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adeehayag · 1 year ago

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too far / a self para (pt. 3)

triggers: murder, death

July 22, 2023 (almost midnight)

Why is it that when Maya died -- I'm really not sorry about it -- but it was my birthday the next day and I went to Medusa to celebrate that, I had people look at me strangely for doing that, but bodies have been dropping left and right recently, and if you're not in a celebratory mood tonight at this engagement party, you're in the wrong?

People suck, I thought, as I made my way to the open bar. And everyone here will pay.

My brain grew tired of planning after Toby, and I figured it just wasn't for me. That was more Jake's area of expertise anyway and besides, it's so much more fun to just wing it because not only will the future dead person be surprised, so will I! A fun, little surprise for me, like a treat.

I want to have a lot of treats tonight, I thought as I took a sip from my drink. The only plan I have for tonight that's set in stone is that I'll convince people I'm well on the way to being drunk as the night goes on, when I'll be anything but, to make people think that I could never be responsible for any of the murders that will be happening tonight.

I had a list of people I want to kill: Jieun and her friends but Jieun specifically for being a fake bitch, Lucia for grieving like she was Dante's girlfriend when, news flash, she wasn't and never will be, that overdramatic, overtalkative bitch, Dominic for making fun of me because I couldn't drive like he's sooooooo special for not making use of public transportation, Analu for breaking up with me all those years ago and still, to this day, never really giving me a reason why, Greyson for not choosing me, Kat solely because it's something I've been dreaming of for a long time now and of course, Sarah and Charlotte, solely for being Jake's sisters.

I didn't need a reason, but I still got them. I'll be sure to let them know why I wanted them dead before I slit their throat.

Everyone's soooooooo cute for thinking I'll stay the sniveling, crying, weak person I used to be that let Kat slap me without fighting back. They'll never expect that that person is dead, buried alongside the rest of the people I stabbed.

The person I am now is just one of the many things I'm so thankful to Jake for.

However, as excited as the thought of having multiple treats tonight made me, I still had to keep up the pretense that I was the woman who had lost everything. In a sense, that was still true. But why dwell on the thoughts of the people who are already dead when I could just think about the people I could still kill?

I wasn't in a celebratory mood, that's for sure. I love love, always have, and I always want to celebrate it, but isn't it clear to everybody that Mei doesn't actually love Levi? It's actually kind of funny to see everyone put on a smile and pretend to be happy, because I'd been doing the same thing for a long time. A long, long time now, it seems.

It also didn't really sit right with me that Mei doesn't seem to be as happy as she could be, when she was getting exactly what I used to wish on every star and every 11:11 for -- a rich, devoted husband, though I could do without the whole religion talk, and a child. A family. A future that's set and stable and secured. She'd never want for anything and she doesn't even seem all that grateful for it.

Maybe I could still have all of that with Jake once Kat's out of the picture.

I kept ordering drinks, kept pretending to drink them, kept walking around pretending to be drunk and that I needed to go to the bathroom or outside to get some fresh air, but I was mostly looking for any opportunity to get people on their own.

Maybe I should have come here with a better plan, I started to think because it seemed like I wouldn't be able to do as much killing as I wanted to, just as the red and blue lights filtered in through the windows. I didn't have to fake my confusion as I wondered what was going on, and the shock evident on my face was genuine when the Chief of Police told the entire ballroom of Lucia's death.

Damn it, Jake. She should have been mine, I couldn't help thinking, though I had to stamp down my laughter as I listened to the murmurs around me. Bye, bitch. Down in the dirt you go, where you belong.

Other than the initial shock and glee that she was dead, though, I found that there was also disappointment. I talked a big game about killing people tonight and I actually hadn't done anything yet. I didn't know Jake was going to kill tonight, and if he could do it even with all these people around, even with a date, even with his siblings at this party, then I most definitely can too. I just need to figure out how to actually do it, and the fact that everyone's now locked inside the hotel room just made everything so much harder.

People wouldn't dare pass up the opportunity to think of me as a weak person, I had come to realize. It's easier for them to think of me as that and I know now that I could use that to my advantage. That, and the fact that everyone thought I was drunk tonight meant that they wouldn't really think twice about me running to the bathroom, especially when I say I'm about to throw up.

I took a special interest when I saw that Levi was going upstairs to his room, instead of going back to the ballroom where Mei was, and my curiosity got the better of me as I followed him up to his room. Just like Toby, I wondered if he was really as nice as he seemed. He was selfish, that was for sure. He wanted to celebrate while people were dying around him.

Maybe the world would be a better place without him too. He hadn't been on my list but I can add him onto it right now, I thought as I checked to see the knife in my purse, the same one I used on Rhys all those months ago. Usually, selfish people were at least smart people, but Levi didn't seem to be one of them, because he didn't even consider having security at this event. An event with his pregnant fiancée, mind you.

I just waltzed in here, in my sparkly dress, a knife that could definitely implicate me for Rhys' murder, hidden in my equally sparkly purse, and nobody knew about it. Sure, I could always say that I have it to defend myself in case a situation arises, but I also didn't want to be labeled a suspect, like Toby had been. All because of a video that didn't even make that much sense to me.

I could turn on the waterworks, though, and I know people would stop thinking that I'd have anything to do with these murders. People never want to see a woman cry, especially one who looked like me and who had publicly lost so much. They'll never believe it.

Suckers.

I laughed as Levi asked me what I was doing, before I took out the knife. What did he think I was doing? Just taking a casual stroll into his hotel room with a knife out for what? A conversation? Wow, he really was stupid.

And then he had the audacity to ask me if I had been the one to hurt Lucia, and I rolled my eyes as I kicked the door closed behind me so that it was just him and me in this room. I deserve a little privacy with the man of the evening, do I not?

No. That wasn't me. I wish it had been me, though. I would have loved to see her die, I told him with a smile. Don't worry, I said, opting for a soothing tone. It's my turn now.

There it is. There's the wonderful panic in their eyes, and it made me grin wider as I looked up at him, the anticipation on my end and the fear and tension on his end palpable before I dropped my smile and lunged forward, only smiling again once I felt the sweet feeling of blood on my hands.

This is what I should have been doing the whole night, I thought as I looked into the eyes of the man who would not stop talking about his beautiful wife to be, about what a blessing a child is, about how blessed he was. What a load of fucking bullshit, I thought as I let out a laugh when I took the knife out. I want to see every emotion on his face, I want to see the moment when he realizes there's absolutely nothing he can do. That he's at the mercy of someone who's friends with his future wife, who even slept at Mei's apartment for a couple of nights.

Mei deserves this, I thought as I stabbed Levi in the chest, a cackle escaping past my lips. An ungrateful woman and a selfish man. Wow, maybe they really are meant to be together.

Too bad he's going to die. No prayer to his god could save him now.

Where's your God now? I asked him before I started laughing and laughing, overcome with the glee that came from the look on his face. I was still careful, though. Even though I pushed him on the bed to make stabbing him easier and escape harder, I was making sure none of his God-loving blood would end up on my pretty cute dress. I could still use this dress in the future, but some of his blood splattered on my purse.

Letting out a loud groan, I continued stabbing him until I was satisfied, sighing with relief once I let the blood drip down to the floor from my knife.

Now that I started, I wasn't going to stop any time soon. I wanted more of this feeling. I wanted to kill. I wanted people to suffer.

I made sure everything was in their rightful place when I got out of the room, making sure it was locked behind me, but my eyes widened when I realized I wasn't alone in the hallway, and I quickly turned around

A part of me wondered if I could get away with it somehow, just keep walking away from this person I met at Medusa since I had my back to her anyway, but then Iris started talking. Hey skank, you obviously know he’s engaged, do better.

And just like that, the smile was back on my face, and the knife was back in my hand.

This bitch.

What the fuck did you just call me? Huh? I asked, eyes glinting with a mixture of fury and glee. I thought I was satisfied with killing Levi, but I wasn't. Not even remotely close to being satisfied because I was already ready to kill again, and I was also so happy with how quickly the next person I'm going to kill was presented to me.

Maybe Levi was onto something with believing in God or whoever, because I wished for more death, and it immediately came to me, wrapped up in the form of a bitch in a tacky dress. A whole coward too, I thought, letting out a laugh as I watched her try to run down the stairs.

I love it when they run. It makes it so much more satisfying when they realize they have absolutely nowhere else to go.

You're going to look so pretty when you bleed out, I said when I caught up to her, just in time to sink my knife into her stomach. That was for calling me a skank. This one is just for fun, I said before I stabbed her again. The anger caused by her words made me to stab her over and over again, after I took my time going down the stairs she had just fallen from. She was unconscious, probably from hitting her head, but I didn't really care. It didn't stop me from stabbing her still.

Serves you right, you fucking bitch. You deserve this, I said, always hating it when people tried to paint liking sex as a bad thing. Calling women skanks was bad enough but it was a million times worse when it came from a fellow woman, especially someone who doesn't even belong here in town. Wasn't she new? What right does she have to comment on things that don't even concern her?

You're fucking nobody and you'll die a fucking nobody, I spat out, about to stab her in the chest when I heard footsteps, causing me to narrow my eyes. I'll come back for her as soon as the coast is clear.

She's not going anywhere.

July 22, 2023 (a few minutes after midnight)

I messed up. I messed up. I messed up.

Iris had survived, according to the police officer, and she knew who I was. I couldn't even get to her now that she was on the way to the hospital.

Fucking Mei. Ruining my plans with that 911 call, causing the hallway and the stairs to be overrun with cops and medics.

I had nowhere to go. No one to turn to. This was it. This was the end of the line for me.

Good.

The one word that snuck into my thoughts was jarring, shocking even me, but I think a part of me was relieved. I already knew I wasn't the same and I'd never go back to the person I used to be, and I had already thought of myself as someone with absolutely nothing and no one to lose, but this truly cemented it.

One way or another, I was going to leave this place either dead or found out. I preferred the former.

I'm going to have my fun first, though.

It was getting harder and harder to pretend to be drunk, but with the news of Levi's death and two additional injuries, nobody really paid me much attention as I tried looking for Kat.

I will not die or be arrested tonight without killing her first. After everything she put me through, she deserves to die. I'll deal with everyone else on my list later.

I lied through my teeth and said that I had a room somewhere so that I could get out of that stuffy ballroom, I ended up roaming around the halls, searching for Kat. What I found was Vera, though.

Eh, close enough.

Vera didn't like me solely because of Kat and for someone who consistently screamed that she was a strong, independent woman, she really needed to start thinking for herself.

Oh, you bitch, I thought when she bumped her shoulder against mine. I would have probably minded my business and passed up on her on my search for Kat, but just this one, small act of unnecessary aggression changed things.

No, actually, that's a lie. I've been itching to kill Vera too.

The only sound between them was when her keycard unlocked the door and the breathy laugh I let out as I wrapped the strap of her purse around her neck and pulled.

Bet you wish you didn't bump into me now, huh? I asked, deranged yet hushed laughter filling the air as I tightened the strap around her neck, wanting her to pass out.

I'm smart enough to know I wouldn't win in a fight against Vera, and who's going to stop me from making sure this fight wasn't fair?

The police? Please, I thought before letting out a yelp when Vera threw her body against mine, causing me to loosen my grip around the strap, but it didn't take too long before I had her pinned down, stabbing her in the shoulder, in the arm.

It's not enough. She deserves so much more.

I watched with glee as she started crawling away from me, and I took my time, knowing she didn't really have anywhere else to go. Another string of laughter could be heard as I realized where she was trying to go.

The balcony? Please, what was she going to do? Jump off it? Bleed to death in the bushes below?

You know, for some reason, I always thought you were smarter than this, but maybe that's just because you're best friends with two of the dumbest people I know, I said, right as I stabbed her in the back, the image of Vera's best friends, Kat and the other being Dante's baby mama, causing rage to run through me, making me pull on her hair to pin her down again before she could reach the balcony and ruin the fun I was having.

Stay down, you fucking bitch, I muttered as I stabbed her over and over and over again, laughing as I saw the tears in her eyes. Aww, are you going to cry, Vera? You're going to cry? I taunted her, the power of being the person responsible for this coursing through me and making me laugh again, before I heard footsteps. Again.

What the hell is up with people just roaming around these hallways? Didn't they know I have people to kill tonight?

Vera was already passed out, and the blood was already on my dress, so I decided to try and drag her to the opened hotel room, but the footsteps were getting closer and closer and I couldn't tell if it was just one person or two or three. I could handle killing one witness but three? Even I knew I couldn't handle that, and the realization caused me to drop Vera's body unceremoniously back on the floor, deciding to just wait out whoever this was before I go and make sure I killed Vera for good.

THE END

Levi really was onto something believing in a God because this felt like a blessing. The footsteps I heard belonged to none other than Kat, the one person I had been looking for in the first place.

Vera and Kat. Dead. Because of me.

Ooooooooh, this is perfect. This is exactly what I wanted.

I was still hiding out in Vera's room, but as soon as I saw Kat enter the room, I let out a cackle as I closed the door behind her, eyes boring into hers as I watched her back up to the wall.

You're not sorry, I spat out, disgust on my face before I tackled her down on the bed, the adrenaline and rage causing me to be a lot faster and stronger than ever. My hands wrapped themselves around Kat's throat, and I couldn't stop smiling. I wanted to draw this out. I wanted her to be in pain for as long as possible. I wanted her to look me in the eyes and know that she'll be dead because of me. That I did this to her.

I win, bitch, I thought as I grunted, tightening my hold around her neck, trying to flick her hands away from my face. I waited until Kat's hands were no longer clawing at her face, until I could see that she was turning blue before I sunk that knife deep in her stomach, exhaling deeply as euphoria coursed through me.

The sweet taste of revenge. The blood. The look in her eyes.

This is all I care about.

Save your fucking apologies, bitch. I don't want them, I said before I stabbed her again, and again, and again.

And again, and again, and again. And again, and again, and again, and again.

I didn't want to stop, the glee in being coated in her blood causing me to not even think about anything else. I didn't care about Vera outside this door, and the fact that people might have seen her at this point. I didn't care if people might hear the laughter from this room and walk in.

I didn't care.

I WIN.

Peals of laughter filled the air as I had the most fun I had tonight, just stabbing Kat everywhere I could, stabbing her more times than I stabbed Sawyer and Toby combined.

I'm not done. I'm never going to be done. I can do this for the rest of my life.

Why had I waited so long to do this? This was so, so, so fun. Hurting Kat was so fun. Killing Kat was so fun. Seeing her blood soak into the white hotel comforter and turning it red was so, so, so fun.

It took her a while to realize she wasn't alone in the room anymore, and the smile only widened when she saw who it was.

