Eddie said, squeezing their shoulders, pulling them close to him as they laughed.

"I gotta go take a leak," Grant said, jutting his thumb to the outside of the tent.

"What? You're leaving now? Don't you wanna wait around for your girl?" Jeff exclaimed in horror.

"I'll be back. Also, the only other option right now is for me to do it right here, and I doubt that's gonna help me win anyone over, right?" Grant said, turning on his heel and walking toward the porta potties. Jeff and Eddie spend the next ten minutes or so watching the performers, and any girl that appears to have a trajectory aimed in their vicinity inspires much neatening of clothes and puffing out of chests. Still, every single one walks on by, not a smile or wave of invitation. Eddie grumbled and looked at his watch. Now he had to use the bathroom too.

He pointed at the exit so Jeff could see he was heading out. "I'm coming with you. I don't need to spend any additional time watching Gareth play tonsil hockey with Hillary" Jeff huffed and followed Eddie out but stopped abruptly when Eddie's hand planted firmly on his chest. Eddie then pointed over to the tent entrance. Jeff turned to see Grant comforting a girl with a tear-stained face and a scorched dress. He took off his leather jacket that almost drowned her, but it covered the problem areas of her outfit, and she pecked a kiss on his cheek and held his hand. Eddie turned to Jeff, and they exchanged looks of surprise. "It's working. I mean, the songs are working, right? It doesn't have to be in the tent."

"No, she was definitely in there earlier. I saw her. That's Yasmin from my Home Ec class," Eddie said. Jeff created a small huddle between the two of them.

"So here's what we know. The songs, specifically the lyrics, bring the person, providing they heard it, but you don't have to be in the tent to find them. Grant said he suddenly had to go to the bathroom, right? There is something instinctive about how this works. Grant might never have found that girl if he hadn't left the tent when he did!" Jeff worked through the problem like a puzzle in one of their D&D games. "So what is your gut telling you?"

Eddie's gut told him to make an excuse to go home and curl up in front of a movie. Only two of them were left, and Eddie's stomach churned at the thought of being the last picked. He was basically the leader of these guys, and if they all had someone and he had no one, he'd be the loser. No, this couldn't happen. Eddie turned to his acting skills and clutched at his stomach, "You know, dude, currently, my gut is telling me I shouldn't have eaten so much fairground food, and I should get home…quickly!"

Jeff looked so genuinely concerned. It had made Eddie feel rotten, deceiving his friend. "Well, ok, man. Get yourself home. Er, I'm gonna hang around a little while longer. See you at practice tomorrow?" Jeff asked, and Eddie nodded with a smile and headed back to his van briskly to head home.

Part 2

[annkous]

Who's an airhead? Me! With the event going on I didn't think they'd release Lesson 12, but joke's on me, because they did. Not only that, but for some astral alineation, I completely missed anyone talking about it in both twitter and tumblr. I only realized it was out when I went to jump chapters on the normal mode this morning and saw "Lesson 12: 0/12-13-14 some number I forgot" on the list and then flipped my shit. I have the notifications on for the official account as well, but I somehow missed it too. Whoops.

Anyways it's an emotional galore and Solmare sure likes its cliffhangers, again.

Lesson 11 suffering

Look! Nightbringer decides to grace us with his invisible presence! And ngl I'm terrified of the options they gave us when asked what we thought of this world:

I chose I wanted to go home, and a bitch decided to guilt trip me with "don't you like the brothers as they are now?" man I do but I don't belong here!! I don't mind helping them because I love them but I can't leave the present brothers as it is!

Anyways they also drop this and I am terrified of Nightbringer now.

Not ominous at all. They also fully confirm he's a demon, and that both mc and them want the same thing.

Edit: but, however, we should know better than to trust his word for it don't be like me kids. Again, still-a-morosexual-help brings good points about Nightbringer's identity.

Anyways after we fucked up big time in the Reaper's cave, we fall into a coma, or deep sleep because of the Rules right in front of the present brothers, Solomon and Thirteen. Thirteen can't do anything as she wasn't the one who put that rule in particular, and the last person we hear before passing out due to the curse is Mammon.

This whole lesson is about the brothers visiting us and talking to us as we sleep, and I loved it a lot. Well, we are asleep, sort of, but we can still hear them. Even if we try to reply to them, we can't. Our body is comatose, but we're aware of our surroundings. That's the best way I can put it, I suppose.

First one was Levi, who also says this and gives me whiplash about Solomon.

For me to be convinced that Solomon wanted us fully on his side without caring for our input, he'd have to pull something like "bring them to Cocytus Hall instead" but no, he sends us home, to the house full with our demon family. Deep down he must know how mc loves all of them, so the "choose humanity" thing just... What's he thinking, I wonder? We'll probably have a talk when we wake about it but not now as we're knocked out.

We find out form Levi that Diavolo forgave Beel. They probably looked into what drove him berserk. They don't tell us any specifics yet.

Anyways, we get a heart to sleeping heart with Levi. They're going for the throat of us who easily get teary-eyed. He's not one of my favs, but I like him anyways, especially here. He just wants to hang out with a friend. Or a date, depending on how you prefer to see it.

Next up is Satan. My man. I love him so much. He's reading to us, and he's reading "The Tale of Princess Kaguya", out of all the damn things to read.

He's also pretty honest about finding out we were human, because he missed the Great Revelation Moment. In Lesson 11 and the hard mode, we see him with Simeon and Luke and they decide to make dinner for everyone when they came back from the castle.

Apparently, he would've been really mad. But just like Luci (I suspect), he's mad about us lying, that there was a side that we kept to ourselves.

Just like the other brothers, he begs us to wake up, and I had a hard time not pressing the "I love you" option back, because I want to try going down Solo-Luci route, but Satan makes it hard for me as he's also my favourite, and here is where we see him at his most vulnerable. Anyhow, whoever is cutting onions needs to fucking stop. He just asks us to wake up.

Next brother to visit us is Beel, and you can tell it's him because:

Yup.

He tells us about the gifts and food the other brothers left on us on the bed. Asmo brought some cupcakes, Mammon some chocolate coins, Levi some choco figurines and Beel brought some buns. God I love them so much and I didn't forget we still didn't have our moment with Beel about his Falling, just like with the rest of the brothers, so I was ready for him to talk a bit about it, or at least hint about it happening soon.

There it is jdhgadsf he says not yet, though. Our favourite gentle giant says how he's always starving, that doesn't matter how much he eats, that it never goes away, that he can use our advice about this big secret of his. When we try to reply, he thinks he sees mc smile.

Next up is Mammon, who's running in to hide from some pandemonium going on outside caused by his brothers.

He's mad that we're asleep lol but that's his coping, I suppose. I can't help but wonder if they're all the same way back in the present.

And then, because the onion cutter has me on their hit list and knows my weakness, Mammon drops this shit:

Mammon says that with us, he feels like he can accomplish what he puts his mind into, like the Cerberus thing, and that he needs us, so if we decide to run off to the human world, he'll follow us up there.

Asmo's up next, and just like the rest of the brothers, he opens his heart a bit to mc as we sleep, telling the reason he paints his brothers' nails is so everyone can tell they're brothers. This is where I knew I'd fight any Asmo hater on sight.

Going the opposite of Mammon, Asmo says that after we wake up, if we want to go back, that he'll do everything to help us.

This is all after asking if we were like him after he arrived to the Devildom, if we secretly wanted to go back to the place we came from, and if we were sad, scared or lonely.

Y'ALL NEED TO STOP.

Then came Belphie, which was a surprise because I was not expecting him just yet...

He apologizes, you can tell it's hard on him. Despite how we started in og!OM I adore Belphie, so my mc would forgive him in a heartbeat.

Then he drops a bit of lore bit about Lilith, and how she thought both Angels and Demons looking to guide humans felt insulting to them. I shit you not. Lilith had the same thoughts as Solomon.

Belphie says that he thought her way of thinking was strange, but after hearing we gave back the grimoire to them, that he gets Lilith a little bit more. That humans aren't exactly helpless.

That 180 turn came faster than I expected it, but I'm not complaining. It's also the fact that he wasn't locked into the attic, so his anger didn't fester as much as it did in the og one, plus this time we did something greater that proved we were on their side.

Then Belphie falls asleep holding our hand.

Last, but not least, comes Luci. Just like Levi, he's stroking mc's hair. I actually confused them at first, I thought Luci was first in there hah.

He pulls a Mammon at first, pretending to be angry at us, the sleeping attendant who should be doing their job and has plenty of secrets, like us possessing his ring, but it falls off quickly as he starts talking about his own secrets instead, and it's one we know: that Lilith is still alive as a human, and it weighs on him that he can't tell his brothers.

He also talks a bit more about Lilith, which I appreciate. How she didn't listen to him (lol) and was pretty emotional and expressive. Plus, when he asked her about her love for a human trying to stop her, she told him he'd fall for someone one day and he'd understand her then. Ouch.

Also this.

Sweats in Simeon. Please, he's one of my favourites. Can't wait for shit to go down in present time about this, because my fav ending would be with Luci+Satan+Simeon. Simoen is actually human there though, so maybe they'll use that to skirt about the issue. I just like drama and angst anyways and I yearn to fight the whole Celestial Realm over our found family if needed.