My Jakey, I thought, standing beside the bed as I watched him look at his girlfriend. His dead girlfriend.

Now it could be him and me. Together forever. Our happy ever after.

I still had to deal with his sisters, but this was really, really good progress. Kat was no longer in the picture and the proud smile was still on my lips, even as I dropped the knife on the floor.

My work tonight is done, I think.

My head tilted to the side as I watched Jake pick up the knife and stepped closer towards me, backing me up until I was against the wall. What--, I started to ask before I felt his hands wrapping themselves around my neck, cutting off my air.

Kinky.

Oh, I actually kind of like this.

It's only when he kept talking that I realized this wasn't going to be like what they did after Theo and Bianca. I don't understand.

Didn't he love me? Didn't he say it was always going to be us in the end? Wasn't he happy I did what I had to do so we could be happy together?

I couldn't even gasp as I felt the sharp knife -- my knife -- plunge into my chest. Jake pulled me by my hair and threw me on the ground, and I felt woozy from the lack of air. I could feel blood dripping from my chest, but none of it hurt as much as my heart was.

The same heart that yearned for Jake since we were younger. The same heart that wholeheartedly believed we were in this together?

I wanted to say no, I wanted to beg him to stop, but he stabbed me again, and again, and again.

And again, and again, and again. And again, and again, and again, and again.

I don't understand.

I was his, and he was hurting me. He wanted to kill me. As I felt every stab, all I wanted to do was sob and tell him he was the one who made me into this. I thought this was what he wanted. I thought he loved me.

Because I loved him. I still did.

Even as he towered over me and hurt me and betrayed me, I loved him.

I love Jake. I always will.

I could feel myself drifting away now, as I thought about everything in my life that had brought me to this one moment. Maybe this was how it was always meant to be. I'll always be the girl who loves a little too much, gives too much of herself away, to get absolutely nothing good back.

There's nothing left for me to give now, I thought as I looked into the eyes of the man I had sacrificed everything for.

All I ever wanted was to be loved. Didn't I deserve that?

Didn't Jake owe me that? Since my love for him had been the reason for everything I did? Since he's still someone I'd do anything for?

Too much. It's all too much. It hurts too much.

It's almost ironic, how being stabbed in the chest hurt a lot less than a consistently broken heart.

#( self para )#how tf did i write like 14k words in total im so tired

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storiesbyjes2g · 3 years ago

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We had a fairly nice, drama-free dinner. Well...mostly. Toddler drama doesn’t count. I don’t know if it’s because Alessia has a strong-willed personality or what, but it’s been harder to get her on a schedule. I try not to let her sleep too much during the day, but she’s sooooooo cranky when she’s sleepy. She won’t do anything—even eat—when she wants to sleep. I didn’t want to put her to bed so early, but it beat listening to her crying bloody murder all night. Needless, she didn’t join us for dinner. Guess I’ll be waking up extra early to an angry, ravenous toddler too.

Ali and Luca watched a movie while took Shiloh for a long walk to get myself together for this come to the Watcher chat. I have to admit to being nervous. Ali will probably leave, and I’ve accepted that. Let the punishment fit the crime, they say. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it. I don’t want to lose him. But I know he deserves so much more than someone who cheats on him for no reason.

I showered and checked on the kids 50 times while Ali washed dishes. Things could get loud, and I wanted them to be good and sleep before then. Seeing him enter our room gave me this bittersweet feeling. He hadn’t been in there for two days, and I was glad to have him back, though I knew it was temporary.

He sat next to me and couldn’t make eye contact at first. He just sat there, staring at his toes, taking long breaths. Finally, he faced me. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked in a calm, small voice.

I wanted to grab his face and shake him and tell him how wonderful he was so he wouldn’t believe he caused this. But I needed to match his energy. “No. You’ve been amazing. You are amazing.”

I couldn’t help embellishing a bit. Hopefully, he believes that. I would hate myself if he walked away from this conversation still thinking this was his fault.

“So, why? If I’m so great, why do you need someone else?”

The question was valid. I still didn’t have an answer for it. But my goal was to make sure he knew I didn’t cheat because of him. “I don’t need him, Ali! You are everything I want. Please believe me! I just had a lapse in judgment!”

He chuckled and paced the floor. “Lapse in judgment, huh?”

I crawled across the bed to follow him.

“You’ve had a lot of those lately,” he said. “Are you in love with this guy?”

“...I... I... I don’t know! No! I don’t think so.”

That sent him zipping across the room with his hands on his head. “Emmy!! I’m throwing you a bone! I’m trying to understand what happened, and all you have to say is you don’t know? Are you trying to get rid of me? Because you’re definitely not trying to keep me!”

“I’M SORRY!! OK?! I WISH I understood why I slept with Dwayne! I WANT to give you clarity! I just can’t! But what I CAN tell you is you did nothing wrong! You didn’t deserve this! I know that! I didn’t go over there to sleep with him! I was vulnerable, and he was there and...it just happened!”

He walked in circles, shaking his head and rubbing his temples, trying to make sense of everything. Finally, he took a large breath and stood in front of me. “You could have come home. You know I would have done everything for you! And I know you think saying it just happened is supposed to make me feel better or whatever, but it doesn’t! Because I know you’re not a bad, irresponsible sim. You cut ties with all your other friends so they wouldn’t interfere with our relationship. That’s very responsible. So the only conclusion I can draw is you let Dwayne hang on because you love him. But you can’t even admit to that, and I’m supposed to be satisfied with it just happened and I don’t know?”

“I’m sorry, Ali. I really am.”

He sighed deeply. “Yeah... Me too.”

Even though I didn’t have the answers he sought, I needed to give him something, even if it’s not what he wanted to hear. He deserved at least that much. “I know I’ve frustrated you with my lack of clarity, but I love you so much, Ali. I’m not trying to get rid of you. I’m just... I feel awful! I don’t know how to fix this, and believe me, I want to! My friendship with Dwayne is complicated. I wasn’t even aware I had feelings until...until that night. This literally just happened, but it’s not something that will continue. Ok?”

“I know you believe that, but nothing ever just happens, Em. There’s more to this, and it must go really deep. You need to figure it out, but I’m afraid that’s gonna take longer than I’m willing to give. I can’t stay. The kids are coming with me.”

I sprang to my feet faster than a vampire in bat form. “LIKE HELL THEY ARE!”

“Em...please calm down and listen. You need to figure yourself out. And frankly, I don’t trust you anymore. I can’t leave my kids with you.”

“OUR kids! I’m their mother, Ali!! You can’t do this to me!”

“I’m doing what’s best for our kids.”

“But you work! How are you going to take care of Alessia during the day??”

“Her birthday is in two days! She’ll be in school with Luca.”

He was serious. Like, this was really about to happen?!

“Ali, PLEASE!! Don’t take them from me! We can go to counseling! I’ll cut Dwayne completely out of my life! I’ll do whatever you want just tell me what to do please don’t take my kids!!”

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palbabor-writes · 3 years ago

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*Sits in my therapy couch*

Oh boy I have some Thots to share about the MVA arc. Idk if you've seen the rest of the episodes by the time you get this ask, but just to make sure uhhh pls don't read until you have lol.

I know a lot of people have been really upset about how MVA was adapted, nothing in depth, i never looked too closely at anyone else's opinions because i wanted to see everything as a whole before i developed any opinions.

With that said....I do like what we got of MVA arc. To an extent.

I like what we got, some episodes more than others, how it wraps up everything more or less. Like most of what I consider important, they did fine with. Sad Man's Parade?? Excellent episode as a whole. Shigaraki's backstory episodes were also great for the most part. (Tho, I'm not fond of the fact they sprinkled some bits of his backstory in earlier episodes as like, some sorta wink-wink nudge nudge to the audience. I'd rather have had it all as a single whole in a cohesive fashion)

The rest of it? Ehh. You can really tell they cut out content that they shouldn't have. I thought the beginning part of season 5 was amazing and it kills me that there wasn't the same level of care during MVA. Wonky off model faces (dabi what have they done to you, you're not even 6 ft-) or detail that was lost to cut corners i feel (that scene where shiggy decayed that mob of people was just. two. frames.)

Side character arcs being shafted or cut completely, spinner im sorry dude you were supposed to be the narrator. A friend pointed out to me that this'll bite them in the ass later because his character arc becomes really important later on for his relationship with shigaraki and to the league as a whole?? and anime onlys are gonna be like ??? wtf why is spinner getting attention like this now?? (SO angry they left out the "beautiful horizon" line)

Like, holy shit Re-Destro's whole introduction. In the anime all he does is make a phonecall to shiggy, threatening to call the heroes on him if he didn't come for a high noon showdown. He just comes into play as a smiling politician, and then away from the cameras he casually murders one of his followers like it was nothing. that's an establishing character moment that should not have been cut out! And just...yanno. Some tiny world building that add context to the storyline as a whole. Sure you might not need it, but a little extra seasoning is appreciated. Toga's quirk therapy, the fuckin KKK esque anima meta quirk cult people. Hate that they were cut out.

anyway uh those are my thoughts, sorry this got so long lmao

hey, hey! sorry this took me so long to get to, but i finally watched all of season 5 & saw the movie this past weekend and i... well, idk what i was hoping for when it came to that, but the movie definitely DID NOT make up for what a mash up some of this season felt like.

warning: major spoilers for BNHA season 5 below the cut

totally agree with you about sad man's parade and the full Tenko backstory episodes! although nothing will ever, EVER compare to the beauty of Horikoshi's artwork and nuance, i was comforted by the care BONES poured into those frames.

however, was also kinda frustrated that they didn't give Tenko/Tomura his red eyes. i always figured that his mother and sister might have them - it makes sense, both genetically and thematically, for that to be a shared trait - not something that inherently symbolizes trauma? evilness? freaky-deaky eye color shifting??? after all, Bakugo has red eyes and they seem to be a seminormal occurrence in the general population as a whole, sooooooo why were Tenko's greyish brown?

but i digress...

because, like you mentioned, SPINNER is a much larger issue & that i do take an active issue with.

when we got to the MVA arc in the manga, it was such a massive switch up because suddenly the villains are our protagonists. we see their struggles and catch a glimpse of what the world, and hero society, looks like through their eyes. And for a downtrodden and discriminated person like Iguchi, (and i put person here because it seems like some of us kinda forget that Spinner is a MAN, not an animal, even though he has a mutation/quirk that makes him look like an iguana/lizard dude, he is a human, with a human brain, impulses & emotions) we see that life in this quirk based society is pretty fucked up.

the first group they square off against is a literal cult called the Creature Rejection Clan and their acolytes hate and actively persecute those who they deem as "abnormal," which in this case often refers to humans with animal like features. sure, they're called fossils but the rhetoric that they spew has always been present in the society of BNHA; it's just usually cloaked as microaggressions, and as we're told in the first chapter:

two of the biggest, or at least the most frequent, perpetrators of these anti-mutant microaggressions are the Todoroki boys. we first see it with Shotō, back during the Stain arc & then with Dabi in the Overhaul arc:

and neither of these are “accidental.” they’re both saying these dehumanizing names purposefully; for Shotō it’s undermining the authority of the police chief, whose assessment of his involvement in the rescue of Native & Iida goes against what Shotō deems to be “true” and “righteous” heroics that saved lives - and for Dabi, well, he’s likely just doing it to irk Spinner, but it shows how low of an estimation he holds for this “lizard” shaped human.

and don’t think the fact that these are children of Endeavor escapes my notice either. sure, some of this is societal, but the shit we say out loud we’ve often learned is acceptable behavior from the examples that our family and loved ones set for us at a young age.

but the absolute destruction of Spinner’s involvement in BONES’ adaptation of the MVA arc is pathetic, imo. because quirk acceptance, or non-acceptance in this case, and the Meta Libration’s mission is a MASSIVE point for the overall tone of the upcoming war arc:

and don’t get me started on Re-Destro; they completely took away his impact and terror with that crumby entrance that they shoved together - what with him just sipping on wine & sounding like he’s joking around with the league. because idk if ya’ll remember, but Re-Destro’s original entrance is nothing short of bone chilling in the manga:

like... we didn’t know who the fuck that WAS.

and he just shows up in a commercial, where he’s all smiles, and then brutally SNAPS THE NECK OF HIS MUTANT ASSISTANT. i’m sorry... imma be what? who? guh. the missed impact of that boggles the mind. and sure, it’s a kid show, censorship, WHATEVER - but Midoriya oozed buckets upon buckets of blood in the new movie - so shoo with that, i don’t wanna hear it.

anywhoo! thanks so much for replying friend! i always love hearing your takes and as always you were spot on with so many of the things that needled under my skin during the watch. i get we wanna sell that the kids are cute, and look at this new and “improved” Endeavor guy, but they missed so much of the meat and potatoes with the MVA portion of the season & for me... the new movie didn’t make up for any of that trimming.

but lemme know what y’all think!

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folklore - isaac lahey {7/?}

Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait I’ve been ridiculously busy the past few weeks 😓BUT!!! As compensation I made this part super long and fluffy with sooooooo much Isaac/reader content (enjoy it while you can because shits gonna be messy from here on out 🤭🙈)

Having said that, I don’t have my laptop right now as I moved houses and my stuff got put into storage so I’m working with the mobile version 😓 sorry in advance if formatting is weird I tried to make it better 😓 also there’s no continue reading button so sorry if this comes up on your dash 😭

Let me know what you think tho I’d really appreciate it 💕

Word count: 5.5k 🙈

Warnings: Fluff 😳, mentions of blood, Derek being a PAIN IN THE ASS, Isaac being the cutest 😌✨, ✨kissing✨, swearing

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The days you’d spent in Mystic Falls bled into weeks and soon enough you were being beckoned back to Beacon Hills with a head full of things you hadn’t had a clue about two weeks prior.

There, of course, was the matter of Peter- who was now dead, well technically, he was murdered.

Derek’s first course of action as Beacon Hills’ new alpha was to break the news to you. He’d killed him but due to Scott and Stiles’ constant text updates, you knew it would’ve had to be done sooner or later. But still, you had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last of him. That small intuitive feeling in the back of your mind told you that you’d see him again soon. You just hoped your next meeting wouldn’t be happening because you ended up buried next to him.

Over the course of your stay with Alaric, who had left you in the care of the Salvatore brothers- Stefan and Damon, you’d honed several new vampiric powers. As it turned out, some of the powers you possessed were completely unfamiliar to the vampires of over a hundred years.

You had super speed, it wasn’t just enhanced as you’d previously thought. As well as that, you’d discovered that you could run circles around both Stefan and Damon Salvatore, who were obviously a lot older and therefore should’ve been a lot faster.

And for that matter, they should’ve been stronger than you, they should’ve been able to snap you like a twig. They should’ve been able to. But they weren’t. Because not only were you faster, you were stronger too.