Luci goes on a bit on how he believed love was beautiful, so he didn't exactly understand why their Father gave Lilith the biggest punishment (being casted out with no chance of being reborn/salvation), and by questioning Him, he brought disgrace upon his brothers.

Just like Asmo, he wonders if us keeping our humanity from them was a weight just as heavy as his own secret to his brothers.

Lucifer then gives mc a kiss, and here is when I wasn't sure if it was because I didn't choose the other brothers instead, or if he does it anyways and it's a free interpretation of where he places it. Could be in the forehead if you're feeling platonic. They didn't even give me an option, unlike with the other brothers. In all the previous visits, you could tell them that you loved them, or choose a more platonic option. I went full platonic with all of them because I wanted to choose the "I love you" option with Luci, but he just fucking skipped it and went for the kiss instead lmfao. I like him, so I can't complain, but for someone who prefers a more friendly option... well, I suppose it's why they didn't describe what he did, so it's a free interpretation. Like I said, could be a forehead kiss if you feel more like it.

Then the ring glows and here there be another cliffhanger. See you in 10 days (9 now lol), I suppose. Seems to be the pattern.

The extra lesson is about Beel going to talk to Belphie in their room, trying to get him to visit mc and apologize. I love the twins so much.

Since I was already late I also went and did hard mode, thinking it'd be about Solomon searching for a way to break the curse (Leviathan comments on it during his visit, but Solomon never comes over), but instead it's about Simeon, Luke and Satan watching as the demon brothers run home carrying a comatose mc in a panic. Oh joy.

Solomon nearly slips, too, almost calling the guest room "MC's room-". Simeon neutralizes the curse, but is unable to remove it. The brothers and Solomon vow to find a way to dispel it, "even if it means doing the impossible", I quote Solomon.

Luke, being the literal angel that he is when he's not hating demons, tries to lift the crestfallen mood by saying they got dinner ready with Satan. They all thank him, which I found adorable, but decides to stay with mc saying he "wants to talk". I assume it's the beginning before his visit, and it stops there.

o(-< I'm dead man. I loved the brothers telling us bits about themselves. At least this cliffhanger was a bit more bearable lmao....... and I'm in for the suffering, at least a little bit. Just a sprinkle.

I was a bit sad we didn't get a visit from the other side charas, but I'm confident we'll have our moment eventually. For now I wonder how we'll dodge the questions of where the fuck did we come from, and why do we have the ring? What did Solomon tell Simeon and "counted on him" back when leaving the house? o(-< WHO KNOWS??? "good luck finding out too" -solmare, probably.

Edit: LESSON 13 IS OOOOUUUUUUUUT

[reds-ramblings]

This was written a few days ago before episode 10 was released. However, after a certain point on Friday, I was so anxious for the release that I couldn't focus long enough to do my final read-through to edit out any mistakes. Now that I have finished the episode I am finally posting.

Apple Doesn't Fall Far - Part 11

Jake's P.O.V.

"I'm sorry, Jay. I wasn't thinking about Gracie." Lily says.

"Obviously!" I scoff.

As Lily walks away I turn my attention back to MC.

"Thank you." She says quietly.

"I didn't do it for you I did it for Grace."

"I know but still." She says.

As I turn to walk away I hear Dan apologizing to her for Lily's behavior. I need to find Gracie and make sure she's ok. When Lily started yelling I told her to go play with the other kids. I walk into the house and see all the kids in the living room playing video games. I motion for Gracie to come to me and she does.

"I'm sorry about that Gracie." I tell her.

"Who was that and why was she being so mean to mom?" She asks.

"That's your other aunt Lily. She and your mom have never really had a great relationship. Let's just say it started on the wrong foot. So it's going to take her a little more time to warm up to the idea of your mom being around again."

"Oh," She looks down at the ground and shifts nervously. "Does she hate me because of what mom did?"

"No, she doesn't hate you at all. You're not responsible for any of the decisions either of us has made. I hope you won't hold her comments earlier against her either. She tends to act without thinking."

"Ok." She says and goes back to playing video games.

After making sure Gracie was ok I decided I needed to take some time to compose myself before going back outside. After hiding in my room for a while I walk back outside to see everyone drinking and having a good time around the fire. I grab a drink and sit down between Lily and Jessy, across the fire from MC, far enough away that she can't hear me. I lean over to Lily.

"I know it's hard but we have a kid together and being a part of her life means at least being Civil with MC so please try to play nice." I whisper to her.

"Yeah, I know. All the anger from back then suddenly rushed back to me the moment I saw her and I just couldn't stop myself." She says.

"Yeah tell me about it. I completely blew up the first time I saw her on campus. Thank god Gracie had gone back to her dorm."

"I talked to her for a minute. She seems like a nice kid. She didn't seem to be mad at me for my outburst earlier." Lily says.

I see Hannah coming out of the house and I get up to grab another drink.

"I spent some time with your mini-me." She says coming over to get a drink herself.

"She's amazing isn't she?" I ask.

"She does seem petty great but her mother's pretty great too you know." She says.

"Yeah if you say so."

"So what about you two? Any plans of getting back together?" She asks making me roll my eyes.

"We were never together in the first place. It was just a one-night stand." I say trying to sound convincing.

"Yeah ok." She snorts. "Tell that to someone that didn't watch you almost drive yourself crazy for three years looking for her. Jake, you loved her and I know those kinds of feelings don't just go away."

"Hannah I'm incapable of having those feelings."

"Yeah yeah, that's what you said before you met her the first time too and we all watched you fall head over heels for her." She laughs. "I think if you're honest with yourself you're still in love with her."

"No, Hannah it's not going to happen so don't get your hopes up." I tell her as we walk back over to the group and sit down.

After several hours the last of the group had gone home and it's just MC and I. She tells me goodnight before getting up and going inside. I put out the fire and make my way into the house. I find it hard to focus on my walking and stumble a bit. Damn, it usually takes a lot more than that before I feel it. I start down the hall towards my room when I see Marabella coming out of the bathroom. As she goes to walk by me I grab her arm and force her to look at me. I'm not sure if it's the alcohol or what but the second our eyes meet I forget everything I was going to say. Fuck it, maybe Hannah was right. Maybe I do still love her. At that thought, I can't help but push her up against the wall and kiss her but to my surprise, she pushes me away.

"Oh come on, don't act like you don't want to kiss me." I mumble.

"What I want and what is right are two different things." She says back.

"What's so wrong. You said you weren't seeing anybody."

"No, I haven't been with anyone since that night. That's not the reason." She says.

I lean in close to her. "From what I remember you hadn't been with anyone before that either. I'm glad to know I'm the only one." While still holding her against the wall I lean down and start kissing down her neck. She lets out a sigh and gives in just for a moment before pushing me away again.

"It's not like it's anything we haven't done before." I tease. She slaps me and I back away surprised.

"You've had too much to drink and I'm not in the mood for this shit." She says as she pushes past me to her room.

***

I walk into the kitchen and see Marabella sitting at the table drinking coffee.

"Hey." I say walking over to the coffee pot to fix myself a cup.

"Hey."

"About last night, I wanted to apologize for my behavior. I'm truly sorry. I wasn't thi-" I start and she cuts me off.

"It's fine. I've already forgotten it happened." She says.

Seeing how unphased she is I can't help but wonder if she ever had feelings for me at all. "Did you ever truly love me? I ask.

"Why, does it even matter at this point? It's not like it's going to change anything." She says looking up from her coffee.

"No, but I would like to know if your feelings were real or if you were just playing me." I turn to face her and lean back against the counter.

"I could ask you the same thing." She shrugs.

"I'll tell you if you tell me." I say as I cross my arms over my chest.

"Yes, everything was real for me. I truly fell in love with you back then. I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. When I promised to run away with you I meant it. I never wanted to break that promise then those two pink lines showed up and... well, my life changed in an instant and what I wanted didn't matter anymore. I had a kid to protect and neither of us were important at that moment, she was." She looks up and we lock eyes. At that moment, I can tell she's being truthful.

"I understand why you did what you did. Hell, if I had known you were pregnant I would have probably insisted you do exactly that. Understanding what you did and knowing you did the right thing doesn't make it any easier for me. It doesn't suddenly make me trust you or love you. It doesn't magically bring those feelings back. When you left that day I didn't just lose you. When you disappeared you took my whole heart with you; you took every shred of trust I had left. When you disappeared you took away every hope I had for the future. When you left it broke me. I am incapable of having those feelings again but damn it MC I would be lying if I said I didn't feel something, I'm just not sure what. I'm afraid as I spend more time with you those feelings will just continue to grow and then I'll lose you, again. I can't go through that, not again. My heart can't take losing you a second time." I confess. I'm not sure if getting that off my chest makes me feel better or worse.

"You know, Jake, I never stopped loving you. That's the reason I haven't been with anyone since. At first, I couldn't even look at another man without feeling like I was betraying you. Then as Gracie started to get older I was constantly reminded of you. Every time I looked at her face I saw the man I loved so much. I just couldn't bring myself to be with anyone else because I knew it could never live up to what I felt with you. Being here with you is hell because my heart wants nothing more than for us to pick up where we left off 13 years ago but my head knows no matter what I do that can never happen. We can never go back to that." She sighs.

"MC, I just can't." I say.

"I know. So, where does all this leave us now?" She asks.

"I don't know."

Hearing her say those things should make me feel happy or angry or something but instead, it just confuses me even more.

[multi--kpop--fanfics]

(Not) Such A Good Boy

sub!bf!Juyeon x dom!fem!reader (ft. Eric, Kevin and Hyunjae)

genre: smut, slight crack, a bit of fluff towards the end

contains: dom/sub themes, degradation, oral sex (f receiving), marking, biting, spanking, Juyeon is a brat on a choker and a leash, unprotected sex (be safe y’all)

Author’s note: This man right there has been wrecking my existence lately (I blame Kingdom) and this GIF screams sub!Juyeon so yeah, enjoy this filth

“Lee Juyeon, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me”, you scoff under your breath. You have been waiting for the past twenty minutes in the living room, outfit and makeup on point, since you were about to go clubbing with your group of friends. But apparently, your dear boyfriend had lost all sense of time, trying to get ready.

Visibly irritated, you storm to your shared bedroom, your heels angrily clicking on the wooden floor. “Juyeon, I swear to God-” you mutter and stop mid-sentence, only to see your boyfriend leaning on the door, fully dressed and a lop-sided smirk plastered on his handsome face. 

“You called, babe?”, he asks teasingly and before rolling your eyes, you give him an once-over, processing his choice of clothes - a pair of tight black leather pants that were hugging his muscular thighs deliciously, a pair of black combat boots, a cropped black sweater with holes around his clavicles and a black belt-like choker around his neck. He was the epitome of the emo bad boy that all parents hated and all girls craved. 

“Um, what is this?”, you question him with a pointing finger. "That, is my outfit for tonight", Juyeon states, the previous smirk still on his face, "What, you don't like it?". "Isn't it a bit unfair for me to wear not so revealing clothes all while you're dressed as an emo himbo?", you complain and he laughs, "An emo himbo? Wow, you're getting more creative with your descriptions, Y/N. You're right though, it's a sort of questionable outfit". You perk up at his response, hoping he'll change into something more colorful and less hole-adorned, only to be utterly disappointed, as Juyeon reached into the closet only to drape a black leather jacket on top of his broad shoulders. "Now we're good to go", he turns to you and winks with audacity. Brat, you scoff mentally and pick up the keys to unlock the door and finally leave your shared apartment.

"Finally! What the fuck took you so long?!", your friend Eric yells at you, trying to overcome the loud bass of the club speakers. "Your complaints to your friend over there, he was the one who took twenty minutes to get ready", you roll your eyes pointing to Juyeon, who was greeting Hyunjae and Kevin, your other friends. "Yooo, Juyeon, what's up with the collar, bro?", Eric amusingly points out. "It's a choker, you tasteless twat. But what would you know of fashion, since you only know how to wear t-shirts and ripped jeans?", Kevin comments and Juyeon mouths a 'thank you' to him. "Simple is the best, my dear friend. Besides, I've been getting all the girls, unlike you and your snake print jacket", Eric retaliates. "Excuse you, this jacket is a fashion statement!", Kevin bites back, feeling insulted. "Not gonna lie though, it does look like a collar. Will you put him on a leash too, Y/N?", Hyunjae comments in a snarky way, making Eric cringe in disgust. "Hyunjae, please go get some drinks, for God's sake", you reply with a dismissive manner. "Yes ma'am", he rolls his eyes and goes to the bartender.

You turn to Juyeon, who was extremely stiff after Hyunjae's comment. "You okay, baby?", you nudge him softly and he's brought back to reality. "Y-yeah, I'm fine, no worries", Juyeon replies, praying that the loud bass could cover his shaky voice. "Don't listen to Eric and Hyunjae, they have zero fashion sense, bro. I would wear that choker too, looks hella good on you", Kevin adds while pointing to the choker and Juyeon's smile is back on his face, "Thanks, bro, I really appreciate it", he replies with a chirpy tone.

The music suddenly changes into a slower jam and Juyeon smirks devilishly, as he winks at you and walks towards the dance floor. You watched as he starts swaying his hips and shoulders in the most smooth way possible, his half-lidded eyes never leaving yours. Eric and Kevin were whistling and cheering on Juyeon, all while Hyunjae was snorting at their antiques. You were simply lost in the image of your boyfriend dancing like there was no tomorrow. He wasn't just following the rhythm, he was riding it - and boy, was he good at doing so.

In fact, he was so good that he gained the attention of many people in the club. And you were lowkey proud, because that man was yours. However, a certain girl wasn't aware of that - hence why she approached Juyeon and started dancing with him. You were a bit jealous, not gonna lie, but the next moment made your blood fucking boil.

He had the fucking audacity to put his hands on her waist and dance with her - all while looking to you over her shoulder with the most smug expression on his face. That fucker, you mentally curse. This was definitely payback for everything you said before you left the house. You just knew it. You weren't even the jealous or possessive type of girlfriend to begin with.

But you'd be damned if you were to let a random bitch run her hands over your boyfriend.

Hyunjae catches up to your motions and he grabs you by your wrist. "Hyunjae, what the f-" "Shut up and listen to me. Going there and creating a scene will not end up well for you and you will give Juyeon exactly what he wants", he states and his words hit home faster that you expected. "Since when did you become so perceptive?", you raise an eyebrow and he chuckles, "I have my moments too, Y/N". "So, since your brain decided to actually function tonight, do you have any idea?" you ask in defeat and Hyunjae starts pulling you to the dance floor by your hand, leaving Eric and Kevin completely baffled. He then pulls you into his chest and leans in your ear to whisper

"Just dance, Y/N".

A Cheshire cat-like grin spreads on your lips, as you catch up to his ulterior motive and you start dancing with Hyunjae, hoping that Juyeon will notice the two of you. "Don't think too much about it, it will happen naturally", he adds, "You're too stiff, Y/N, just relax and enjoy dancing".

His words actually succeed in making you relax and you sway your hips more comfortably, actually enjoying the slow jams echoing through the club speakers. Under the dim lights, you lock eyes momentarily with Juyeon, who was licking his lips and his gaze was a mix of lust and death glares, the last one directed to Hyunjae. "Told you it would work", he comments, "You owe me this one". "Shut the fuck up, Hyunjae", you spit back and he laughs.

However, his laughter is cut short by a very jealous Juyeon, who has grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "Next time I see you dance with Y/N, I'll break your fucking kneecaps", he growls and Hyunjae takes a step back, "She's all yours, bro", he raises his hands in defense and returns to the table. Juyeon then turns to you, his blood still boiling with jealousy, as you watch him with a proud smirk.

"You find this funny, huh? Dancing shamelessly with my friend?", he clenches his jaw. You then thread a finger through his choker and pull him close to your face, making Juyeon gasp. "Funny? No honey, I'm fucking fuming right now, because you decided to act like a brat and put your hands on the first bitch that threw herself on you", you retaliate, your chill facade slipping away. A sickly sweet smile adorns Juyeon's face as he watches every single movement of yours. He lowers his head, his lips hanging mere centimeters over yours and he slyly pokes out his tongue to lick your lips, hissing at the wet feeling.

"You're so fucking hot when you're mad, baby".

That was the last straw.

"Get your stuff, we're going home", you announce and he flashes a toothy grin. "Yes ma'am", he replies almost immediately and you return to your friends' table. "Guys, we'll be leaving now, hope you enjoy the rest of the night!" you announce and Eric looks between Juyeon and you. "Do I want to know what's going on?", he questions and Kevin pats him on the back while shaking his head as in 'no'. You both bid farewell to your friends and you walk out of the club, jogging towards your car. Juyeon whips out the cars keys and he opens the door for you, his gentleman-like gesture a complete contrast to his previous bratty behaviour.

The ride back home feels like it lasted for hours, when in reality, it lasted only ten minutes - maybe it's your sheer desire to fuck your handsome boyfriend to oblivion. By the time you entered your shared apartment, your lips were on Juyeon's neck, your hands roaming his toned body and his arms wrapped around your waist.

"You love acting like a bratty slut, don't you?", you sneer at him and he releases a breathy chuckle. "Yeah, and so do you", he whispers and he trails kisses upon your neck and behind your ear, nibbling your earlobe. "Are you going to punish me for being a bratty slut?".

You thought you came right there and then, 'cause fuck, he is so hot like this.

"Is that what you want? Fine then, you'll get the punishment you deserve, slut", you hiss while gripping Juyeon's jaw, your manicured nails raking his porcelain skin, "Don't say I didn't warn you", you whisper into his ear and he releases one of the lewdest sounds you've ever heard in your life. "God, you're a desperate little bitch, aren't you, Lee Juyeon?", you ask while removing the detachable strap of your bag and clasp it on his choker, creating a make-shift leash. "Only for you, baby", he replies with a sultry voice and half-lidded eyes.