While having super speed and super strength was nice, mind compulsion, your most recent discovery, now that was incredible. All you had to do was look into someone’s eyes and they would become completely entranced to do whatever you told them.

Despite being over a hundred years old, neither Stefan nor Damon had ever seen a vampire quite like you.

They’d never seen a vampire who was also an empath, that, apparently, was usually more of a witch thing. Neither of them had ever come across a vampire bite which had a euphoric effect either. But having said all of that… they’d never heard of someone being turned from a wolf bite. Or a vampire who still had a beating heart, for that matter.

Your only real downfalls were that, for one, your blood’s healing capacity didn’t operate at the same speed for you as it did when being used to heal others. You’d put this down to the possibility that maybe your system had just grown too used to it. To be perfectly honest, though, you had no idea.

Secondly, your empathic tendencies were beginning to bring you down, but it wasn’t just that… it was the way in which you’d been instructed, by Damon Salvatore himself, on how to make them stop.

The plane ride home to California dragged on longer than you would’ve liked, the flight was delayed and you were absolutely starving by the time Derek picked you up from the airport. Your parents were still away, they’d travelled to Romania in search of answers to your predicament and they wouldn’t be home until at least next week, so that left Derek on chauffeur and babysitting duty.

“How are you?” He’d only spoken up thirty minutes into the car ride, you let out a sigh from the passenger seat and gave him a tired smile, you could feel the nerves radiating from him. He was afraid you’d be mad at him for killing Peter, and maybe you should’ve been, but again, you had a feeling he’d be back, and besides, spending time with Damon had helped you realise that everything wasn’t so black and white. It finally registered with you that people like Derek and Damon, the dark mysterious bad boys with secret hearts of gold- they sometimes did bad things but with good intentions.

Once you discovered this, you decided amongst yourself that you’d ease up on your not-really-big-brother in the future. Even if it meant you got hurt a little in the process. If hurting you was what he needed to do to learn his lesson then you’d be willing to make that sacrifice.

So you gave him a soft smile and answered, “Hungry.”

Derek let out a chuckle at that, nodding his head towards the backseat, drawing your attention to the three full blood bags laying on the leather seats.

A delighted gasp left your mouth as you snatched the plastic bags into your hands, wasting no time you stuck the attached tube into your mouth and began gulping the first bag down- it was definitely Stiles’ blood you were drinking, you’d gotten so used to the taste of it you were sure you could recognise it anywhere.

Letting out a happy groan you threw your head back against the headrest, “Stiles Stilinski you are a doll.”

Derek chuckled again, glancing at you fondly before his steely eyes returned to the road ahead.

It was only another 30 minutes before you were back in your driveway. “So are you staying here until my parents get back?” You questioned from the porch as Derek got your bags from the trunk of his car, the wolf shook his head with a smile, “Nah, I’ve got some stuff to do at home.”

“Derek, that home isn’t even structurally sound.” You chastised softly. Surely he’d be happier spending time with the family he still had breathing rather than living in the remnants of what used to be his.

Walking up to the porch, Derek placed your case down gently by your feet and moved himself to stand in front of you. A genuine smile painted his lips as he gazed at you, “New rule.” He stated, placing both of his hands on either of your forearms before going on, eyes staring affectionately into your own, “From now on, I will be doing all the worrying about you, alright? Not the other way around.”

With a defeated sigh, you nodded your head. “I’ll try my best.” That had been a lie. Unable to blind you with his unusually sweet sentiment, through the physical contact you could tell he was scheming.

“Good. Now, go get some rest I’ll come check up on you in the morning.” He kissed your forehead and then made his way back to his car, speeding out of your driveway and out of sight before you’d even unlocked the door.

The house was cold and empty when you’d re-entered. A shiver ran up your spine the second your feet stepped past the threshold. Something was very wrong, and unfortunately, you couldn’t tell what exactly it was that was so wrong. The feeling was unnerving, it was dark and it was agonisingly heavy. Like anxiety on steroids, lots of steroids.

Swallowing thickly, you gripped -more like clawed- at your chest. Nails scraping your skin as you attempted to catch a single breath, though it seemed that oxygen was determined to outrun you as you glanced around helplessly.

Almost twenty minutes has passed as you heaved and gasped frantically, overwhelming dread flooded your chest while simultaneously tears flooded your eyes, and still you didn’t have even the slightest idea of what it all meant.

And then it hit you. That panic- it didn’t belong to you.

Within a second you’d risen to your feet, breathing still staggered while you rushed out the front door, your vampire speed being put to good use as within seconds you were where your panic had led you. Night had fallen by now and it was completely dark, not to mention absolutely freezing, the hoodie you had on doing nothing to protect you from the biting cold in the air. The trail of feelings you’d been chasing had led you to Beacon Hills cemetery and before your eyes, there it was, the something that was very wrong.

Derek and Isaac. More specifically, Derek’s teeth buried in Isaac’s arm. You hadn’t even registered what you were doing when you ripped Derek from Isaac and violently threw him across the cemetery, the impact in which the Hale hit the tree all the way at the edge of the graveyard was a testimony to your strength. You hadn’t even used half it.

Without hesitation, you inspected Isaac’s body frantically, eyes lingering on the bloody bite across his right arm. Slowly and mournfully, your eyes met his, which were wide with shock. His heart was beating out of his chest to the point where you couldn’t ignore it.

“What did he do to you?” The question slipped out as a whisper, your anger melted away only to be replaced by dread as Isaac began to speak, “He offered me the bite and I- I said yes.”

“Isaac…” Your gaze drifted to the bite and you weren’t surprised to see it already healed. “I’m sorry.” You heard him mutter from above you, his anxiety pooling in your chest and mixing with his guilt.

Shaking your head softly you pulled him into you, your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders while his own arms held you tightly against him as you kissed his temple to release him of the intense anxiety plaguing him. “Don’t be sorry. I understand.”

He relaxed against you upon hearing your words, the two weeks you’d been gone made him realise something, he was utterly useless without you, or so he thought. He felt weak. He felt as though if he didn’t have you as emotional support he was defective. Derek had honed in on that and manipulated it to his advantage, convinced Isaac that the bite was what he needed in order to be strong by himself. To keep you safe instead of you protecting him all of the time.

“Was that really necessary?” Derek’s voice broke the moment and you found anger was surging through you once again. You separated from Isaac to face Derek.

At this point, you didn’t care what his intentions had been, you weren’t going to let him away with this.

“I’m going to give you three seconds to explain why you did this.” As Derek moved to speak you ruthlessly cut him off. “Too slow.” And with that the back of your hand met his cheek, again sending him flying, only not as far this time.

His fangs were barred now, as were yours. Both of your eyes glowing, his red ones threatening as he attempted to demonstrate his power. And yet again, you had a revelation.

You couldn’t stop the laugh that fell from your lips, a synacal and sarcastic lilt to it as you towered over Derek’s form on the floor.

“Oh I get it!” You exclaimed, lip held between your teeth in mock disbelief you pressed your palm to your forehead as you spoke, “You thought you’d go around and stalk some kids so you could add to your big bad pack. Right?” He growled at you and attempted to pick himself up, only for you to give a swift, hard kick to his chest, returning his back to the dirt.

“I guess you told him it’d make him stronger? That it’d make all of his problems go away? And what about the Argent’s, huh? Did you tell him that you were manipulating him?” It was then, again in panic, Isaac spoke up to your surprise, in Derek’s defence.

“(Y/n), I promise it isn’t like that! He told me everything, it was my choice I said yes!” You spared him a glance before crouching down to Derek.

“Well did you tell him how you usually treat your pack?” The words were dripping in venom and the guilt that radiated from the man didn’t deter you from moving forward with you verbal attack, your head turning to Isaac, your eyes sparkling with sadness as you locked eyes with him, speaking hoarsely you wondered out loud, “Did he tell you that he’s a liar? That he doesn’t know how to run a pack? That if he doesn’t understand you he’ll leave you in the dust?”

The look on his face spoke volumes as he recalled the state Derek had put you in the weeks previous.

With a final sneer in Derek’s direction you delivered your parting words, “You better treat him better than you continue to treat me or so help me Derek Hale I will tear you to shreds.”

As you angrily stormed away, Isaac stood in confusion for a second before he began to chase after you, leaving Derek on the dirt floor to help himself.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n) please wait!” He shouted as he was just starting to catch up to you. When you felt that you were at a good enough distance away from Derek you finally slowed your pace.

When Isaac finally made it to your side, he was panting slightly, swallowing the lump in his throat he nervously grabbed your hand.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated, his eyes resembling those of a puppy and you could already feel your composure slipping away from you as you looked at him.

It’d been almost three weeks since you’d seen him, three weeks since you’d made out in the school basement and this definitely wasn’t how you were expecting the reunion to go.

“Isaac it isn’t your fault. I’m not mad at you, ok? I get it. I’m just worried, this town isn’t exactly kind on the supernatural.” You reassured him gently, squeezing his hand and giving him a sad smile.

“Don’t worry about me.” Isaac told you and you had to laugh, “Sorry, babe but I will not be taking my eyes off you until this town becomes normal.”

Isaac’s face was then taken over by, what could only be described as, a Cheshire Cat smile, “Did you just call me babe?” His voice was teasing and you felt your face heating up despite your freezing temperature.

Sucking on the inside of your cheek you tried your best to conceal your growing smile, you shrugged innocently, “Yeah. What about it?” The playful lilt in your voice had his smile widening even more as he began to lean down to you, his face getting closer to yours by the second.

His breath fanned across your lips when he spoke next, “I liked it.” With that, his lips pressed to yours cautiously, as if he was still unsure of whether or not it was okay to do so.

His uncertainty melted away when he felt your lips begin to reciprocate his actions and your hands moved to cup his cheeks.

The both of you could agree that this kiss was different than the last one you’d shared a few weeks ago. “Why is it that we only ever kiss when one of us is coming out as a supernatural creature?” Isaac laughed against your lips as you pulled away with a sigh.

“It would be us wouldn’t it.”

After a few minutes of nagging at Isaac you managed to put all the pieces of Derek’s plan together. Isaac himself didn’t actually know all that much, just that he was the first to be turned, but that alone told you everything that you needed to know.

Derek was now an alpha with no pack, so logically, a pack was what he was building and that would have been perfectly understandable- if he hadn’t started with your best friend.

“There’s a full moon coming up, did he tell you what would happen?” You questioned gently, ready to throttle Derek when the boy in front of you shook his head.

Heaving a deep breath you squeezed his hand reassuringly, the initial excitement of being turned had worn off and Isaac was beginning to radiate anxiety once again.

“Don’t worry okay? I’m gonna call Scott, he’ll be able to help you.” Isaac’s eyebrows came together in confusion, “Scott McCall?”

You nodded your head, “He’ll know how to help.” You tried to convince Isaac without spilling Scott’s secret. Not that it was going to stay a secret for too long, but it wasn’t your secret to tell.

Isaac shook his head rapidly, his hands moving to hold your forearms, his panic at your suggestion hitting you like a freight train as he stared into your eyes, a wild look in his own.

“No no no no. You can’t tell anyone. (Y/n) promise me you won’t tell anyone okay? If my dad finds out I’m a werewolf he’ll-“ The words came out almost as fast as you could run and his panic only intensified when his father entered his mind.

Quickly catching on to his looming panic attack as his eyes began to glow yellow you cut him off, “Isaac.”

He didn’t hear you as he kept rambling, claws growing past his nails and digging into your arm, “No he’ll kill me. Oh my god he’s gonna kill me. (Y/n) he’s go-“

Yes, it would’ve been easy to rip your arms from his grasp that was causing you quite a lot of pain as his nails sunk into your skin as his hands held onto you desperately. However, you had a feeling that his hold on your now bloody forearms was the only thing keeping him from spiralling completely out of control.

“Isaac! Look at me!” Your voice was strict but served to make his amber eyes finally settle on yours.

Gently, you finally slipped your arms out of Isaac’s clawed grip, although you were sure it would’ve been less painful to just leave them, his claws dragged down your arms while you lifted them slowly and cautiously until you replaced them with your hands, using your new grasp of the boy to provide him with some peace of mind.

You focused your energy on shifting a sense of relaxation from your own palms to Isaac’s sweaty ones as you spoke, voice soft again, “I’m not going to tell anyone. It’s just you and me, alright? Focus on me, yeah?” Isaac nodded his head, still slightly frantic but calmer than before as he did as you told and simply focused on you, “Take a deep breath.” You instructed, breathing steadily along with him until his eyes returned to their natural blue colour and his claws retracted.

A moment of silence passed with Isaac slumped against you, hands held tightly in his while he steadied his breathing. You placed your lips to his cheek and then again to the bruise forming beneath his right eye, you hadn’t noticed it earlier. You’d almost forgotten it’d been nearly three weeks since you’d been together, he’d probably been though it with his demon of a sperm doner over the time you were away.

“I’ve missed you.” It was Isaac that broke the silence when your lips disconnected from his injured face.

“I missed you too.” You replied simply, there was so much you’d planned on saying to him while you were in Mystic Falls but at the moment, you felt there were more pressing matters to discuss and again, it was Isaac who spoke.

He pulled away slightly to look at you properly, hands still clasping yours, he gave them a squeeze before he started speaking, “This pack that Derek’s building… I’m guessing you’re not in it?”

“I was never asked. But I’ve kind of already got a pack, which you are more than welcome to join.” You responded hopefully, wishing he’d agree but you knew he wouldn’t. As such a fresh beta he’d stay loyal to his alpha, but, you had to ask.

Isaac nodded his head sadly, “Scott McCall?” You let out a small laugh, at how quickly he’d caught on, “Yeah. He’s not exactly an alpha but he’s helped me out a lot, more than Derek has.”

“Derek told me that wolves are stronger as a pack, he didn’t say anything about vampires though.” Isaac went on, a confused lilt in his voice.

“I found out in Mystic Falls that vampires rarely belong to packs and by vampire nature I don’t need one, but Ric figures that it’s in my nature to want one since it’s all I’ve ever known.” You relayed the information to Isaac.

“Then why not, you know, join mine?” His lip was pulled between his teeth and he was looking at you with a hopeful expression.

“Isaac I just told you…” You said pleadingly, you didn’t want to upset him any further but you also couldn’t throw away the pack bond you’d built with Scott and Stiles when you’d first turned. If it was a matter of Isaac’s pack being made up of just Isaac there would’ve been no problems, it was the fact that it wasn’t Isaac’s pack but Derek’s.

Scratching what you’d decided about Derek earlier, you came to a new agreement with yourself: all of hell would freeze over before you even thought of easing up on Derek Hale.