You pull him by the make-shift leash, and you push him onto the couch, where you settle yourself on his lap, his hard cock straining his already tight pants. You remove his shirt, exposing his chiseled body. Wasting no time, you attack his collarbones with your lips, trailing red and purple blotches on his soft skin. You bite the juncture of his neck teasingly and he releases breathy moans, making you chuckle. You grind your clothed core on his bulge, and the sweet friction makes Juyeon mewl again. He tries to reach for your crotch with his hand, but you stop him by pulling the leash, making him gasp.

"No sweetheart, no touching tonight", you chastise him, as you pull back to remove your clothes and his pants, leaving the both of you only in your underwear. Juyeon's bulge is even more evident now, the thin material of his boxers having a wet spot, due to his cock leaking pre-cum. The sight in front of you makes your own wetness pool in your panties - your boyfriend on a leash, his perfectly styled hair now disheveled, his upper torso covered in love bites, his muscular thighs fully spread and his cock straining against his boxers.

"Baby, fuck, please do something", he pleads with bleary eyes. "Lie down for me", you order and he's laid flat on his back with one swift motion, his desperation showing. You remove your underwear and place your naked pussy right in front of his face. He reaches for your thighs with his arms, but you slap them away. "I said, no touching", you say sternly, "But-", "You should have thought twice before touching that bitch with your hands. Now, be a good boy and use your pretty mouth", you demand.

Juyeon pushes his wet tongue into your heat without second thought and he's lapping up your juices like a starved man. You can't help but moan with satisfaction, having him under your control like that gave you a huge adrenaline rush. You raked your nails from his torso to the hem of his boxers, the sensation making him moan and momentarily halt his actions. You slap his left thigh to alert him and his cock twitches, the vibrations of his moans coursing through your body as well. Juyeon now flattens his tongue against your folds with a faster tempo.

"You like it when I spank you, huh? Naughty boy", you smirk and land another slap, this time on his right thigh. Juyeon retaliates by sucking on your clit harshly, making you yelp from pleasure and you feel him smirk against your pussy. You find the leash and tug it, pulling Juyeon's face even closer to your core. "Behave, or you'll sleep without cumming tonight", you warn him and he whines, but resumes his efforts nonetheless. "Good boy, k-keep it u-up", you stutter as you feel your high approach with each passing second. His tongue is alternating between circling your clit and pumping in and out of your hole, the squelching sounds creating a pornographic scene.

You scream as you cum on Juyeon's face, your whole body shaking, as he helps you ride out your orgasm with kitten licks. You pull yourself together and turn around to face him, as he nastily licks his lips to taste your essence. "Sweet like fucking candy", he comments, "Want a taste, baby?". You pull him by the leash and crash your lips on his, tasting yourself, as your tongues dance crazily in a battle of dominance. "You're still acting like a brat, but since you did as I said, maybe you deserve to cum after all", you state and bend down to remove his boxers and free his painfully hard erection.

"Y/N, stop fucking teasing already!", Juyeon whines again and you slap his thigh again, "Where did your manners go, baby?".

"Please, Y/N..."

"Please what?"

"Please use my cock to cum"

"Fuck, such a good boy", you moan and spear yourself onto his hard cock, the sudden stretch tipping between pain and pleasure. You give yourself almost no time to adjust and you start riding Juyeon like a mad woman. He pistons his hips in unison, pounding into you with a speed neither of your brains are able to register. You put your hands on his broad chest for support and he holds your hips with his hands so tight you might get bruises the next day. Neither of you are able to contain your obscene moans nor form coherent sentences, way too lost in pleasure and lust.

"Fuck, Juyeon, you're such a good boy, so good for me", "Only for you Y/N, shit- only yours", he groans and his hips start to falter, signaling his upcoming orgasm. "I-I'm close again, nngh..", you mewl as you feel your insides clench around his cock like a vice. "M-Me too, Y/N please let me cum, let me f-fill you up baby", "Oh God, yes, fill me with your cum, babe", you moan loudly.

Juyeon moans with you as he stills himself, his cock twitching uncontrollably and flooding your cunt with his hot cum, painting your insides white. You collapse on top of him, panting heavily, the both of you sweating and spent, laughing breathlessly. You muster all the strength you have left in you to remove the choker from Juyeon's neck.

"Oof, thank you baby", he nods, rubbing his neck softly. You swipe a few dark strands of his forehead. You notice the marks on his neck the choker left and you can't help but feel a little regretful. "Did I hurt you?", you ask sheepishly and Juyeon smiles softly and presses a kiss on your nose. "No baby, you were perfect. We should do this more often, actually. You look hella sexy when you take control", he teases and you playfully smack his chest.

"So you intend to dance with random girls in clubs?", you ask and Juyeon smirks,

"No, but I intend to be not such a good boy for you".

[tryingmybestpls]

Not A Team: Part 2- New World Order

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: The Reader gives a speech at the opening of Steve’s exhibit and has a talk with Sam following his speech.

Rating: T

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER, talks of death, talks of mental illness, feelings of isolation

Read Part One here

Listen to the playlist inspired by the series here

Y/N felt like coming here today was a mistake.

Her stomach tossed and turned like a stormy sea, threatening to send her breakfast all over Rhodey's shiny shoes. She was second guessing everything. Was her dress nice enough? Rhodey had told her she looked great, but she hadn't worn a dress since Steve's funeral-Oh God, what if he was lying to her? No, he wouldn't lie to her-but what if he felt bad? Jesus, dd her shoes look stupid? Maybe she shouldn't have worn heels-but then she always wore heels with dresses and if she wore flats that would look childish. Did her speech sound coherent? Fuck, what if she messes up. Would they think she was doing it on purpose out of retribution for what Steve did? No, they didn't know what Steve did, what he had done to her. What if-

"Hey, hey. What's wrong? You look like you're going to blow chunks." Rhodey cuts through her thoughts like a hot knife through butter. He puts his hand on her back, "Breathe, Y/N."

"Maybe this a bad idea, Rhodey. I mean they have Sam. I think Sam can handle this." She stumbles over her words, trying to calm herself down. Her heart was racing a hundred miles a minute and she swore her hands were shaking,

"You're going to be okay, but you need to relax. I've read and reread your speech a dozen times. It's perfect." Rhodey tries to soothe her, his hand rubbing her back. Y/N squeezes her eyes shut, working on slowing her breathing. In through her nose and out through her mouth.

"Hey pretty lady, I was wondering where the exhibit is. I'm supposed to be giving a speech there today." A voice calls out, sending Y/N's eyes flying open. She turns on her heels, being greeted by the sight of Sam walking towards them, holding the leather case that carries the shield. Y/N can feel the tension melting out of her shoulders as a smile spreads across her nervous face.

"Rhodey, I think they might be letting anyone speak here today." Y/N teases, the anxiousness slipping away, releasing its hold on her. Rhodey chuckles, shaking his head at his friend's antics. She hadn't seen Sam since the days following Steve's funeral and right now, he's a welcome sight. Sam rests his hand over his heart, feigning hurt as he gets closer.

"You wound me, woman." Sam jokes, smiling right back at her. They embrace, her arms wrapping around his neck as his go around her waist, "I missed you, kid."

"I've missed you too, Sammy." She murmurs back, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. They pull away and Sam smiles at her, the skin around his eyes wrinkling. Rhodey clears his throat, gently touching Y/N's upper arm.

"Hey I need to go talk to some people, alright?" Rhodey announces, almost as if he is asking permission. Y/N just smiles and nods, the smile staying on her face until he walks away from the two.

"How are you feeling, Y/N?" Sam questions, to which Y/N sighs, looking down at her shoes.  She stays quiet for a moment, feeling his eyes on her.

"You want the truth or you want me to tell you what I tell Rhodey?" She replies, looking back at him. Y/N shifts from one foot to another, glad they were far from the crowd that was gathering. He gives her a look, giving her an answer without opening his mouth. She sighs again, twisting her wedding ring around her finger.

"I don't sleep, not really. I get maybe an hour a night if I am lucky. I-The house is filled with boxes that I can't unpack because-" Her voice cracks, her chest rising and falling quickly. She bites the inside of her cheek, forcing herself to not cry, "I thought that leaving the apartment would make him go away, but it didn't."

"Well Steve was always stubborn." Sam responds, making a laugh bubble out of her throat before she could stop it. There was an "I'm sorry" buried in the joke and Y/N knew it, but decided to only focus on the joke.

-

The stage looked daunting.

She forced herself up those steps, the person who had introduced her still had his hand outstretched towards her. Y/N wondered if she could make a run for it. Sure people will be mad at her, but she won't be forcing herself through this. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, the clapping nothing but a ringing in her ears. For a moment, her eyes landed on the giant banner of her husband, a lump forming in her throat. He was watching over her, his face emotionless as his eyes seemingly followed her every step. Cameras flashed as she stood on the stage, striding over to the podium. Once she stood in front of it, a hush fell over the crowd.

Y/N Rogers had saved thousands of lives. She was an Avenger and had faced countless foes. Hell, her wedding had more people in attendance than this event, but she still felt sick to her stomach. Y/N gave them all a smile as she forced herself to calm down, swallowing hard before speaking.