Isaac threw his head back with a groan, “Come on, (N/n)! We are not going to let our love play out like Romeo and Juliet!” The way he spoke was humorous but it was obvious that he wasn’t really joking.

With a sigh you moved your shaking hands, that were now covered in scabbed over cuts as opposed to their previous status of raw and bleeding, to Isaac’s face. Your thumbs moved gently along his cheek bones as you took him in with an encouraging smile on your face as you told him confidently, “I refuse to let us become a modern day Romeo and Juliet, that’s not happening.”

You pulled him closer to you, slipping your arms around his shoulders and doing your best to ignore the butterflies rioting in your stomach when his arms wrapped tentatively around your waist.

You brought your lips to meet his briefly before fixing him with another determined look, “But listen to me, we might be loyal to different packs but I’m on your side, no matter what.”

Isaac nodded his head in understanding, “If it comes down to it, I’m always gonna choose you.” He responded honestly, arms tightening around you to hold you against his chest, his height causing his chin to be tilted downwards so that he could meet your eyes.

“I meant what I said to Derek, by the way.” You informed, Isaac’s eyebrows rose in confusion again, “If he mistreats you I’ll tear him apart.”

“Should I give Scott the same warning?” Isaac asked humorously and you had to shake your head in order to hold back a laugh.

It wasn’t until you’d separated from your embrace with Isaac that you took into account the fact that your body was now shaking with the cold.

“Come on, I’ve gotta call my dad and probably the sheriff and you’re freezing.” Isaac stated, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leading you back to the cemetery where you noticed his overturned excavator and the dug up grave plot.

You listened with curiosity while Isaac spoke to his father on the phone, trying to explain exactly what had transpired in the last couple of hours since his shift started.

“How the hell does an excavator just flip over, Isaac?” You could hear his fathers anger through the line and Isaac fumbled for a response, “Someone, or something- I don’t know it could’ve been an animal, but it got pushed from the side and tipped over. I fell into the plot I was digging and that was it, I didn’t see the rest.” He explained weakly.

“You still stuck in hole, you idiot?” You watched as Isaac clenched his jaw and motioned to yourself when he was finally looking at you, “No. No, um, (Y/n) just got back from Virgina, she came looking for me and helped me out.”

“She still there?” His father questioned, seemingly cooling off at the mention of your name. You hated how much that man seemed to like you when he should’ve held that affection for his actual son.

“Yeah, she’s with me now.” Isaac confirmed and you offered up a fake cheerful, “Hi, Mr Lahey!”

“Invite her over while I call the sheriff and see about getting this mess cleaned up.” With that, he hung up the phone and Isaac sighed, “You’re starting to look like Mr. Freeze, let’s get you warmed up.” His arm stayed comfortably wrapped around your shoulder and as you reached up to hold his hand that was hanging over your shoulder you stopped dead in your tracks, “Isaac, I can’t go and greet your father looking like this.”

You motioned to your torn and bloodstained hoodie, immediately regretting it when his eyes widened in shock, “Did I… oh god (Y/n) did I do that?”

Not missing a beat you grabbed his hands and made sure you soothed his panic before you got a rerun of earlier.

“It’s not your fault. You’re new to this, okay? Mistakes happen and that’s fine it’s all part of the process. And look!-” You pulled off the hoodie to reveal your now completely healed arms and hands, nothing but dried blood to show that the claw marks were even there in the first place. “‘M all healed up! No harm done.” You reassured him, bringing his lips to yours to further convince him that you were okay and distract him from the guilt you could feel building within him.

Your arms, although no longer cut, were covered in goosebumps as Isaac ran his hands affectionately down the length of them. “It won’t happen again.” He promised and you gave him a shaky smile, teeth beginning to chatter, “Let’s go home?” Isaac nodded his head, nothing short of ripping his own hoodie off before pulling your arms through the sleeves and moving himself in front of you to zip it up.

You watched completely content as he fumbled with the zipper. His curls were falling in front of his eyes and his eyes were squinted in concentration. The quiet, but triumphant, “got it” he let out when he finally finessed the zipper had you grinning like a fool.

When he moved his focus from the zip and back to your face, he smiled bashfully, “What’re you looking at me like that for?”

The sleeves of his hoodie, that was miles too big for you, hung far past your wrists and brushed against the nape of his neck, your fingers finding a place tangled in his hair while you stared at him, grin ever present.

Your other hand was otherwise occupied being placed firmly against Isaac’s chest, enjoying the feeling of his rapidly beating heart, and you didn’t know it entirely. But in that moment it was beating for you and you alone.

Isaac’s hand made itself comfortable holding your waist, the other holding your own against his chest, keeping it in place.

Neither of you needed to say it. You could both feel it. But still, you found yourself uttering the words, “I love you.”

Not half a second had passed before Isaac echoed your declaration, “I love you.”

“I feel like if I kiss you right now I won’t be able to stop but I’m still freezing my ass off so… your place?”

Isaac nodded his head in agreement, “My place.”

Upon arrival at the Lahey residence, Mr. Lahey had greeted you with a wide smile and ushered you into the kitchen where he instructed Isaac to make you some tea, to which Isaac had to restrain a grumble as he’d been planning on doing it anyway.

Mr. Lahey was happily chatting away to you when Isaac set down two cups of tea, one in front of his father and one in front of you, his eyes lingering on you with a certain kind of glint before he turned back to the counter to grab his own cup and returning to sit beside you at the table.

Isaac was, in all honesty, losing it. He didn’t even know why. You were just sitting there, wrapped up in his hoodie, nose ever so slightly pink from the cold, talking politely to his father. It was nothing out of the ordinary but he was finding it hard to think about anything other than how his hoodie would look splayed on the floor of his bedroom.

He wasn’t very good at hiding it either, you could feel it as clear as day. Teenage boy hormones mixing with teenage werewolf hormones were causing havoc and it’d be a lie to say it wasn’t having an affect on you.

Trying to return your attention to whatever Mr.Lahey was babbling about you clearing your throat and took a sip of your tea, keeping your expression neutral as Isaac’s hand slipped to your knee under the table. His attempt to pull you into his mess of hormones was obviously successful as you found yourself ready to yell out in frustration when his hand stayed put on your knee for a solid twenty minutes before his father finally rose from the table.

“I’m going to check out the situation at the cemetery, you’re welcome to stay tonight, it’s pretty dangerous out there these days.” Mr. Lahey offered and you smiled innocently at him as he stood in the doorway, “I think I’ll take you up on that. Thank you.” The older man gave you a nod but said no more before walking out the front door.

“What the hell are you doing?” You finally burst when the front door clicked shut, whipping around to face Isaac.

“What?” He asked as if his hand didn’t start sliding further up your leg the second his father left the room.

You groaned, “Don’t ‘what?’ me when you’re about four centimetres from having your hand between my thighs!”

“Sorry.” He immediately retracted his hand, eyes wide as he realised how close his hand was to reaching the top of your thigh, “I, um, I didn’t mean to- I mean, I did mean to but i won’t do it again if you don’t want me to-“

“Isaac.” You cut him off, lip pulled between your teeth, “I want you to.” You declared and he let out a heavy sigh full of relief, “Thank God.” He muttered before he was pulling you up off the chair and right against his chest.

His lips immediately found yours and his hands were gripping your waist like there was no tomorrow.

At this point, the butterflies in your stomach were going absolutely bat shit feral when his lips began to trail past your lips, to your chin, then to the curve of your jaw. It was when his hand slipped deftly up your side to settle against your jaw that you realised just how much you’d been wanting this.

Isaac’s lips fell further to your neck and you couldn’t stop the hum of approval that escaped your mouth at the sensation of his soft lips sucking and licking at your pulse. “It this okay?” He asked in a mutter, the dainty and nervous nature of his voice contrasting greatly with the confidence and ferocity of his actions.

Your hands tugged gently at his hair to get him to meet you clouded eyes, when he looked at you you were sure that his eyes had flashed yellow, his breathing was getting heavy and you had an inkling that his lips on your neck was the most exciting thing that was going to happen between you tonight.

“It’s more than okay.” You told him with a dopey smile, letting out a laugh when he dived back into the crook of your neck, kissing your skin through a smile.

Despite your words your hands moved to his chest to push him away slightly, “But…” you started as Isaac threw his head back with a groan, “I think we should stop, and maybe revisit this after the full moon passes.”

After taking in a steadying breath Isaac nodded in agreement, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” His hand slipped into yours and he intertwined his fingers with yours, he spent a moment just looking at your linked hands with a fond smile and the look of achievement on his face. It was easy to tell, with the help of your empathic powers, that Isaac was proud of himself.

You yourself couldn’t quite pinpoint why he was feeling so prideful in the moment, but he knew. To be truthful he wasn’t just proud of himself, he was downright ecstatic. He’d been nothing more than your best friend since you were both eleven, and now, six years later he finally crossed the threshold from being your best friend to being your- well actually now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure what he is to you now.

A few hours passed before Isaac worked up the courage to ask the question that had formed in his mind after his make out session with you earlier.

The pair of you had since gotten comfortable in his bed, which was nothing particularly new. You laid on your side with your back to the bedroom door, Isaac was behind you, his chin tucked in between your shoulder and your neck with his arms around your torso holding you close to him.

“Can I ask you something?” His voice broke through the silence and you responded with a tired hum, adjusting his arm so you could snuggle closer and tried your best to stop yourself from falling asleep while he murmured softly in your ear.

“What are we?” He kept his eyes trained on the dark room ahead of him, his hand grabbing yours as you readjusted his arm and he absentmindedly began playing with your fingers, the action being successful in calming his nerves.

“What do you want us to be?” You asked sleepily in response, a small smile forming on your face as you heard his heartbeat speeding up.

Isaac let out a nervous breath against your neck and you held back a shudder at the feeling, “I was kind of thinking that all the kissing would make us a couple.” Letting out another sleepy hum, if it was even physically possible, you snuggled deeper into his hold. You sluggishly turned your head to place a light kiss against his cheek, “Then we’re a couple.”

#isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey #teen wolf x reader #folklore i.l #derek hale x reader

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an-organized-confusion · 4 years ago

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Mea Culpas & Revelations: The Play

And then the co-conspirator wrote some heartwarming/angsty Creativitwins/DLAMPR stuff (all cred to him here, basically a drabble he wrote on the fly):

Unknown Speaker: "What is the real reason you and Remus don't get along?"

Roman: unintelligible mumbling and forefingers pushing against each other.

Logan: "Speak up." Roman: "We both have to be at the center of attention. We get mad jealous of each other when the other gets more attention." Roman: "And then I chase him with a sword, and he attacks me with a spiked morningstar. It's just best if we're never in the same place at the same time..." Roman: "So we divided what we covered creatively..."

Logan: "And you agreed on this deal?" Roman: "YES, well... at first... But then when I noticed Thomas was disturbed by Remus I started working to push him to the side so that he'd pay more attention to me..." Roman: "And then I may have started a whisper campaign cause Janus told me that it was a good idea..." Remus: from a distance, "Whisper campaign, WHISPER CAMPAIGN. YOU MOTHER DUCKING ASSHAT. YOU STRAIGHT UP TOLD EVERYONE THAT I WAS GOING TO GET THOMAS MURDERED IF THEY DIDN'T LOCK ME OUT."

Logan: That... is partially on me. I apologize Remus, we were younger and the world was far more black and white than we see it now. Statistically speaking your suggestions were going to result in Thomas's death... If he always acted on them." Remus: "And how often did he act on them?!" Logan: pained, "Almost never. You could occasionally get him to lick things, or smell things that were clearly horrendously foul. But for the most part he's never acted on anything you suggested that could've killed him." Remus: "And so you all decided to lock me behind that door." Patton: "Not without misgivings." Virgil: "Not without feeling certain we were making a mistake.” Logan: "I made an error in judgement." Roman: silent

Virgil: "i was the first to volunteer to check on you..." Remus: sighing, "I know, Tickle-Me-Emo, I know. How did that work out for you?" Virgil: glaring at Logan and Roman, "They locked the door behind me." Logan: "I made a series of errors that year. I had deemed that you were the next greatest detriment to Thomas's ability to function. I allowed cognitive bias to cloud my eyes and disregarded the important things you did for Thomas in return for the things I deemed detrimental." Roman: still silent

Janus: "I'll admit, I went in after Virgil. I'm not sure who locked the door behind me." Patton: hanging head in shame, "I'm sorry Janus, that was me. I couldn't accept your existence at that point in Thomas's development. I was wrong, and Thomas didn't learn some of life's most important lessons until it happened the hard way." Remus: "And that's how we stayed, relatively muted to Thomas for oh so long." Janus: "You know there's just one thing that confuses me still." Virgil: glancing between them, "Why the door unlocked?" Janus: "Yes, that is the final question left to answer isn't it?"

Everyone looking between themselves.

Virgil: "You know I always sat nearest to the door. So imagine my surprise when suddenly I heard the lock click one day."

Everyone looks to Virgil.

Virgil: "So imagine my surprise when I turn the knob and the door opened back up." Remus: "Did you see who unlocked it?" Virgil: "No, looked like they did it from a distance using some string."

Virgil: "You've been awfully quiet for awhile now Roman." Roman: blushing, "Yea." Virgil: "Anything you want to contribute to this discussion?" Roman: "Um... I suck at apologies?" Virgil: "Yes, that is well known." Roman: "And admitting when I've been, or actively am wrong." Janus: "Yes, I spent years helping you deny that." Roman: "And I have a lot of feelings of Imposter Syndrome." Remus: "Well Imagine that, you tried claiming to be the entirety of Thomas's creativity." Roman: nods, but falls back into silence

Roman: faintly, "I did it" Remus: "Speak up brother, I know you're more than capable of projecting your voice to the audience." Roman: "I UNLOCKED THE DOOR." Janus: Jamming fingers in ears, "He said projecting to the audience, not deafening them." Virgil: "So the guy who insisted on starting this whole debacle is the one who ended it? I guess the next question is, why?" Roman: "I realized that I wasn't able to act that well without Janus's help to mask my own thoughts." Janus: nodding thoughtfully, "Surely that can't be the only reason." Roman: "I also realized that Virgil gave me the push I needed to write better material, cause I got complacent and coasted on past successes." Virgil: rolling his eyes, "Yes, yes you did. But, you had to have known we'd never have left Remus in that room." Roman: softly, "Was kind of counting on that." Remus: "Speak up brother, unless you want me to lend you my ear to speak into." Roman: chuckling, "I missed that."

Group does a double take.

Logan: "What?" Roman: "I missed my brothers sense of humor. Sure it's sometimes gross, or outright revolting. But he knew how to tell a good dirty joke." Remus: balling up his fists, "You let them out cause you wanted to hear me tell dirty jokes?!" Janus: placing a hand on Remus's shoulder, "No, look at his eye direction and movement as he's talking. I've studied his tells for years; He's lying." Roman: shouting, "BECAUSE I MISSED YOU. DO YOU THINK I FELT GOOD LOCKING MY OWN BROTHER AWAY?"

Roman: to himself, “You’re just as much an integral part of my identity as I am a part of yours. I’ve denied parts of myself all this time and it hurts Remus. It hurts far more than I ever thought it would. Not that I gave it much thought to begin with, I never was the type to give much forethought to harebrained schemes.”

Roman: "Yea, I've been impersonating both of us this whole time, and that felt great at first because Thomas only paid attention to me. But then I realized I don't enjoy always being in the spotlight. I'm not great at one man plays. I need co-stars, or perhaps just a brother. Sure we got jealous of each other when Thomas paid more attention to the other one of us, but we still had fun competing for that attention. It felt hollow without you, like this wasn't a victory."

Roman: "I'm just... tired. I needed a distraction from Thomas's gaze. Then I realized there were 3 perfectly good distractions locked behind a door." Virgil: murderous stare, "Distractions?!" Roman: holding hands up in a placating manner and in surrender, "At first, yes. But with each of you coming back out of that door I noticed that Thomas seemed... more alive. More... Himself, than he'd been since..." Remus: growling, "Since you had us locked behind the door." Roman: nodding regretfully, "I took a joke from Janus the wrong way. It was a moment of weakness when I realized that I could feasibly get away with it. Logan was far more literal back then." Janus: groaning, "Yea, remind me never to tell you a joke." Roman: chuckling in spite of himself, "Indeed, you're too good at telling them. Sounded like serious advice at the time." Virgil: "Yes, he's unfortunately a master of the deadpan face. I'm pretty sure only Remus can tell when he's joking." Remus: "Pshaw. I simply laughed at everything on the off chance he was joking. He couldn't tell if I was manic or appreciating his humor that way." Roman: "Anyways, Virgil you brought back that creative spark I'd been looking for all this time. At first I resented that you had it. But then over time I realized it's not that you had a spark, but that you were the spark I needed. Sure sometimes Logan unintentionally says something that sparks an idea, but you were always there pushing me to do better. Throwing out ideas that would make the audience laugh instead of boo because you were so conscious of their mood."

Virgil: "Or cheer. Plays can't be all laughter." Janus: "I believe comedies beg to differ." Virgil: "People can only laugh so much before they feel numb, and trust me; I'd know." Roman: "Then when Deceit finally decided to announce his presence, I felt like I was starting to get back into the groove of acting. The small things came back to me, like how to control my facial muscles to portray scenes better." Janus: "Those can be difficult to control without really focusing on them." Roman: "But the biggest thing was that I kept seeing signs of my brother all the time. He's in all of us in his own way. Logan's love of 'mad science', Virgil's love of 'horror' films, Janus's willingness to push the boundaries of what Thomas is comfortable with, and even some of Patton's.... Misunderstandings have been borne of Remus's influence."

Logan: looking at Patton, "Adultery, really?" Remus: giggling uncontrollably, "I still can't believe I taught him what that word meant before you got a chance to." Patton: blushing furiously, "I have said that to others sooooooo many times through Thomas. They must all think we're idiots." Virgil: rubbing his arms self consciously, "Pretty sure they don't. Logan is pretty good at damage control." Logan: surprised, "How did you know?" Virgil: "I sat closest to the door, the entire time. I was just waiting for someone to open it back up. It had a window, you know? We could still see things going on, and exert some influence on Thomas. But Janus and Remus mostly got bored and wandered away a lot." Logan: nodding, "I suppose that makes sense, and why Thomas always exhibited some degree of anxiety even after... I will never be able to say I'm sorry enough for the actions I've done. I can only hope to prove through my own actions and behavior from now on that I'm repentant for them." Virgil: "Aye, and I'll keep an eye on that myself. I'll damn well let you know if you're being an asshat again." Logan: chuckling, "Thanks, I need a good reminder that though the chance is infinitesimally small, I can make mistakes." Remus: growing bored, "That's great and all, but Roman still hasn't told us what I brought back to Thomas!"

Roman: looking at his brother as if it's obvious, "Seriously?" Remus: nodding fiercely, "I want to know!" Roman: embarrassed, "You brought color back to Thomas's world. The metaphorical paint palette has been lacking a good stark contrast. Plus we'd never be able to come up with something like Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus" without you to fill in the creative bits that I'm not good with." Patton: "He means that he sucks at them." Roman: looking at Patton shocked, "What?"

Patton: shrugging, "It's the truth Roman. I've sugar coated that knowledge all this time cause Remus wasn't around to demonstrate how to do it properly." Janus: in mock surprise, "Why Patton, did I just hear that you've been lying to not hurt Roman's feelings?" Patton: staring Janus straight in the eyes, "Yes, yes you did. You were absolutely right that there are times when it's not only appropriate, but necessary to lie. I realized that without Remus, Thomas had to have Roman around and functioning. He couldn't have a day off, so to speak. So I may have helped to inflate his ego to the point it's at to this day." Janus: nodding smugly, "Ok." Remus: "So what you're saying Roman. is that you couldn't:

♫ Ever hear the werewolf cry to the red blood moon Or asked the grinning cannibal why he grinned Can you sing with all the voices of the trash mountains Can you paint with all the colors of the foul wind?♫

Roman: scrunching face in disgust, "I loved that song." Remus: chuckling, "I know."

Roman: "But... Yes. I was wrong, you were all important parts of Thomas. I have stewed on that knowledge for awhile now and I've hated myself more by the day for that moment of selfish whim. *crying* I missed Virgil, Janus, but most importantly I missed my brother."

Janus: sharing a glance with Remus, "That's a sincere admission." Remus: nodding, "We'll never get along like we used to." Patton: "I think that's fine actually. We've all gotten older, and changed in one way or another. Nothing remains in stasis forever. Not the body, brain, or emotions." Logan: "I've learned a lot since then, and I've known for some time that I was wrong. I just... couldn't bring myself to confront my past." Virgil: "Yes, that's something I had to push you to do."

Janus: "Well, there's really only one thing left to discuss then." Remus: "Indeed." Patton: "You don't mean?" Logan: "I'm pretty sure they do." Roman: "Are we sure Thomas is ready?" Virgil: "Ready or not, he'll have to deal with it eventually. Best to treat it like a Band-aid and rip it off quick."

Faint tapping comes from a table in the distance.

Unknown Speaker: "So you expect me to show up?" Logan: "It is inevitable, you are an aspect of Thomas." Patton: "But not necessarily the final aspect of Thomas." Janus: "We all rely on you in one way or another." Roman: "Ditto." Remus: "My brother is emotionally overloaded, ignore him. I think you should come in like a wrecking ball when you make your appearance into his life. Just Kool-Aid man your way into the room." Patton: "I think that's a terrible idea. Do you know how much we'd have to pay in repair costs if he did that?" Unknown speaker: chuckling, "In time, perhaps."

Unknown speaker: "I believe we're done for this round table of the psyche?" Logan: "I've got nothing productive to add." Virgil: "I've certainly enjoyed having these again." Patton: "I feel like we made a lot of progress." Janus: "I feel like I'm gonna hurl if you keep up that always positive facade." Remus: "I CAN HURL ON COMMAND, DO YOU WANT TO SEE?" Everyone else: screaming, "NO!"

Unknown Speaker: "Very well then, I'm gonna head back to my mind palace. Thomas will meet me, eventually. If it's necessary."

#sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #patton sanders #orange side #(maaaaybe)#(this is basically everyone apologizing to eachother and i found it so heartwarming)#(oh & i agree w/ co-conspirator's comment 'yes the irony of him ''not being great'' at one man plays is not lost on me')#(mod post)#web series

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theautisticquillholder · 3 years ago

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Murderous Love Chapter IV

(WARNING: This fanfiction has themes of Suicidal Ideation, Suicide itself, Self harm, Sexual Assualt, Murder, Extreme Bullying and Humiliation and a lot of Mental Illness related content and is NOT appropriate for children and the faint of heart. If you are under 18 or may be triggered by the content of this fanfiction please do not read this.)

Motochika’s POV

Myself and Mitsuhide were relaxing in our mini studio apartment that his parents made for us so that we can live independently while we are minors.

Tomorrow our fight to get Da Ji charged and convicted of sexual assault and distribution of Child Pornography and Loki and Ares charged and convicted as accomplices to Da Ji begins.

I knew Odin and Zeus would not take us putting those three in jail laying down. Mitsuhide was scared, he knew his life would become worse if those three are acquitted of those charges. Thankfully Dousan, Noh’s father is the best lawyer we have and has given us a no win no fee guarantee because he knew that due to Zeus and Odin being rich bastards, we may not get the outcome we want.

I hugged Mitsuhide tightly while singing to him, hoping that my singing would soothe him. I then noticed that Mitsuhide was not calming down at all, he then looked at me saying

“Hide the blades, medication and long cords. Now.”

When I heard that I let go of Mitsuhide and went to do so. I’m so glad Mitsutsuna taught me what to do when Mitsuhide ends up having a manic episode or a depressive episode. I then looked at Mitsuhide asking “Anything else?”

Mitsuhide nodded “My wallet.”

I nodded and hid his wallet as well. I then walked to my beloved and hugged him “I love you, I won’t leave you, you’re a god amongst men, you’re the strongest guy I know, you’re an absolute badass, you’ve survived so much and you’re still here, I’m so proud of you”

Mitsuhide rested his head on my chest smiling. I wasn’t told to tell Mitsuhide nice things about him, I just added that to combat the intrusive thoughts that might come up as he deals with this episode, such as feeling unworthy of anything great in life. He looked at me smiling

“I’m so sorry for having that episode.” He spoke,

I looked at him weirdly before saying “Don’t be sorry for something that is not in your control.”

Mitsuhide looked down “No one wants to hire me so I can’t get a job and I don’t want to rely on my parents to get my medication…”

I soon became worried. I looked at him before letting go of him “I just need to ask your father when dinner is ready”

I then walked out of our studio apartment and towards Mitsutsuna saying “Hey sooooooo I found out why Mitsuhide is having these episodes. He doesn’t want to rely on you to get his medication, even though he knows that you and your wife are more than happy to help him…”

Mitsutsuna froze “Wh-What? O-Oh my god!”

He then picked up his phone and called Ritsuko (Mitsuhide’s mother).

Mitsutsuna then said “So, Mitsuhide has not been taking his medication for his bipolar and his depression…

He doesn’t want to rely on us to get it for him…

I know we had that conversation with him that we’re his parents and if we can’t get him the medication he needs then we don’t deserve the honour of parenthood…

Please just get the medication for him, I’ll have a chat…

Motochika managed to get him to talk about whether or not he’s getting his medication…

Okay, I’ll do that for you”

He then hung up the phone and looked at me saying “Thank you so much for telling us this.”

I nodded “It’s okay, if we can at least get him on his medication for the duration of the Trial we can manage his condition as the trial goes on.”

I then walked back to our mini apartment, Mitsuhide looked at me saying “You told them didn’t you…”

“I’m sorry honey, I had to, they want to help you, please let them help you.” I replied.

I hugged him tightly before Ritsuko arrived and handed me the medication. “Thank you Motochika, I think you’re the man that my son needed.”

I nodded and accepted the paper bag.

THE NEXT DAY

It was the day the trials of Da Ji, Loki and Ares began.

I stood by Mitsuhide’s side as we made our way into the court room. Da Ji glared at us as the evidence was presented.

Soon it was Dousan’s turn to present evidence. He walked to the whiteboard and projector and turned it on soon revealing the Instagram post made by Da Ji that had the photo of Mitsuhide naked lying on the dingy bathroom floor.

Loki, Ares and Da Ji were held back as Dousan revealed the evidence and explained the statements given by myself, Mitsuhide and the school staff who found us in the bathroom.

The trial lasted for about five days and Judge Orochi sent the Jury out to discuss what the verdict is going to be, as we waited for the verdict Loki looked at Mitsuhide saying

“Now you’ve fucking done it, how much attention do you fucking want you whore!”

I blocked Mitsuhide’s ears when Loki opened his mouth to talk.

We then saw the Jury enter the courtroom again and the jury Forewoman Tamamo was asked if Loki was guilty or not guilty.

Tamamo replied “Loki and Ares had the majority vote of not guilty of all charges. While I have voted guilty I believe there has been some form of bribery going on that I do not know about. As a result for the sake of the members of the jury who are sympathetic towards the victim the least the courts should do is grant him the restraining order.”

“OBJECTION BITCH!” was heard, I looked in the direction the voice came from to find that it was Loki, he then looked at the judge saying

“Your Honour, I do not believe that Akechi Mitsuhide should be applying for a restraining order against myself and Ares, the three of us are all minors and there is no need for a kid to be applying for a restraining order against other kids, I believe he is doing this for attention, he imagined everything, that Instagram post is fake and we will take legal action if you allow the restraining order to go through!”

Orochi slammed the podium saying “ORDER IN THE COURT! Mr Loki Asgardian you have spoken enough, do not argue with our jury members again. Tamamo, my apologies for the interruption. Do you find Da Ji guilty or not guilty of the Sexual Assault charges and Child Pornography Charges?”

Tamamo replied “We have found Da Ji guilty of Sexual Assault and Production and distribution of child pornography, however, the majority recommends mercy.”

I saw Tamamo roll her eyes, I could tell that she has tried to get us the justice we deserve.

Orochi looked at everyone saying “Loki Asgardian and Ares Olympus are acquitted of all charges and I sentence Da Ji to four months in juvenile detention” he then grabbed the hammer and hit the hammer puck to make the sentence final.

Mitsuhide soon started crying but these tears are not happy ones, they’re tears of sadness and anger.

I called out to Orochi saying “THAT IS NOT FAIR! HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT KNOWING YOU LET THEM OFF SO LIGHTLY!? THEY DESTROYED MITSUHIDE’S LIFE! AND AN ACQUITTAL FOR THE ACCOMPLICES AND A FOUR MONTH SENTENCE IS ALL YOU GIVE THEM!? MITSUHIDE WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO LIVE THE CLOSEST POSSIBLE THING TO A NORMAL LIFE WHILE THESE CRIMINALS ARE RUNNING FREE!”

Orochi looked at me with a sullen look saying “I’m sorry, this is the best I can do…”

“FINE IF YOU’RE NOT GOING TO GIVE US THE JUSTICE WE DESERVE THEN I’LL GET IT MYSELF! AND THAT IS NOT A THREAT IT IS A PROMISE!” I shouted as I picked Mitsuhide up and walked out.