"To say that Steve Rogers was a special man is putting lightly. He was a hero that many of us, myself included, aspired to be one day. And while many of you only knew him as Captain America, I was among the lucky few that got to know him just as Steve Rogers. Now I could stand up here and tell you about every battle he won, how valiantly he fought-but everyone else is going to do that. Hell, you can read about it in the exhibit." Y/N chuckles, blinking away the tears in her eyes as the crowd laughs.

Y/N finds Rhodey and Sam in the crowd, both of them giving her smiles of encouragement. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see the diamond on her wedding ring sparkling in the light. It's the first time she's worn it in a while, but it felt almost right to wear it. Once again, she's pretending like Steve didn't leave her. No, Y/N is ignoring that completely, almost blissfully. These people only know Steve as Captain America, as a god-damned American hero. She isn't going to tarnish that, won't ruin his legacy. And regardless of what Steve did to her, she is still in love with him and she wants to talk about the man she fell in love with, not the one that hurt her. Y/N inhales and exhales shakily before continuing.

"Steve was so much more than just Captain America. He was my best friend and my husband. He was the type of man to pick up flowers for you just because. The type of man to tell you that you looked really pretty even though you were covered in dirt and ash. He would let me go on and on about things that didn't even matter, but with the way he paid attention you would think that I was telling him the secrets of the world. Steve loved staying in and having movie marathons-he-he had a list he'd carry with him to write down things he needed to learn about. Before we dated, he would text me randomly, asking me why Jar Jar Binks is hated so much or asking me to explain what emojis are. He never quite got the hang gof the latter." A laugh comes out of Y/N's mouth, the crowd following suit. There was a smile on her face, a warmth spreading in her chest.

"He's the man I'll be in love with until the day I die, but then I'll fall in love all over again because I'll be able to see him again. Steve was the sweetest, kindest man I've ever met and while I will always wish we had more time together, I was lucky to have him as long as I did. We were all lucky to have him." Y/N pauses again, her throat constricting with emotion, "Even though he's gone, Steve lived a long life-a life longer than some of us get and I am happy that so many different facets of his life is going to be explored and shared with so many people. I hope you all enjoy the exhibit. Thank you."

The applause that followed was almost thunderous. Y/N smiled as her heart slammed against her ribcage, cameras flashing as she made her way off the stage. She was glad it was finally over as she moved to stand next to Rhodey and Sam. Sam kissed her cheek before he climbed up the stairs to the stage. Rhodey rubbed her back, telling her quietly that she did great. She just nodded in response, her eyes on her friend, watching as Sam leaned the shield against the plexiglass podium.

"Thank you Y/N for making my job a lot harder." Sam teases, causing everyone to chuckle. Y/N smiles right back at him, shaking her head as her friend carries on, "Steve represented the best in all of us. Courageous, righteous, hopeful. And he mastered poising stoically. "

Sam's a natural at this, standing up there like its nothing. And while Y/N should be focused on the speech, her eyes keep drifting down to the shield at his feet.

"The world has been forever changed. A few months ago, billions of people reappeared after five years away, sending the world into turmoil. We need new heroes. Ones suited for the times we're in. Symbols...are nothing without the women and men that give them meaning. And this thing," Sam chuckles, picking up the shield, "I don't know if there's ever been a greater symbol. But it's more about the man who propped it up and he's gone. So, today we honor Steve's legacy, but also, we look to the future. So thank you, Captain America. But this belongs to you."

Y/N feels sick to her stomach as she watches Sam hand the shield off. Her chest feels tight and she-she can't be here. There's a ringing on her ears and she can't breathe. Y/N pushes through the crowd, not bothering with pleasantries as she does it. A dozen emotions rack her body, causing her hands to start to heat up. She forces it down, deep down as she walks into an empty bathroom, locking the door behind her.

Sam gave away the shield.

He gave it away.

Like it was nothing.

And she wants to scream, wants to cry, but it won't come out. Y/N won't let it, not now when she is still in public. She walks over to the sinks, her hands gripping the counter. Her eyes are rimmed with red, eyes all watery. Her red painted lips press into a thin line as she forces herself to not cry, practically glaring at her reflection. What did her therapist tell her to do? Ah yes, breath in and out. In and out.

This was all too much way too soon. She couldn't handle this. She was being bombarded with memories and emotions already and now Sam giving the shield away? She felt like she was going to lose it. A part of her felt like she was overreacting. overthinking this whole situation. And maybe she was. Y/N did that from time to time. Tony had told her she was an expert of making mountains out of molehills. Maybe Sam just didn't want to be Captain America, didn't want to shoulder that burden. That was understandable. It was a shitty, shitty job-one that Sam didn't ask for. He shouldn't be forced to take on the mantle of Captain America, not when the previous owner had tossed it away so carelessly.

Yet, the bigger part of her was incredibly upset. Angry at the fact that Sam handed off the shield to be shelved in a museum. Overwhelmed by the amount of Steve that was everywhere. Confused over the multitudes of feeling that were swarming her body.

And there was nothing she could do about any of them. She just had to grin and bear it, just like she's been doing since Steve decided he much rather spend an entire lifetime with a woman he knew for a few months. So Y/N collected herself, blinked away her tears, and left the bathroom. Her feet had a mind of their own, carrying her towards the one place she didn't want to be.

The exhibit.

Steve's image is plastered on every single surface, telling the details of every part of his life. Scrawny Steve, bootcamp Steve, darling icon of patriotism during the war Steve, frozen Steve, Battle of Manhattan Steve, cartoon Steve punching Hitler, Steve during Sokovia, Steve on the run. Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve. He covers every single square inch, which makes sense because this is his exhibit. And while Y/N knows she should just turn on her heel and not put herself through it, she throws caution to the wall. She's already incredibly upset, so she might as well pour gallons and gallons of salt and lemon juice into that open wound.  So she forces herself deeper into the exhibit, running straight into the very last man she wants to see at this moment.

"You know I wasn't expecting to find you here." Sam tells her as soon as her foot enters the next room. She keeps her mouth shut, so he adds "Rhodey is looking for you."

"You know on his right sleeve of his suits, right near his wrist, he had my initials stitched. He told me he wanted to carry a piece of me into every mission, into every fight." Y/N announces as she looks at a picture of Steve on a mission, most likely taken by Natasha. Sam sighs, walking over to her, wanting her to see his point of view.

"Look I know you're upset-" He starts, but is immediately cut off by a dry chuckle slipping out of Y/N's mouth as she walks around the room. She wants to lay in to him, wants to give him a piece of her mind.

"Oh I am far past the point of being "just upset", Wilson. It wasn't yours to give away. I-I don't care if you didn't want the mantle, but..." Her angry words trail off once she realizes what part of the exhibit she has reached, her face dropping.

Y/N stops in front of a part of the exhibit labeled 'Two Heroes United'. Her eyes roam over the pictures of her and Steve's wedding and the pictures taken throughout the duration of their relationship, so much more than what the file Rhodey had left detailed. So many smiles, so much happiness filling each and every picture. Her facade is cracking, chipping away as she forces herself to study every picture, studying their faces over and over, trying to see if there was something she had missed, if-if there was something she could have said or done to hold onto him a little longer. If there was something hidden behind his smile, behind his touches, they don't reveal themselves in the photographs.

She's just a footnote in his life, a blurb at the end of a long story. A tool to make him look like an all-American family man. Bucky and Sam had much larger parts of the exhibit dedicated to their roles in Steve's life and who they are outside of being Steve's friends. Y/N-well Y/N gets this, a paragraph saying that she was on the team and then married Steve. She is just haphazardly tacked onto the story of his life, a cute story to make people feel all warm inside. He got his happily ever after, they'll say-or they'll whisper to one another God she was so lucky to have him. They won't ask if she got her happily ever after or if she feels lucky now.

Sam got to hand off the shield, got to throw away the title of Captain America. He gets to keep on living his life after this, but Y/N-Y/N will always be Steve's wife. And it doesn't matter how many people she saved or what she did with her time on earth, she will only be know for being the wife of the man who abandoned her. Y/N's tied to him for eternity, stuck loving a man who decided to love someone else.

And then, just like that, something inside of her just snaps. Her facade fully crumbles, leaving her unable to mask what she's going through.  Y/N's eyes fill up with tears and she's unable to blink them away before they spill over the edge, sending tears rolling down her cheeks. And as she stood there, crying in the middle of the exhibit dedicated to Steven Grant Rogers, a depressing epiphany popped into her mind.

The shield was the last part of Steve that she had that wasn't tainted in some way, a piece of him that she could still bear to see. And Sam had just given it away, leaving her with nothing but memories that would haunt her.

-

"I watched your speech. You did really good, Y/N." Her therapist praises, giving her a soft smile. Y/N nods, twisting her wedding ring on her finger. She had decided to start wearing it again, even though her feelings about Steve were still conflicted. While a part of her thought that this meant she was healing, Y/N knew it was more likely tied to the fact that Sam had given up the shield.

"It-It felt good." Y/N replies, shifting in her seat. She had thought it was a subtle movement, but Dr. Raynor gave her a look. After a few months of court-ordered appointments, the therapist knew Y/N all too well and she sure as hell knew when Y/N wasn't telling the truth.

"Something is upsetting you. What happened?" The doctor questions, clicking her pen. Y/N dreaded the noise. It meant a longer session, more bandaids being ripped off in order to force the wounds into the light. It would mean she would return to her home a little colder, a little emptier.

"Nothing happened. It-I had a good day. A good week." Y/N tries to reassure her, even going as far as to give her what she thought was a honest smile. Dr. Raynor held up her pad of paper, making a show of slowly bring the pen down to the paper. Y/N's smile falls and she looks down at her hands, letting out a small sigh.

"He-Sam gave away the shield. He gave it away like it was nothing." The ex-hero announces, feeling like a scolded child. Raynor lowers her pen and paper, settling back into her seat.

"And you feel like he shouldn't have?"

"No. No, Steve-Steve chose him. Steve gave him the shield because he knew that Sam was good, that Sam could handle it. And-And Sam just gave it away." Y/N stammers, picking at a thread that was hanging off her shirt.

"You know, I think that is the first time you have said his name aloud." Raynor mentions, causing Y/N to stop her movements. The thread is caught between her fingers, pulled taut. The doctor continues, "You always refer to Steve as 'he' or 'him' or 'my husband'. You never say his name."

"I don't think I was ready to be around...Steve. Not that much." Y/N tries to shift the focus, shame filling her, her face feeling hot. She knows she has her reasons not to say his name, but she still felt terrible about not being able to say his name.

"But you still spoke at the opening of his exhibit. I'm sure everyone would more than understand why you couldn't. So why did you decide on speaking?" The therapist asks, taking down a couple notes of her pad of paper. Y/N stays silent for a moment, letting go of the thread to start twisting her ring again.

"I-I don't know. Rhodey asked me and I-I guess I thought I could do it. And the speech wasn't bad I just-I wasn't expecting Sam to give away the shield." Y/N responds, her voice soft. She feels so small, sitting here on this charcoal grey couch. Y/N almost felt...stupid for being so angry at Sam. It wasn't his fault at all and as Y/N said everything out loud, she felt like such an asshole.

"If you would've known that Sam wanted to give the shield away, would you have stopped him?" Dr. Raynor replies, leaning forward slightly as she takes a few notes. Y/N feels herself sinking into the couch.

"I don't know. I-I wish he would have just told me so that we could've talked about it." She answers, looking out of the window. Dark grey clouds filled the sky, blocking out a lot of the sunlight that wanted to shine down on the city. Y/N didn't know if she would have actually forced him to keep the shield. That wasn't on him to have hold on to hat chunk of vibranium. It was wrong for Steve to have thrown that all on Sam. What would be the alternative? For her to keep the shield? Y/N highly doubted that the United States government would allow that.

-

Y/N was watering her garden when her phone started to ring in her back pocket. She quickly moves to shut off the water hose before she slips the phone about her pocket. Sam's name and picture appears on her screen, making uneasiness fill her stomach. Y/N exhales through her noise loudly before answering it, holding the phone against her ears.

"Have you seen the news?" Sam asks, not even letting her get a single syllable out.

"No, I've been outside-What's going on, Sam?" Y/N questions, making her way to the house. Something was definitely wrong. Sam never called her unless it was for emergencies. if they did communicate, it was mainly through texting. Her heartbeat started to race, as did her thoughts. A million different scenarios filled her head, each one worse than the last.

"You need to turn on the news right now." Sam replies as she opens the back door, quickly crossing the kitchen and walking into the living room. Her hands are almost shaking as she picks up the remote, turning the television on. Luckily for her, the last thing she had been watching was the news. Unluckily for her, she was greeted with a man holding the shield-Steve's shield, dressed in what looked like an off-brand, shitty version of the Captain America suit.

Anger filled her body. It had been four days tops since Sam handled off the shield and already, they had found their 'new Captain America'. The man in question was smiling smugly in the ill-fitting suit, waving at the camera, holding onto his shield tightly. God, Y/N wanted to beat the shit of the man and every single person who had okayed this. She could only hear bits and pieces of the speech as the news replayed it, but even that bullshit was too much for her to handle. She muted the television, tossing the remote on the couch.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me?" Y/N exclaims, her hands getting warm. The Avenger was unable to get to anything articulate as rage filled her. She quickly put the phone on speaker, setting the device down just in case her hands caught flame.

"I know. I know. It's fucking bullshit." Sam replies, sighing. Y/N paced in front of the television, trying to calm herself down before she burned a hole through her rug. On the screen, the fake Cap was talking about something, a saccharine smile spread across his face. Y/N wanted to take that God damn shield and smash his teeth in.

"That asshole has my husband's fucking shield. They-He isn't supposed to be Captain America, okay? It's just not-It's not theirs to give away." Y/N's voice cracks towards the end, tears filling her eyes. While she wasn't Steve's number one fan, she hated that they had already chose someone to take up his title. If Sam wasn't going to be Captain America, then no one should be Captain America.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I wouldn't have given away the shield if I would've known...I'm sorry." Sam murmurs over the phone. Y/N covers her face with her almost glowing hands as she tries to control her breathing, not able to respond to Sam’s apologies. Her sadness and anger quickly shifted into something else. 

Something inside of her switched on, something that she hadn't felt in a long time, not since she was a hero, back when she was an Avenger.

Y/N wanted to go to work.

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Baby Daddy Shigaraki fanfic pt2

It was a miracle that no one questioned the name put down when Shigaraki had to sign the birth certificate. You summed it up as fearing for their lives but it could be many things you try to convince yourself as the reality of your new life truly set in.

The after birth pain, though constant, was numbed whenever you looked down on your son's face. He had yet to do anything more than sleep, much to your annoyance. And was aggressive when breastfeeding  much to Shigaraki's enjoyment, "Just like his father." 

Dabi was the second one to hold Daiki after Komugiri but the look of horror on his face when you fully released the baby into his arms was one that deeply concerned you. "It's breathing." He whispered to you eyes wide.

You signal for Komugiri to stand close behind Dabi just in case he really lost it. "Yeah Dabi.....he is breathing...cause that's what living things do." 

Time skip

You sigh as you finally set Daiki down inside his new bed for a nap. His small face looked so delicate surrounded by soft lavender blankets. His whole room theme was a soft purple as preferred by Komugiri. 

You closed the door till there was only a sliver of light coming in just in case he woke up again, then you headed to your living room. 

Shigaraki sat on the couch shirtless and flicking through TV channels. "Why are you still here?" You ask as you walk to the kitchen to find your tea. "What do you mean?" You stir four teaspoons of sugar into your coffee. "I got Daiki under control, you don't have inconvenience yourself."

Tomura flicked through the channels once again. "You and Daiki are not an inconvenience, you're both my responsibility now." You release the spoon causing it to clink loudly against your ceramic cup. "I don't want you to force yourself to be here, you've obviously proved that you don't really want to be apart of this."

"Y/N come on now this again?!" "Yes this again!" Shigaraki groaned scratching idly at his neck. "I've already missed the hidden trailer off Daiki's life I'm not going to miss the prequel sequel." You groan softly, "Stop talking in video game terms you know I don't understand!"

Shigaraki stands up and walks to the kitchen now leaving only the island separating you. "Look you can hate me all you want, I don't care, hell I'm used to it. But you are not keeping me from my son." You shudder at the tone Tomura spoke at.

There were very few times when you've heard this voice and luckily it was never directed to you. This voice meant that what he said was final and he would not go back on it no matter who got in his way. "I would love to have you in his life Tomura, but I don't want what comes with it." You finally say, making Tomura throw his hands up in defeat.

"What do you expect me to do woman?! Make him tag along on "Bring your child to work day?" You turn away trying to contain your annoyance in fear of waking up the baby. "I'm giving you one chance to get your shit together, don't mess it up." Behind you, you could hear the steady steps of Tomura retreating, "And I'm giving you a chance to see how stupid you're being right now."

Before he completely walked away he stopped, "I am going to check on Daiki since it seems like he's the only one that appreciates my efforts."

Once you heard the familiar creak of Daiki's bedroom door you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. "How did I get like this?" 

It of course was on a Saturday, as all good stories do. You were working a waitress job at Denny's as a way to earn some pocket money for your first year in Japan. 

"Table 3 we got your Bourbon Chicken skillet, Fish and chips, two waters, and a cherry sprite." Your say setting down all your items before walking to the booth next to them. 

"Hello welcome to Denny's, what can I get for you all tonight?" Dabi at the time, had a nonchalant hand over Twice's mouth most likely to stop his internal bickering. Komugiri was navigating the kids menu with a then 15 year old Toga. Spike ordered some Fish and Chips as per usual and Shigaraki was starting at your tits.....

Shigaraki was staring at your tits.....

He was STARING- I think you get the point

"Hey birthday bitch what are you ordering?" Dabi said snapping Tomura back to the present. "Uh.. get me a steak skewer." Dabi gasped, "I spent all my time and hard work scrounging up money and you get a damn steak skewer for your birthday?!" 

The five stages of grief came over you internally as you had been standing there way past your recommended time. "If you guys aren't ready to order, I'll just come back-" 

"No no no, we are ready. Can we get chicken on a stick with a side of grapes and fries for the young lady. Steak and eggs for me...Dabi? Dabi leaned back simultaneously releasing twice. "We would like a 3-egg omelette-with some cock!" 