Four months for raping Mitsuhide then taking a photograph of him in the nude without his consent and posting it on the internet is unbelievable! What do we get!? Stuck with the trauma and having those assholes smiling like fucking crazy because they got away with it.

“Mr Chosokabe?” I heard that which brought me back to reality, I turned around still carrying Mitsuhide bridal style.

The person calling out to me was Tamamo. She walked to me and handed me a folder “Here. I have made it a rule that any communication between the prosecution or defence and the jury must be screenshot and sent to me. If you do anything rash that could get you in bigger trouble with the law these might help you justify it. These are all of the messages from the defence bribing the majority of the jury to give a not guilty verdict or if it has to be a guilty verdict to prevent suspicion recommendation of mercy.”

Mitsuhide took the folder while I had tears in my eyes said “Thank you so much, you’re so sweet”

Tamamo giggled saying “Don’t thank me, thank Kaguya, another juror for bringing this up. She was suspicious of the defence for a while and was a bit annoyed that she wasn’t the jury forewoman, I told her that if she needed to talk to me about what was happening in the court I am happy to listen. This was what she presented. Good luck taking matters in your own hands, I will be supporting you from afar.”

I nodded as we walked to the car. I placed Mitsuhide in the middle back seat, he put his seatbelt on as I sat next to him.

Hades was driving us as he was given a note by Mitsuhide’s parents stating that they are unable to bring us to the courthouse. When Hades got in the car he then screamed loudly “FUCK YOU ZEUS YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I FUCKING HATE YOUR GUTS! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE WHY THE FUCK MUST THE WORLD LET YOU BE SO PRIVELEGED THAT YOU COULD JUST FUCK UP A FUCKING TRIAL LIKE THAT YOU FUCKING PERVERTED PLAYBOY ASSHOLE I HOPE YOU FUCKING ROT IN HELL!”

I blocked Mitsuhide’s ears as Hades screamed. When he was finished Hades looked at us with tears in his eyes saying “I’m calling your parents and asking if I can take you two somewhere for icecream and shopping to cheer you up.”

He then did so, explaining the situation, thankfully both my and Mitsuhide’s parents approved of this before we could leave a guy with silver hair and aqua streaks in his hair got in the car and looked at Hades and kissed his forehead saying

“Hey Hades, baby, what’s wrong?”

Hades looked at the guy saying “My younger brother is a privileged asshole Yang Jian… he made my mental health client lose his court case…”

Yang Jian kissed Hades’ forehead again saying “I’m guessing a repeat of us when we were sixteen? Everyone pulled the ‘they didn’t know better they’re only little’ garbage?”

Hades nodded he then said “I have asked my client and his boyfriend’s parents if I could take them out for ice cream and shopping to cheer them up. If you want you can go somewhere else while I do this”

Yang Jian looked at Hades saying “which client is it?”

“Akechi Mitsuhide” Hades replied.

Yang Jian replied “You referred Mitsuhide to the place I work for and they chose me to be his mental health support worker. This is the perfect opportunity to get to know him, even if I spend the entire time with him in silence, building rapport does not require talking at the first instance.”

Hades nodded before turning on the ignition and driving to the next town over. I’m willing to assume to keep us away from Ares and Loki so we can have some time to breathe and be happy before we get thrown through the gauntlet of bullying for trying to throw people in jail.

When we got to the mall Yang Jian looked at us asking Mitsuhide “Hey, is it okay if we just spend time together just you and me? Hades will look after Motochika for you.”

I looked at Mitsuhide who replied “O-Okay b-but if we see those two no ifs, whats or buts, I’m finding Motochika and staying with him.”

Yang Jian nodded “I understand, I want to make sure you’re comfortable and safe.” Mitsuhide put the folder in my satchel, grabbed his Lapras plush doll and his handbag and went with Yang Jian while I stayed with Hades.

I looked at Hades asking “’A repeat of us when we were sixteen’? Are you saying that this has happened before!?”

Hades nodded sadly “Yes. Not to this scale, but my parents never approved of Yang Jian, they acted like Yang Jian was a bad influence on me. I wanted to pursue a career in mental health, so did he.

My parents wanted an accountant. But because of the fact that my parents hated Yang Jian, Zeus gets to be a dick to me and not get in trouble for it.

Which sucked… and it also sucks knowing that he gets to get away with letting his son and his friends do what they want with light consequences…”

I nodded and we went to a musical instrument store because I wanted to get a new shamisen.

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zhouszishu · 6 years ago

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can you please explain how ningsang is ride or die?

honestly i feel like it’s obvious that they are ride or die if you watch the drama/read the book but i’ll indulge you since you’re giving me an excuse to write out all my feels and i just came back from watching into the spider-verse so i’m in a really happy mood lol (btw spider-verse was really very good i cried my little heart out like 4 different times but it was sooooooo good and miles morales is my son now and deserves a live action already @ marvel do better!!)

don’t expect this to be very coherent or organized lol i’m literally gonna word vomit all my feels so here goes; it’s under a cut because this got really ridiculously long. also beware of spoilers.

honestly i think from the very beginning when ning que finds sang sang in the pile of dead bodies is when the whole ride or die dynamic starts?? like he was only maybe 4-years-old if i remember correctly when he found her and he didn’t have to take her with him. he was only a child and already barely surviving but he did it anyway and basically took care of her from then on until she was old enough to help out and they started surviving together. (ugh i cry every time i think about their found family dynamic and how from the beginning it’s been them against the world and it’s still them against the world and it’ll always be them against the world because no on else could possibly understand what they’ve had to do in order to survive for as long as they did ughhhh my heart!!!!!!!!!)

when they were in the mountains, they were found by a hunter and taken in but the hunter didn’t treat them very well. the hunter abused them all the time and barely gave them enough to eat and was always threatening to sell sang sang off as a prostitute (sang sang was maybe about 4 or 5 at this point i think so you can imagine just how horrible this old man was). ning que by himself probably could have gotten away from the hunter and survived on his own but he wouldn’t leave sang sang behind so the two of them endured all the abuse until they couldn’t anymore. they killed the hunter together and ran away. they continue to survive in the wilderness after that until coming to wei city and live there until what we meet them at the start of the drama when the princess comes and they make their way to chang’an.

and idk in general there’s just been so many moments where you can see how protective they are of each other. sang sang gets so very defensive of ning que and ning que really would murder anyone who tries to hurt sang sang. like we can see from that scene with long qing at the banquet, ning que got really fired up once long qing suggested that ning que give him sang sang. before any attention was put on sang sang, ning que was just annoyed at long qing by how arrogant he was (and probably because sang sang said long qing was handsome before that lmaoooo but that’s just ning que being a dumb teenage boi who hasn’t yet realized his changing feelings for sang sang) but as soon as they came for sang sang, hoooooooo boy, ning que really came for long qing’s life and humiliated him in front of everyone at the banquet.

and then we have ning que basically asking every single person he knew to look after sang sang for him before he left to the wilderness. he couldn’t bear to leave her behind but he had to so this was the only way he knew how to protect and look after her from afar. ALSO THAT SCENE IN THE DRAMA WHERE THE PRINCE WAS HARASSING SANG SANG?? AND NING QUE HAD HIM IN A CHOKE HOLD?? AND ONLY DIDN’T MURDER THAT IDIOT RIGHT THEN AND THERE WAS BECAUSE HE KNEW IT WOULD BRING THEM A LOT OF TROUBLE IF HE MURDERED ROYALTY??? BUT HONESTLY IF NING QUE DIDN’T HAVE TO HOLD BACK THAT PRINCE WOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD IN A SECOND. LIKE HOW DARE YOU COME AFTER MY SANG SANG?? GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

and like the entire time ning que was in the wilderness, despite his budding feelings towards mo shan shan, he still spent so much time thinking about sang sang and just missing her and home. like hello, SANG SANG WASN’T NING QUE’S LIFELINE. SANG SANG WAS NING QUE’S LIFE. which are his thoughts immediately after another confrontation with long qing. at this point, ning que the shameless boy that he is, was hiding behind mo shan shan and not willing to fight long qing because his first instinct is survival. he knew he wasn’t as powerful as long qing and if they fought, he probably would die. long qing obvi wasn’t gonna let ning que get away that easily so he brought up the only thing, only PERSON, that he knew would get to ning que and provoke him into taking basically a life or death bet with long qing about cultivating or whatever (i forget the details i was too caught up in all my ningsang feels during this part lol) was sang sang. and guess what?? IT WORKED NING QUE WAS READY TO FIGHT LONG QING AND MURDER HIM FOR THREATENING SANG SANG AGAIN

also when ning que finally comes back from the wilderness, he was sooooo eager to finally be home again, soooooo eager to finally see sang sang again because he doesn’t eat or sleep well when he’s away from her LIKE WOW WHAT A DORK HOW DO YOU NOT REALIZE YOU’RE IN LOVE YET. AND THAT MOMENT WHEN NING QUE REALIZES THAT SANG SANG RAN AWAY?? YOU KNOW WHAT HIS THOUGHT WAS?? THAT IF HE COULDN’T FIND SANG SANG AND BRING HER BACK, THEN WHAT WAS THE POINT OF LIVING??? HE LITERALLY CANNOT LIVE WITH OUT HER BECAUSE SHE’S HIS LIFE AHAHAHAH MY HEART!!!!!!!!

as for sang sang, in the drama we have a moment where she explicitly says that she wouldn’t know what to do if ning que died when she was taking care of him when he got really sick from reading all those books in the academy. also in the book, the main reason why sang sang decides to become wei guang ming’s disciple is because she realizes that if she were to practice the divine light of haotian or whatever, she could then protect ning que in the same way he’s been protecting her all their lives. i think her thoughts were something along the lines of being able to kill people as well lmaooo we all stan such a ruthless power couple I LOVE IT.

and then there’s the part where fu zi confines ning que to the back of the mountain for very important cultivating reasons or whatever (lmao sorry i really don’t remember specifics because highkey my brain only remembers parts of the novel to do with ningsang) because ning que joined the devil. sang sang didn’t have to stay with ning que, but girl was not about to let her boyfriend/fiance/life-partner/honestly at this point who knows anymore all we know is that they’re gonna be together forever, go through this hardship alone so she goes back there with him as well.

AND LET’S TALK ABOUT HOW SANG SANG DOESN’T EVEN BLINK AT THE FACT THAT NING QUE JOINED THE DEVIL??? SHE DOESN’T CARE BECAUSE NO MATTER WHAT HE’S STILL THE NING QUE SHE KNOWS AND LOVE AND HE WOULD NEVER HURT HER??? OH MY GOD MY FEELS I LOVE THEM SOSOSOSO MUCH. and by this point in the novel, soooooo many people have been suspecting that ning que is the son of yama but sang sang doesn’t care!! she’ll stick by him no matter what!!

OKAY FINALLY LASTLY when it’s revealed that actually sang sang is the child of hades, daughter of yama, whatever other way this gets translated as, ning que fights the whole world for her, pretty much almost literally. and now where the novel is translated up to, the two of them are still on the run and doing their best to survive while literally almost everyone (with very few exceptions) are out to kill them because ning que refuses to give sang sang up. WOW CAN YOU BELIEVE THEY INVENTED TRUE LOVE???

EDIT: I FORGOT THAT THE BOOK AND DRAMA HAS STATED AND SHOWN THAT SANG SANG IS NING QUE’S LIFE OBJECT LIKE WHAT MORE PROOF IS THERE THAT THEY’RE RIDE OR DIE MORE THAN THAT HAHAHAHA

LMAO OKAY I’M DONE CAN YOU BELIEVE THESE TWO OWN MY ASS SO HARD I WROTE A WHOLE ESSAY ABOUT THEM. anyways if you’ve made it this far, congrats and thanks for reading all my ramblings. feel free to come into my inbox to scream about them anytime!

#ever night #this answer got out of hand...#i'm sorry #can i show my prof this and get credit or something #this is a whole ass essay #anon #vivs answers

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louvresivy · 7 years ago

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RFA+V+Saeran reacting to Black Butler (Headcanon/Scenario)

Yoosung

-He didn’t really get the overall feeling of the show.

-You tried to explain to him the plot of the anime and the characters’ backstories.

-He didn’t understand a thing.

-So, you decided to show him. In about a minute, he was already sitting down on the couch, big screen right in front of him and Monochrome no Kiss playing.

-*How the heck did he end up watching it!? He could have sworn that 30 seconds ago he was in your bedroom. HOW!?*

-“Um….. MC?”

-But the you he knew wasn’t there anymore. It was just a fangirl obsessed to death with an English kid’s butler named…… Stephen?

-“SEBASTIAN!” He heard you angrily screaming at him. “Babe…… It’s Sebastian! How did you even get the idea of Stephen!?” You seemed really annoyed, so he just sat there quietly paying attention to this one episode.

-Next week, you were just minding your own business on the bed, and then Yoosung just opened the door.

-“MC! BLACK BUTLER IS STARTING!” You two were already at episode 24 of the anime. He didn’t like the show at all. HE LOVED IT! HE WAS OBSESSED WITH IT! And so were you….

-“NO! CIEL CAN’T BE DEAD! NOOOOOOO!” You two screamed almost simultaneously. This ended up in a lot of tears. From both of you.

Zen

-He didn’t get it. HOW!? How was it possible!?!? How in the world!?! You were always talking about Undertaker and how much you loved his personality and looks. LOOKS!? How can you ignore him and his beautiful looks for a 2D anime character on a screen!? He was the real thing damn it!

-“Zen calm down! You are my real boyfriend!” This kind of calmed him down. Until…

-“But he is soooooo dreamy!”

-THAT’S IT!

-“MC! Show me this anime right now!”

-You watched the first season. Eh? How can you love what seemed to be a strange old man working all day in coffins?

-Second season. Still…. Nothing.

-Book of Circus. What….?

-Book of Murder. Hmmm……. Oh mah gawd! There Is this Charles Gray! This man is like the exact copy of him! How?

-Book of the Atlantic. BOOK OF THE ATLANTIC! This is how he found out what was hiding under that white hair.

-“SEE!?!?! Isn’t he sooooooo amazing!?!?” You happily screamed.

-Now he understood. Now he gets it.

-“Oh my god! He really is handsome!”

-“Right!?!”

-After some time… you two went to an anime convention.

-You just made the perfect couple ever!

-He was Undertaker (Such an easy character for him to pull off) and you were Margaret Connor (You had to put on A LOT of make-up for this one… but it was worth it)

Jumin

-Every day when he returned from work, he saw you on the bed, laptop in your hands, headphones plugged in. “Deai ni iro wa nakute MONOKURO fukinukeru itami goto kimi yudanemashou”

-“My love… are you ok?” This, ladies and gentleman was a REALLY good question. You were never ok when it comes to Black Butler.