You didn't get paid enough for this.

"I'll get you the omelette but I'm afraid I'm out of stock for that last part." You smirk, putting down the orders so far. Dabi snapped the menu shut, "Do y'all have chicken tenders?" Dabi asked, looking at you hopefully. You nod and he fist bumped Twice for some unforeseen reason. 

"Uh get crusty over there a Supreme Sizzling Skillet." "Wait why can all of you get chicken but I can't?!" You wrote down the orders and glanced at Shigaraki who was now looking directly at you as if you held all the answers. "Okay for drinks?"

   As you got off work, you took the back alley entrance to the bus stop. "Hey." Your scream and toss a punch into the darkness effectively making skin to skin contact. "Ow what the fuck?!" "What do you mean what the fuck you're the rapist!"

Shigaraki's signature light blue hair appeared from the shadows almost glowing from the dim alley light. "Rapist? No, I'm more on the lines of stalker." You stand there for a moment rethinking your life choices. "Yeah okay well I'm going to go-" "Wait!" 

You feel half of a hand grip onto your wrist stopping you in your place. "I uh... Think you're cute and, ah crap what did Dabi tell me to say?!" 

As he mulled over his choice of words you hesitantly reach into your purse for pepper spray. "Uh I was wondering if I could get to know you?" He finally ended off staring at you expectantly. You looked back at him expectantly.

"I know this seems creepy but I'm not exactly good at talking to people that are not my friends so you're kinda boss level interaction." For a while your stare at each other as the cold fall wind blew past the two if you. Giving up, you sighed and pulled out a price of paper, "Look, if I wake up tomorrow and none of my underwear is missing and window is not mysteriously open, I'll give you a call, but don't expect it!"

And he didn't expect it. To your surprise, you never found any ominous signs of entry into your substitute home, and he never 'conveniently' showed up at your job. 

Even so, the very fact that you called him was during a moment of weakness. You were extremely home sick and you had just moved into your new home that was only equipped with a fully furnished bedroom and a microwave. 

When you heard the hesitant knock on the door you quickly put your cup of noodles down and opened the door. In your face was a rose...a single rose in a pot. 

Thats different

"It was short notice and it's not like any flower places were open.... So I stole it." You gingerly take the plant into your hands, "It's the thought that counts (?) Come in." You shut the door behind him and set the plant in the kitchen. 

"You must forgive the dryness of my home, I just moved in so there isn't much going on." Tomura hummed as he felt his bones relax as the warmth of the house filled his body. You stared at each other for a while, awkwardly sweating back and forth. Finally, you both opened your mouth to speak up.

"I didn't know I'd get this far so.."

You blink at each other before you double over with laughter. "Uh okay, well how about we watch a movie, get comfortable. The TV is in my room so I hope that doesn't bother you." 

You put on Wall-E for lack of better mood as Tomura hesitantly settled on your plush bed, hands clasped tightly between his thighs.

You two watch these movie in silence and shared popcorn. It wasn't awkward silence though, it was needed. A unspoken message saying that you both acknowledged that this was weird but it was a good weird. Both of you were willing to give it a try.

"Hey pass the popcorn." Tomura said blindly patting the air in front of you. "No you've ate most of it already!" You opted to keeping the bag as far as possible. "It's good popcorn now hand it over." You continue to resist but he was more stubborn.

Unable to think of any other way to save your beloved popcorn you clench your eyes shut and deliver a small peck to the tip of Shigaraki's nose. 

Almost as if shocked, he slides away holding his nose gently. You huff with airy laughter at his flushed face, "Told you, this is my popcorn." 

You smile softly at the memory wiping away a stray tear from your face. "One chance... I'll give him one chance."

You tiptoe to Daiki's new room and peek inside. It was too dark for you to see inside so you opened the door completely. You blankly look into the empty room before falling to your knees. "SHIGARAKI TOMURA I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" You scream into the night air as you glared into the baby less crib.

"Man are you sure you should have him here? He's still a newborn and nothing's baby proof, hell this is a bar so it's far from sanitary!" Dabi said glancing into the baby carriage. Daiki sleepily gazed up at Dabi and babbled. 

"Y/N and I are going through a small set back so I decided to give her some space." Tomura unclipped Daiki from his carseat and picked him up holding his head in a four fingered hold. "We decided to give her some space isn't that right?" He cooed at Daiki who gingerly hit his nose.

"Dude stop, seeing you with a baby is giving me the creeps." Shigaraki glared as Dabi took a shot, "Ignore your uncle Dabi he's just mad he's not as cute as you."

Komugiri was washing dishes until a shiver went down his mystical spine, "I feel a disturbance in the force.

[dimpledlavendeer]

This is a bit long 🙈

Can barely be called suggestive I guess

Heeseung when you were overworking yourself

You're stressed out for your upcoming exams

You studied all day and now your head is full of lessons

Heeseung knew you were working hard so he came to your place to spend the night with you

And he thought maybe he could help you relax a bit

But you were so stressed so you just studied not giving much attention on him

He realized you were overworking yourself and was sick of watching you torture yourself like this so he came closer to your desk

You thought he wanted some attention but you didn't have time for it so you said

"Now is not the time for it Heeseung" istg give him attention 😤

"Yeah you're right bc now it's your time to get some sleep y/n"

He said while closing your book and holding your hands so you wouldn't stop him

Before you could even blink he got you on his shoulder carrying you to your bedroom

He put you on bed gently

"Get some rest y/n"

You were stressed and even tho he was right you just got mad at him for stopping you 🙄

"I can decide on what I wanna do, thanks" you replied getting out of bed

He pushed you back to bed "Obviously you can't make great decisions about your health rn"

"I'm fine, I need to study"

"You're fine? Are you kidding me?" He raised his voice

He was worried for you

"Look Heeseung.."

"You haven't eaten since I came here, you didn't even get up to look at my face all you do is work.." He sighed

"I know you need to study and I promise I'm not here to distract you but you should be careful of yourself too, look at your eyes baby they are all red.. How long have you been studying?"

He was right you were pushing yourself too hard, you were also pushing him too

You felt so bad thinking how much he tried to take care of you since he arrived and you refused him each time

"Sorry.." you were about to cry and he noticed

He hold your chin down and gave you a warm but worried smile before giving you a small kiss

"Don't be, just let me help you okay?"

"You don't have to-"

"It's because I want to y/n"

You were sitting on the bed with him on the floor, standing on his knees in between your legs, he was slowly massaging your thighs

"I don't know how to calm down I feel like I will screw up" you said about to burst into tears

"Your mind is too full right now, forget about that exam" he said getting up

He pushed you from your shoulders to make you lay down on the bed

Took off his beanie and fixed his hair before looking down at you

Seriously he was so handsome that looking at him made you forget about all your worries

A cute smirk formed on his face before saying "turn your back" in a low tempting voice

"turn your back?" ...

"TURN YOUR BACK?!?!?"

Your eyes got widened at what he say

I mean of course you wanted him to relieve you but NOT THAT WAY

You got up from bed to run to living room but a laughing Heeseung hold you from your arm

He was literally laughing his ass off, the boy was dying laughing at you while you're looking shocked

When he managed to breathe he said "I was gonna massage your back y/n" in between giggles

You now were the reddest thing on the planet

"I mean I wanted to help you relax.." He was wiping his tears while laughing "But still you know I would be more than happy to help you anyway you want me to" he said winking at you

His face was so cute unlike the meaning behind his sentence

You hit his shoulder playfully then hugged him burying your face into his chest

He was still giggling

"Shut up Hee istg-"

"Or what baby? Will you make me shut up?"

You looked at his smirking face you didn't even know how RED you were anymore

You weren't feeling stressed anymore, you were much better thanks to him

"I will slap you Heeseung"

"Oh Geez, that sounds spicy" He said barely holding his laughter

"I didn't realize you were into aggressive stuff before, I mean i know you like to be on top someti-" you cut his words by closing his mouth with your hands

He was smiling so big, eyes literally glowing looking at you

"I said shut up Heeseung damn it" you said trying not to laugh yourself

He suddenly lifted you up and THROW you to the bed, getting on top of you while smiling

Before you could push him he hold your hands so now you were stuck under him

He was smirking at you while you were biting your lip, trying not to laugh

"Is this how you want me or do you prefer turning your back?" He said in a low voice smirking

OH MY GOD

You shut your eyes, couldn't even help your smile because of how ridiculously hot and funny this situation was at the same time

You knew you would laugh if you open your mouth to answer him so you just sighed deeply

"So you want the both ways huh?" He said when you didn't answer

"Don't worry baby you will be very relaxed in a couple of hours" he said giggling

"Heeseung please" you could barely say letting out a small giggle yourself too

"No need for asking baby, I'll let you play with me all you want tonight" he said kissing your lips "I want you to do well on that exam" he whispered moving to your neck

You were feeling so good right now, him leaving small kisses to your jawline and your neck

You knew he was really trying his best to make you smile and he succeeded on it

You kissed his neck and whispered "thank you" to his ear

He stopped kissing you and looked at you smiling softly

"Are you better?" He said releasing your hands

You moved towards him and sit on his lap on the bed, kissing his lips before hugging him tightly

"Yes Heeseung all thanks to you"

"Don't thank me, just be okay"

That sentence made you smile "Actually I need one more thing to be okay Heeseung, can you help me with it?"