-“Oh hey Jumin! Don’t mind me! Just watching my favorite anime.” Is what you always said.

-THAT WAS WHAT YOU ALWAYS SAID.

-After some time, he finally got a week off from work and decided to spend it with you…. But, of course, you wanted to spend it in front of Ciel Phantomhive.

-So he went up to the couch, took your headphones and asked.

-“What is so special about this… Black Butler?”

-In literally 30 seconds, you prepared the entire living room for a looooong movie night.

-After some episodes, you actually began to se a smile on his face while watching the show.

-… What?

-Apparently, he actually began to like it!

-“This anime is quite good actually. It displays really well the Victorian England in the 19th century. Ciel is a very well made character. And this butler…. Sebastian Michales… I really like his taste. He can really appreciate the beauty and elegance of these adorable creatures, also known as cats.”

-Wow… This Jumin was actually kinda nice.

-But he ALLWAYS talked so professionally about this… whyyyyyyyy!?!?

-“But how else am I supposed to talk, my love?”

-“We are watching an anime, not an opera concert! More casual and chill is ok!”

-“Commoners are so interesting.”

Seven

-This dork right here is the one that got YOU into the anime. He was just on his computer and saw…. Black Butler…? CAN I TURN MARY VANDERWOOD 3rd INTO A BLACK BUTLER? Yep… this was now his new goal in life.

-But he didn’t know how to do it. So he just asked you to watch this anime with him and help him take notes for plan ‘Mary Black Maid of the 3rd Vanderwood’.

-…What?

-Anyway, you just started watching it….

-And oh boy have you two fallen for the charms of a 13-year-old boy and a demon butler.

-“THIS SHOW IS AMAZING!!!!”

-“OH MY GOD!”

-20 episodes later…

-“I HATE ANGELA!” Seven screamed his head off.

-“AND ASH!” You added.

-“ANGELA AND ASH!”

-Yep… you were both officially and certainly MAD.

-“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” Was you reaction to the last episode of season 1.

-“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS” Was your reaction to the second episode of the second season.

-It has become a tradition for you to cosplay as a character any time you watched Black Butler.

-Today, he was Ciel and you were Lizzie. What a cute couple.

-The next day, you were a female Grell Sutcliff and he was William T. Spears.

-And so on…

V (he has to have his sight for this one)

-He loved to see you so happy and energetic about an anime. It seemed really interesting.

-He often looked at the screen.

-It seemed interesting indeed, so he asked you what the show was about.

-You tried explain to him, but, as you were awful at explaining things in general, you just opened your laptop and typed really fast ‘Black Butler Episode 1 English Sub’.

-And that’s how it all started.

-Well, not really, it started after a few episodes.

-He really seemed to like the show.

-He loved all the beautiful sights and backgrounds.

-He said they are very artistic.

-The characters were his favorite part.

-Ciel was such an amazing character and it amazed him how he was able to do all the work as the queen’s guard dog at such a young age.

-You seemed really passionate about the clothes and outfits of the characters, so he ordered online a long blue dress like Lizzie’s from Book of the Atlantic.

-You LOVED it.

-And that’s how the photo session began

-He made so many photos of you with that dress and uploaded them to his blog.

-They became VIRAL.

Saeran

-This was becoming more and more annoying.

-He just wanted to spend some time with his girlfriend…. Which was currently unavailable. Cause she sold her soul to the demon.

-LITERALLY.

-All you were doing was watching this stupid anime…. And starting to forget that he even existed on Earth!

-So he went to the couch.

-He sat down next to you. No response.

-He wrapped his arm around you. No response.

-He kissed you on the forhead. NO RESPONSE.

-“What the hell!?!?!”

-“Oh hi Saeran!”

-“Hi?!?! I’ve been sitting next to you for the past two minutes!”

-“Oh…. Sorry”

-“What are you doing!?!?!”

-“Watching anime.”

-“What anime….?”

-“This really cool one! It’s called Black Butler! Wanna try?”

-“No if it makes you not being able to realize that I exist.”

-Ahhh… The tsundere.

-“Not even if I really nicely ask you to?”

-“NO!”

-“Not even one episode?” You made sure to speak on that cutesy little girl tone and make the sad puppy face. He couldn’t possibly resist.

-“F-Fine…. But only one episode!”

-Oh…. It wasn’t just one….

-He soon became ADDICTED!

-Whenever it was a sad scene, he would bring some ice-cream.

-Whenever it was a happy scene, he would bring some ice-cream.

-Whenever it was a scene in general, he would bring some ice-cream.

-…. Let’s just say that you were both really happy.

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tellywoodtrash · 7 years ago

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ishqbaaz 22.11.17 lb

ever since @bengudill commented that anika looks like carrie, i can’t stop thinking about it. she does, she really does. makes it look rather morbid.

luckily, anika’s about to get a HAPPY ENDING. GET IT, YOU GUYS? “HAPPY ENDING”? 😉😉😉😏😏😏😏 HEHEHEHE I’M HILARIOUSSSS 😆😆😆😆

billu ne phenka toh paanika kaise peeche reh sakti hai???? uska toh haq banta hai!

i can’t help but feel devastated at all the effort it’s going to take cleaning this house. look at the pardeeee behindddd!!!!!! god, those stains are never coming outtttt!!! 😫😫😫😫😫😫 #adulthood

also it looks like someone got fucking murdered in here... which considering this is oberoi mansion.... has probably already happened before.

daaaaaaaaaaamn, o jaana took on a whole other tune. not sure how i feel about it. it’s kiiiinda creepy????

out of context screencap:

tell me this doesn’t look like something out a fucking horror movie. it does, it totally does. jesus christ, i’m kinda scaring MYSELF now.

yo man i really feel this red paint was a bad idea. they look like some creepy ass murderer couple whose fetish is killing people and playing in the victim’s blood. like seriously.... this looks creepy as fuck. a different colour wouldn’t have made it look so ... dexter-y.

this fuckall music isn’t helping.

HAND SEX HAND SEX HAND SEX!!!!!!

oh thank god the music changed to laal ishq. thank the lorddddddd. AND THE MOOD OF THE SCENE HAS ENTIRELY CHANGED TOO. BEHOLD THE POWER OF BG MUSIC, PPL!!!!!!!!!!!

oh yaaaaaaaaaaaas anika, you get that boy nakey nakey nekkkid!

i can’t help but giggle a little here at how turned on she’s getting by slathering paint on him. like... talk about being a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets. 😜😜😜

oh well, whatever you’re into, girl. i’m just glad you’re getting some.

A+ aesthetics wrt to framing and cinematography.

oh god girl don’t get it on your faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace. you’re gonna break out like fucccccccccck. 😩😩😩

i’m sorry, but hot husband and orgasms you can score once again in life, but once your skin is fucked, that’s it. one stupid orgasm isn’t worth killing your skin for!!!!!!!!! 😣😣😣😣

okay can’t stop giggling at the 80s-movie-style shot of the ~~SEXY LEGS~~~~~~~ 😂😂😂

.... are they attempting to clean up the mess by rolling around and using themselves as human sponges???? 😕😕😕

ok aesthetics and all theek, did they get beyond first base or not???? coz.... clothes still be on. and there was no suggestive dori opening either. (tellywood signal for sex. dori open = confirmation of 👉🏽👌🏽 👉🏽👌🏽 👉🏽👌🏽 ) I NEED SUGGESTIVE DORI OPENING FOR CONFIRMATION YOOOOOOO

YO MAN DID JUST KISSING HER TAKE IT OUTTA BILLU??????!?!!? ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? IS THERE ANY OF BULBUL’S BOOTI LYING AROUND, COZ UM... LOOKS LIKE THEY WERE 100% RIGHT TO ATTEMPT DRUGGING THIS FOOL.

gosh, how disappointing for anika. poor girl.

“is waale par.”

ugh ok this fucker is mad cute. fuck him. no i mean, LITERALLY, ANIKA.

loook how happppppppppy she issssssssss. i’m crying happpy tearssssssss for my giiiiiiiiiirl. 😭😭😭😭😭

gosh, who’s at the door though?

OH NO THE FAM’S BACK 😧😧😧😧

“yeh koi time hota hai aane ka????” “yeh koi time holi ka bhi nahi hai.”

hahahahahahahahahaha 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

LMAOOOOOOOOOOO ZERO DIALOGUE NEEDED. HAHAHAHAHA FUCKING AMAZINGGGGGGG. 😂😂😂😂😂😂

hahahahaha rudra’s satisfied exhale, as if he’s the one who did something.

poor omRu volunteering to clean up their dirty paint-sex mess. height of bro-chaara only.

guh. guess we’re supposed to take it that they did it. coz anika be ~*~*~*~*GLOWING*~*~*~*~*

oooop, girls are here to get the deeeeeeets.

again, no dialogue necessary. post-orgasmic glow is a helllllll of a highlighter. it be telling them all they need to know.

bulbul looks so tearfully happy at anika’s joy. i’m cryingggggggggg. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“I FINALLY GOT LAID YOU GUYS. FINALLY. AFTER ONE YEAR OF SEXUAL TENSION AND SHENANIGANS, YA GIRL FINALLY GOT HERS!!!!!!!!!!”

ugh look at these stupid dorkssssssss holding hands under the table like a buncha teenagers. so cute.

this is where being left handed helps me out! no one can ask me why i’m eating with ulta haath!

now to find a boy i don’t despise enough to hold my right hand. this is the hard part. oh well.

*holds a cuteass kitten in right hand* 😸😸😸

LMAO RIKARA’S SMIRKS. BESTTTTTTTTTT. 😂😂😂😂

lol, shivaay’s going to fucking killlllllllllllll rudra. is ladke ke pait mein kuch bhi nahi rehta.

LMAO GAURIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII ET TU BRUTUSSSSSSS

loving omki rollling his eyes at her. i knew that’s exactly how he’d react to her being silly and I LOVE ITTTTTTTTTT 😍😍😍😍

omki shomki taking a page out of bade bhaiyya’s book 😏😏😏

all the elders are like TF YOU IDIOTS ON????

gauriiiiiii’s been caught out toooooo. not giggling so much now, are ya, bulbul????

“mera nahi ho raha na....”

hahahahahahahahaha 😂😂😂😂😂

abbe idiot pehle apni harkatein sudhaar. phir tera bhi hoga.

lolololol aniRi laughing while shivKara yell at rudra. UGH ALL MY KIDS ARE BEING EXTRA CUTE TODAY

ouff, dadi too.

wow, ok. abhay knows to make AN ENTRANCE. 😐😐😐

i guess i should be grateful that pichli baar ki tarah ghar mein bike nahi ghusaaya. 😒😒😒

maybe clarify what you’re talking about, abhay, coz every single person in this house has a long list of sins, and no one knows which of those EXACTLY you’re talking about.

chota billu is taking on bada billu. ladke mein dum hai. 😗😗😗

shivaay is sooooooo damn easy to provoke. just say “tum oberois...” and he’s foaming at the mouth.

chill billu. like.... enjoy those post-sex endorphins for a bit longer.

wow, rudra getting all high-and-mighty oberoi too.

OUFF KYA SACH YAAAAAAAR KAUNSA SACH AB THOOOOK BHI DEEEE 420 EPISODE HOGAYE “SACH” KE BAARE MEIN SUNTE SUNTE 🙄🙄🙄🙄

ok what ghatiya editing, it’s making me dizzy.

oufff abhay, all you saw was tej with a matchstick. how is that fucking proof? you’re such an idiot.

i mean, i’m not doubting that tej has done some super fucked up things, and probably has something to do with this too (realistically), but that’s hella flimsy “PROOF”

oh suddenly om is allllllll about the oberoi name. pfffffft. fuck outta here.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS BB-BOY. DROP THAT BOMBBBBBBB!!!

.... oh nooooo, abhay just abandoned svetlana. this is notttttttt gonnaaaa be goooooood. for him.

jethji ka beta. meaningggggggg.... dadaji oberoi’s brother’s son. making abhay second cousin. hmm.

lol why are anika and gauri shocked. they don’t know who the fuck vishal is. 🤔🤔🤔

man, they really shoulda cast this one to play a half-brother to shivaay. look how similar they look when they do the simul-turn! 😧😧😧

guarantee? the fuck guarantee you want? a dna test? coz those work sooooooooo well in your universe.

on flip side, come the fuck on dadi, no one is someone’s kid just coz they KNOW of their existence. what nonsense logic???? i know of neil armstrong. does that make me his daughter?????? is ghar mein kisi ke bhi paas 2 paise ka dimaag nahi hai. 😒😒😒

shakti/tej are so fucking shady. i think i believe vishal, even though i just met him.

i srsly think omkara might be vishal’s baby, with all the emphasis on truth and what not. what if the babies were switched?!!?!?!?!?

shivaay looks contrite. that’s a first.

omfg he’s the opposite of angel (from buffy) - having sex AWAKENED his long-repressed soul! lololol enjoy the torment of having a conscience now, billu! 😁😁😁

ohnoe, allegations against vishal. he looked so nice and cuddly though.

for once, obros seem at a loss of wtf to do.

ouff, anika ki bhaashanbaazi. seems like foaming-at-the-mouth-oberoi-defensiveness is an STD and shivaay’s given it to anika. ugh. 😒😒😒😒😒

of course the tape isn’t gonna work. like... OF COURSE IT ISN’T.

#ishqbaaz #ishqbaaaz #ib episode liveblogs #episode liveblogs #ib 221117 lb

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choppedblazewerewolf · 8 years ago

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Sooooooo....... I have fallen seriously in love with @abz-j-harding Doctor Strange. Help me. I have even writing a little (LONG) fanfic to go with this drawing. It was not meant to be this long but well I don`t know what happened so enjoy.....

“How do you know it will come?”

“Trust me it will come we have her.” The figure turned to the white haired women in the cell staring at them with cold murderous eyes.

The first figure glanced to her in disgust, “How can you love a creature that has turned itself, warped itself beyond nature?”

“My husband will find me, and when he does he will stop at nothing to have me. Nothing you have will stop him.” Clea replied to the dark figures. She had trust, faith in him that`s all that matters but why does she have this dreadful feeling in her chest?

“We will see about that.”

Everything was silent…. Untill…..

There was a loud explosion coming from beyond her vision… and she smiled. “I would run boys! Or he will gobble you up.” The two figures lifted their guns, one of them bringing a device to his mouth. “What is going on down there?!”

“We- we don't know! It must be the creature! Is everything secure with capture?” The static replied.

The men ran to the corners of the room fidgeting with something she couldn't see. Even through the walls she could hear him screaming for her.