"Of course, tell me what it is"

On his words you get off of him and turned your back to him, laying back down on the bed

You were smiling while watching his eyes getting bigger and his mouth opening widely at your actions

He was so shocked to see you actually "turning your back"

"Y-you wanna do it now? S-seriously?" He said hands in air, not knowing where to place them on your body

"Yes.." you said holding one of his hands and kissing his fingers softly

"Take off your shirt" you said while smiling

He obeyed licking his lips but still in shock

You let out a small giggle before saying "Now can you massage me please 🥺?"

His expression was so funny that you had to bite on your lower lip to not laugh out loud

He was so done, sighing in disbelief while getting in right position to massage you

"You think that exam won't end don't you?" He said trying to sound angry while laughing at himself

"Why, do you have a surprise for me after it ends?"

"Yes actually I do, a very pleasuring one actually" he said smiling adorably as If what he was saying was something cute

"What if it isn't my type of pleasure Heeseung?"

"You weren't saying these at our previous ones"

You let out a laugh while pinching his leg slowly

He laughed while saying "Do well on that exam and I'll reward you"

"SHUT UP HEESEUNG"

"Fine" Hee said while slowly squeezing your ass in between laughs

He fall next to you on the bed

"I love you Heeseung" you said being really thankful for what he did for you tonight

"I love you more, now get some sleep"

[shelby-love]

MATT CASEY

Hatred and fatherly love.

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warning(s): none

Author's note: I had a lot of fun with this one. I'm still thinking about whether or not I should just keep the ending as it is or make a part two where (as requested) they fall for each other. But if I'm being honest I kind of dig feisty Y/N that stands her ground.

PART // 2 //

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MASTERLIST

"Justin what you did was wrong," You fumed, handing him the last of your boxes to load into the truck. He took them without saying a word, letting you take out your frustration on him. "I can't believe dad would do that."

"Oh come on," Your older brother groaned. "Now you're acting like Erin."

"Damn right I am," You agreed. "Unlike dad, Erin and I want you to learn from your mistakes. Obviously, that's not gonna happen if dad keeps babying you."

"So what?" His words came out immaturely, making you punch his shoulder. "Ow! What was that for?"

"For being an asshole! That little boy is paralysed from the waist down because of you!"

"You're overreacting."

"You know what, I give up." Your hands curled around the car doors before they released when you shut the door closed. Anger took permanent residence in your chest.

You shot your brother a glare before jumping into your car. "Thanks for helping me pack."

And with that you sped off to your new home.

***

The apartment complex you moved to was considered to be a jackpot. With that being said, if there was one thing that you liked about having Hank Voight as your father, it was the very comfortable lifestyle you could afford with just your name.

Of course, you were mad at your father right now. What he did to get your immature brother out of trouble was all kinds of wrong, and you didn't support it at all.

"Do you need help with that?" A cool voice told you in passing. You had your hands filled with boxes, and you could barely register what was in front of you.

Before you could say anything hands were already easing the weight in your arms. You smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of your neck shyly.

"Thanks. I just moved here," You explained quickly before looking at the man who offered his help to you. He held the two boxes in his one hand, the other one free for you to take in a greet. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you."

"Matt Casey. You can call me Matt."

Inside, you were panicking. The firefighter who currently hated your father and brother with a passion was standing in front of you.

You smiled shakily before a voice called out. "Miss Voight. There are some papers you need to sign."

The way Matt's eyes narrowed at you looked sinister, almost as if he was ready to swallow you up in flames or maybe even leave you in a burning building to die if it ever came down to it.

You didn't know what to say, only mumbling apologies to him before scurrying over to sign some papers.

And when you came back to where Matt once stood, you found your two boxes down on the floor.

Great. My new neighbour hates my guts.

***

Over the next few days Matt and you had managed to establish a routine. You'd both see each other in the hallways very frequently but never actually greet each other. By Tuesday, you were already used to the icy glares and the feeling of being the most hated woman on earth.

You even managed to make a game out of it. What does he think I do for living, it was called. Your number one guess was that he thought you were a dirty cop. Like your father obviously.

But then again, you swore you could see his eyes linger on your legs in passing every time you wore a skirt or a dress. So yet again, another one of your guesses was that he thought you were a stripper.

As fun as it was to make games out of your non-existent relationship it hurt you to be treated in a way you didn't deserve.

The truth was - you worked as a nurse, specifically working with little children. Every day you saw their parents take down stars in order to make their little ones happy and as messed up as it sounded you saw yourself categorizing your own father with them. The only difference between them and your own father was the fact that your father did what he did to protect you in a way that some people didn't seem to find fit.

People like Matt for instance.

And while you understood both sides, you leaned toward Matt. What Justin did was awful and your mind was set in stone - he deserved time. He had to sit in a cell and feel what is like to be at the bottom before he could even begin thinking about changing for the better.

Sadly that's not what happened.

As you walked back to your new apartment the bags under your eyes became more evident. You had lost a patient today. A little baby girl lost to cancer in a battle called life. It left a mark at your heart, and her smiling face was still misty in your mind.

Your eyes spotted Matt who strode down the hallway dressed in a simple button up and jeans, looking extremely handsome.

You couldn't really blame yourself for ogling him. No matter what you told yourself, Matt Casey was still the type of man that had you on your knees.

His eyes returned to his usual glare and while normally you weren't affected by that, today his eyes were the last straw.

Your lip started to tremble, while your eyes were filling with moisture and hands were aggressively stuffed in your purse in a frantic search for your keys.

Matt's face immediately softened but before he could reach you, you had jumped inside and locked the door behind you.

Exhausted by life, you slowly slid down the door until your bottom had hit the dark laminate. You sobbed in a matter you thought was quiet.

But it wasn't.

Matt had pressed his ear against your door and listened closely. Your whimpers entered his ears and he felt everlasting guilt consume him. Did he do this?

He decided then and there that he was going to let go of his prejudice and make things right between you two.

***

Once the sun came out you realized that you were obligated to wake up and start your new date. Just like every time, you pretended to turn over a clean sheet and start your day as your best self.

Your morning routine passed rather quickly. Pretty soon you were sat in your new colorful armchair with tea in your hand and a magazine in the other.

You, just like many others, learnt how to leave your days work in your uniform. Last night being an exception. Once you put that blue uniform back on you were sure to welcome back the dark feelings, but until then, you enjoyed the feeling your silky pyjamas provided.

Your phone rang, and you reached out to answer it. One look at the phone had your face scrunched in distaste, "Yes Justin? How may I be of help today?"

If your brother noticed the sarcasm then he sure did a good job concealing it. Monotonously he greeted you back, "Can't I just call my favourite sister to see how she's doing?"

Rolling your eyes you trekked to your room to change, "Make it quick. I have to go to work."

"Dad's in jail."

"What?" You stopped in your tracks, hardly believing what's happening.

"You know dad." He said, "Don't worry sis. He'll be out in no time."

"This isn't funny Justin," You scolded, throwing a dark purple shirt over your head while your phone sat on your vanity, Justin on full volume speaker.

"Well... I thought you should know."

And with that he hung up.

Annoyed beyond words you grabbed the phone and threw it on your bed. It landed on your creamy sheets safely as you wrestled your jeans.

After that spectacle you grabbed your bag and stormed outside only to clash into something strong.

"Shoot I'm sorry-" You hastily apologized. Your hair was all over the place and you barely had enough time to collect your strands of hair behind your ear before looking at the person you had assaulted with your clumsiness not even twenty seconds earlier.

Matt Casey.

Oh how the stars aligned for you two.

"You." You spit.

He raised a blonde eyebrow at you as if saying that you had no audacity to say anything remotely accusing to him.

"Me?"

"Yes you!" You stomped your heeled boot like a child. "My dad's in jail because of you!"

It was like a switch was turned in his head. Matt took a menacing step closer. "Because of me? He did that to himself when he sent someone to kill me!"

"K-kill you?" You whispered, almost inaudible for him to hear. Suddenly your own words worked against you.

"Just because I wouldn't pull back my report." He explained to you. "And I'm glad I didn't. Your bastard of a brother deserves it for what he did."

You fully agreed with him but the emotions that bubbled inside you came to a boiling point. You could no longer hold back, and so you took a deep breath and spoke. "You think I support him? He got that little boy paralysed and you have the audacity to think I would support someone like that? He may be my older brother but that doesn't mean he has my love and support. I'm the first one in line when it comes to saying he needs to do time."

Your words were getting through to him, you could see it. "And as for my dad... He has his own issues, I admit. But there's one thing you need to know about him: he would do anything for his kids. And I mean it. He might be a dirty cop to you, but he's my father. Justin's too. Don't blame him for thinking that his son is able to change, because I'm damn sure you would do the same if you were in his shoes."

And with that you stormed off to see your father and give him a piece of your mind too.

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