“Oh gods… It… That thing is not human. It is eating the men. The special bullets aren't doing anything to it. We can't slow it down….” A bloodious scream followed the silence then static. She could hear the tentacles moving about and his blood curling screams, “Where is she?!”

“I am here, my love! Be careful please! They have-” Her voice was cut short by the man with the device hitting her across the face.

“Clea? ” His voice was disjointed beyond normal, Clea could barely understand him.

“Come get her you monster!” The figure smirked then ended the call.

As time ticked by they heard more and more shouting from men, and as he grew closer even the bullets firing out of their guns. Even more louder though was the beast's` rage, it echoed through the walls and into their bodies, their very souls. They could feel his need for the white haired woman before them, his desire to be with her forever.

There was silence in the room the two humans holding their breaths and the one interdimensional being who was scared for what they were planning to do with her husband. When something broke the deafening silence, beyond the opened door they could hear a large entity moving in the darkness.

“Cleeeaaaaaaa” Her love was here. As he lunged forward with a madness to be close, to embrace her again, the men moved to the opposite sides of the room ready for something.

“No, my love. Don't come any closer! Please-” She tried to scream out but he was to deep in insanity to understand her words. When he got to the light he momentarily hesitated and hissed at the sudden burst,he tried shielding his eyes from the light with his crimson drenched robes. She couldn't help but smile when he laid his eyes on hers. Her precious love, no matter what she will love him for all eternity.

The men gasped when they could see his horribly disfigured body covered in other humans blood. As he stalked quickly forward one of the men hit a button on another big device that Clea couldn't see before, suddenly a burst of energy shot out and incarcerate the being in it's divine glow.

The creature immediately howled in pain and misery his body crashing to the ground curling into a ball unable to move at all claws digging into the floor trying to reach his beloved, his savior. His tentacles trying to claw as his body to escape the burning pain.

The woman tried to undo the bandage holding her hands together she have to save him! “Stop please you're hurting him!” She cried out to the men. They moved from the device to stand next to her, “That was the idea, girly. Now watch as your precious disgusting love dies like it should of..”

But when they turned back to face the dying creature they gasped when they found him standing up slowly still in deep pain. It only took a few moments before he could take a step even through the suffering and agony. “How is this possible?! It should be dying slowly by now.” One of them exclaimed. Still standing there in panic the thing took another step this time the pain wasn't as intense, he peered with those soulless eyes at the men who hurt him and his beloved with a promise of a fate worse than death.

He was almost touching the edge of the barrier when the men got their composure together and backed around the field trying to get through the door before the creature unleashed its wrath. But before they could squeeze by he shrugged through the barrier with a vengeance across his mutilated face.

“No Steven, don't go after them...please. Just let them go.” His tentacles lashed out still wanting to tear up his prey but his glowing malicious eyes soften when she spoke. Leaving his victims to run he slithered forward and undid her bindings.

He immediately pulled her in close. Carefully, she let him hug her tightly, pressing against coarse and skin like an exoskeleton, reeking with foul rot and the remains of his prey he consumed. Despite that she was not afraid, for she knew this was the man she have come to love.

With such love she reeled back her head to see the beautiful face of her husband, she laid a hand on his hard tough skin. “Thank you, my love.” Then without thinking she pulled him in close blinding pain seared her lips as his harsh jagged teeth met hers, but she did not care she wanted to love him. She could taste the flesh of the men he killed and eaten getting to her..

At first he pulled back a bit shocked at this feeling against his skin. Regardless of the new feeling he kissed her back, savoring it. When he heard a cry he opened his eyes to find his dearest weeping he broke away from her bringing a clawed bloodied paw to her cheek curling around her hair. “Pleeasse…. Don`t cryyy….”

Bringing her hands to her eyes she wiped away the tears, “I`m sorry. I didn't mean to cry…. Can we go home now? I`m done with seeing this place.” Her beloved nodded his tentacles wrapping around her, protecting her, as he trailed forward out of the room. “My beloved.. I love you.”

As they entered another room with decaying bloodied bodies scattered across the floor she heard a low growling, “Lovvveeee…… Tooooo”

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holygayrightsbatman · 7 years ago

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Wondering When Lingered Lips: Chapter 2

heres the second chapter to my spideypool fic (tumblr) (ao3) if you want you can also read it on ao3

summary: peter finally meets deadpool and its uhhh.... well its intertesting

Peter was about two hours into his usual patrol after school. So far he had gotten a cat down that was stuck in a tree, stopped a handbag thief and helped a group of tourists with directions. Nothing really big had happened that day but that was pretty usual since it was 5 o'clock and people didn't tend to commit more serious crimes until later into the night.

He had just stopped another handbang thief and was in the middle of returning the bad to its owner when a man who looked to be in his mid-to-late twenties approached him.

"Hey Spiderdude, there's like a guy dressed up kinda like you. I saw him trying to parkour over a bench but failing." The man said.

"Ok number one, it's Spiderman and where did you see him?" Peter questioned.

"Alley Pond Park."

"Thank you dude!" Peter happily called to the man as he started webbing up the building he was next to and swinging his way over to the park. He was a mix of flattered and genuine curiosity. Flattered that someone could possibly of been inspired by him to become a hero themselves and curious as to how this new hero was helping people. By the sounds of it they were probably quite new the being a hero and Peter really wanted to help them if they needed it. And, well he couldn't lie, he'd love to have a new friend he could share his superhero-ing with. He loved and looked up to Tony Stark a lot but he only really responded to big threats where as Peter handled the little stuff, it would be nice to have a friend he could share his love of petty crime stopping with.

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Peter had swung himself to the park in quite a short time and had probably been going way too fast then what was safe to be swinging hundreds of feet over New York, but damn it he was so excited! He landed in the park and began looking around although it didn't take him to spot a tall looking guy in a red and black running around the park doing a parkour and singing very loudly to a song Peter wasn't sure was in English on a walkman he had strapped to his belt.

He felt a strong surge of happiness overtake him, this guy looked great! He didn't just mean his suit (which had been tailored very well might he add), but the guy looked like a lot of fun. Peter began to approach him, trying to think of something both cool and casuel to greet him with.

"Woo boy, stop over-thinking, Hey boy, just judge me with what you see, My boy, my heart for you is already big like a bubble, Bubble bubble bubble pop!, Bubble bubble pop! pop!"

Peter had to stiffle a giggle realising this guy was singing to kpop very loudly in public, it was honestly very endearing. Peter raised his hand up to wave at the mysterious man. "H-hey there, I'm Spiderman, what's your name?" He asked, a little embarrassed that he stuttered.

The guy whipped his head around so fast that Peter was sure that it must of given him whiplash but the man didn't seem to give off any indication that he was pain.

"Oh my good sparkly gosh! It's Spiderman! Yo dude, I'm such a huge fan. I've been watching all the videos of you on YouTube for like forever. Your power is so cool like you can climb shit and shoot webs? It's amazing! I love tha- Oh shit I've been rambling, haven't I? Sorry. My names Deadpool."

If Peter thought he couldn't be more endeared to Deadpool before he was sorely wrong. "Nice to meet you, Deadpool." He held out his hand for him to shake and almost immediately Deadpool grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously, this guy is strong!

"It's so cool to meet you!" Peter could practically see the guy grinning wildly underneath his mask.

"Why did you pick the name Deadpool?" He question curiously because if he was honest a name with the word 'dead' in it didn't sound very superhero-y.

Still grinning Deadpool answered, "Do you know what a deadpool is? It's when people bet on who's gonna die in like a fight or something, right? And my power is that im basically immortal so I thought it'd be hilarious to be called Deadpool because if you bet on me you'd never win."

"That's such cool name!" Peter said genuinely. "And here I was thinking I was clever calling myself 'Spiderman'." They both started laughing at that.

"Nah dude, Spiderman is cool name too. It's simple and straight to the point like you know straight away this guy is has spider powers, you know what you're getting with you." Deadpool said.

Peter had been so preoccupied with how excited he was he didn't even notice that the man had guns strapped to his back and two katanas on his back. Peter felt his stomach sink slightly, he really hoped that Deadpool hasn't been using them to kill people.

"Why do you have those, uh, weapons?" He asked in a slightly quieter voice.

"Oh, these?" Deadpool gestured to them wildly, "These are my unalive-ing tools." He then pointed to each one of his katanas, "This one is Bea, shes great! She's such a joy to work with and very dedicated. This one is Arthur, she's grumpy-wumpy." Deadpool giggled to himself.

Peter cringed, hard. Oh fuck, he thought. Of course the new guy that I'm getting on with so well just has to be a murderer! He really didn't know what to do, he certainly didn't want to allow this guy to go around the city murdering who ever he liked. Didn't he say he was immortal though? That was a very, very scary thought. If he told the guy to stop killing and it went south and turned into a fight this guy might be able to keep fighting for a long time after Peter couldn't anymore. Not that killing him had even been a thought that ran through Peter's head but, God, was he terrifyied right now.

He was pulled out of his when he heard Deadpool calling his name and waving his hand in front of Peter's mask. "Hey Spidey, are you home because it doesn't look like any lights are on."

Peter jumped back. "I- uh, I just- um, I-" He had no idea what he was going to say. So much for being able to find my words, he thought.

"Can you not- uh, like kill people?" His voice got progressively queiter as he spoke.

"Oh baby boy, don't worry! I'm not here to kill anyone right now. I already got my dickbag target Francis and everyone associated with him. Unless someone tries to come after me or someone hires me I'm not gonna kill anyone." Deadpool cheerfully answered.

"Um ok- wait did you say hire? You're an assassin?!" Peter gaped at the man unneath his mask.

"Well not assassin, I prefer the term mercenary, but I can see how you could confused between the two."

Peter felt disgusted. "Please don't tell me you're here to kill someone."

"Nope! I just moved here actually. I'm not currently taking jobs, I've decided to focus on other things right now."

"'Not currently taking jobs' as in not doing mercenary work again, or just not as of right now?" Peter question.

"Hmm, not sure really. I'm gonna see how being normal superhero first. You know you really inspired me Spidey? Like you made me wanna change being a merc' and do like good shit. Before I would of gagged at the idea but now I kinda like the idea." Deadpool answered truthfully.

Well ok, at least hes trying to change his ways. "Um right, thanks... just be careful with those things." Peter gestured to his many weapons, "Please don't kill anyone here."

"Of course not! Anything you say, boss!" Deadpool gave him a salute.

Peter let out a sigh of relief, although he wasn't quite convinced and he knew he'd have to keep an eye on him he thought that if he was being genuine about wanting to change his ways then that was a good thing, right? Maybe I could help him become a real hero, Peter thought to himself.

He gave a small smile to Deadpool before realising he was wearing a mask and he definetly wouldn't of been able to see him and then said, "Thanks." He checked his phone and then seeing it was already half-past six o'clock and May would be getting both annoyed and worried that he wasn't home yet.

"Oh shit I gotta go!" He said. "Um, nice meeting you Deadpool."

Deadpool, bless him, looked over the moon (even in a mask). "Really great meeting you too baby boy, hope to see you around soon!"

Peter just nodded at him and swung away home, left with his thoughts about this mysterious new man.

- - -

This Deadpool guy had been on Peter's mind a lot, he missed his whole first period lesson thinking about the guy. Well, more worrying about him what he might do but he completely forgot about him as soon as he saw Wade at lunch that day. Peter was pretty sure he was harbering a tiny little crush on the guy, even though he'd only began to actually know the guy for a week now (he cursed himself for getting crushes so easily.)

"Wassup guys?" Wade greeted as he sat down at the table.

Ned took that as an invitation to talk all about how Mr. Cemanos was the worst English teacher to ever grace God's green earth, to which all of them tuned out because there was never a day Ned didn't complain about him.

Wade turned to Peter and softly asked, "Hows yous?"

Peter giggled. "Tired as hell, you?"

"Tip-top, right as rain, guv-nar!" Wade replied, awfully imitating an English accent. "I joke, I'm actually about to die. God, has it been sooooooo slow."

Peter pressed his mouth into his hand, trying not laugh too loudly. "I know right? I've hardly been able to concentrate today, I think we got set homework in my last lesson but I was so out of it I don't even remember."

"Oh I feel you, Pete." Wade answered, smiling at Peter.

Peter could feel a blush creep its way up his neck and onto his cheeks. God, I'm so embarrassing! Every little thing Wade did was giving him butterflies in his stomach and a light airy feeling that touched him from the tips of his tops to the tips of his fingers. He smiled shyly back at Wade.

"Ok can you guys please not flirt at the dinner table, you're putting me off my food." MJ said. Apparently they had both got so lost in each other that they hadn't realised that Ned had finished his rant. Peter went bright red stammering about how they-hadn't-been-flirting-thank-you-very-much but Wade just smirked and sent MJ a which they returned. Yeah, they definetly know. Peter sighed inwardly, he hated that he made his feelings so painfully obvious. After Liz had said she knew about his crush he had began to realise just how bad he was at trying to hide his feelings for someone. At the very least he knew that Wade was also flirting with him very openly. They were in that awkward phase where they both knew that they liked each other and that other knew about their feelings but they weren't ready to talk about it yet or make it official. Peter wanted to wait until he knew the guy for at least over a month first because getting in a relationship with someone he'd only known for a week felt a bit too fast (even for him.)

Ned rolled his eyes at them. "You two are so gross."

"You're just jealous." Wade said. Both Peter and MJ giggled at that (although MJ tried to hide it.)

Ned gave Wade an annoyed look and then changed the subject onto his newest LEGO Star Wars set he'd gotten. Apparently he'd gotten the Millennium Falcon this time as very excited to start putting it together.

"Do you guys wanna help me?" He asked.

"Yeah of course!" Peter answered happily, he absolutely loved putting together LEGO with Ned. They had actually bonded over theyre love for LEGO in middle school and that's how they became friends.

"Absolutely not." MJ gave one of their now iconic short stoic answers.

Ned then look expectingly at Wade, who honestly looked shocked. "Are you inviting me too?" He questioned genuinely.

"Of course, you're part of this group now dude!"

Wade broke into one of the happiest looking grins ever, "I'd love to!"

"On one condition though," Ned said. "Please you two don't be too gross."

Peter snorted and almost choked on the water he was drinking. "Sh-shut up, we're not gross!"

"Oh Peter, darling, you gotta admit we're a bit gross." Wade said.

Peter, as red as a cherry tomato, reluctently agreed, that yes, they were more then a little gross.

"Ok then, meet you guys after school at the entrance?"

The other two boys both nodded at Ned and continued on with their conversation. The both of feeling increasingly nervous and excited as the day went on. They'd never hang out with each other outside of school yet and they were both pretty happy that their friends were being accepting of their burgeoning romance.

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