#they deserve to be front and center because wow dude

[mickgaydolenz]

so, i was reading 17° Aquarius which is what Micky's Mars is in and it was... interesting. i mean it's main theme is egotism and being dependent on others for stimulation; corruption and selfishness at its very worse. there's some merit to this but i only say that confidently because his Mars is in his 12H.

while the 4H represents the hidden life, and 8H represents the hidden mind, the 12H represents just being hidden in general; whether its abilities, emotions, opinions, the past, whatever is placed there. it's only accessed/activated -- other than for a profection year -- either willingly, or being forced to tap into it. especially so if there's aspects to it. it's also the last house which often represents endings and closure, answers given, and healing from old wounds.

majority of the time people will either totally ignore whatever's in this house or they'll escape into it to avoid reality. sure, you can ignore or run to your 12H placements for as long as you want, but they will always come back to bite you in the ass. everyone like's to throw karma around here, but that word has become so overused that it overtime lost it's original meaning, to which i cannot even define, as it's been bastardized to fit the white person's spiritual lexicon (thank you colonialism very cool /s). soooo a better way of describing this house is a house of personal retribution.

the reason im bringing this up is not to talk so much about Micky's 12H, since it's only his Mars there ...so sorry worldwide Micky girls nation <\3. although i will say, when i read "susceptibility to physically illness if frustrations grow intense" i got worried, so my eyes are closer than ever on that old man. watching him like a hawk as we speak.

i'm bringing this up because i've mentioned before about Mike's 12H and how that might've came into play when he had that "i got it" moment in his life. we actually have some telling placements here. he has three: his South Node, and asteroids Vesta and Pallas.

im actually not gonna talk about his asteroids because it's not why i'm here in your inbox. why i'm here is to discuss his South Node. this is extremely important, Mike girls. you should take notes. its gonna get melancholic.

in astrology, we have these things called Moon Nodes. you have a North and a South Node, and they will always be opposing each other in opposing signs, because they're supposed to; the North Node represents the present life, the quest, growth, while South Node represents the past life, the resource, our blockages. do you see where this is going?

i could explain the Nodes themselves, as it does give way to fully realizing their curriculum in his chart, but ive honestly hadn't gotten around to fully understanding them just yet because i'm still stuck on degree theory. i'm only sharing what i know and what i'm currently reading on them so that i can explain this correctly. you can read here and here if you sincerely need to know the details. all you have to know for this is that his NN is in Leo 6H and his SN in Aquarius 12H. i've already explained the 12H, but the 6H deals with daily living, organization, service and health. now you are bueno *whip crack effect* 👍

tw death mention coming up here//

i've been quietly busy piecing things together to see what important placements were there in-around the times of death for the three. mistakenly, at first, i would focus heavily on their profection year they died and the aspects to it, without even considering the years before that would lead up to that. those prior years do in fact play a role here. what i've found is that there's no one important placement, aspect or degree that can encompass a death-like sentence to someone's astro makeup. while astrology cannot predict when or even how someone will die, what we can do is posthumously see what important factors lead to their passing.

in Mike's case, he passed in his 7H profection year; the year before, he was in his 6H; to note, he actually has a stellium here, which are all entirely retrograded, but that's not important to this. and guess what was there? because this was the year of 2020, when everyone was isolated and recollecting themselves; this was his Node's last attempts to sober him up before it all ended, and it had to do so by sheer force.

you know what happened next? he stopped hiding.

even after Davy had passed and he gave in to touring with his surviving band members, he still seemed to isolate himself after the show was over. barely showing for interviews with the others. didn't spill himself too much that wasn't about what was going on around him. he kept to himself as always and no one tried too hard to pry him. the usual Michael Nesmith routine.

but after Peter had passed, i think something just snapped in him. for some reason i feel like he found himself more comfortable being vulnerable after Peter was gone... really strange stuff. almost like he was afraid of being or feeling similar to him? ffs i wish he was still alive so i could ask him cause it's gonna kill me otherwise.

but now, amidst the chaos of 2020, instead of running away into comfort and escaping from being vulnerable, he brought those vulnerabilities out instead, especially so on stage. if i had to guess anything about Mike during this time, is that he just wanted to heal. he so badly wanted to mend things even after things were too late & far gone, which i would also include his physical health here too, as 6H rules physical health -- Micky did say he had health issues for a long while. but his struggles trying to communicate that among other things made it a too-little-too-late issue (uh-oh girls, it's his Saturn Rx 3H eating him alive!).

but what he could mend at that moment, he did, and what he was able to mend was his relationship to his audience. remember when we talked about this before with Peter? sighs. Mike went YOINK and took those lessons without directly discussing him, whether he knew it or not. he is sooooo irritating ❤

i'll end this off by sharing this: in one of my sources i have that actually talks about the Nodes, there's a section where the author explains the Nodes through the lens of different religious and cultural mythologies. of course, since we're talking about Mike, the Christian version stood out to me most for this case, which brings in the story of Adam & Eve. at first i passed it off cause it's only a short paragraph in a sea of much more lengthier mythologies, but the more i read it the more enlightening it became to me.

here's the direct quote:

"Eve draws Adam into the world of duality, relationship and further incarnation, by listening to the serpent. Later, Eve having given birth to Mary, God enters mankind through her, thus bringing the Christ out of Adam. Here I would understand Eve and Mary to be representing two different facets of the cosmic feminine principle. So by listening to the serpent, we move further into duality and the world of form, and by listening to God, we are reconnected with unity."

and in the end, Mike finally listened to God. properly. for once in his life.

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[carmenized-onions]

these are my thoughts

-the amish story?? we're starting with the amish story???? so you want me to bawl my fuckin eyes out, is that? i hate you onion.

-its been 0ERR minutes. damn right. feel the burn carmen berzatto, feel it!!!

-i actually had to switch tabs and play the countries of the world quiz cuz ohhhh my god carmy talking to chef david is never an easy pill to swallow

-mikey called me? i have been officially adopted into the family? im all warm inside. but as a middle child, i am offended. deeply. we also care for people and have to like keep the peace! also ouch, id feel so guilty as a baby getting the big bro attention when the big bro's actually baby is being left on read.

-oh shit oh shit we're back ahhhhhhhh please chef david/carmy needs multiple warnings. also so real so real so real receiving praise from someone who always criticized you is not as sweet as you thought it would be. actually somewhat repulsive.

-i mean,,,, great introspection there carm, but maybe like 0ERR minutes too late buddy

-"The only fuckin’ good thing in my life" ....okay maybe i change my vote and i support tony folding. im folding.

-“Hey asshole—” Richie stops, when he sees David. “Ah. You’re needed, Chef Carmen.” dont back down richie dont back down call him out in front of the stupid exec he put over everyone else. also did you notice in season three no one said 'cousin' once? not onceeeeee. carm deserved it, but damn did it hurt. please heal me onion

-“Want your coffee?” He corrects, like stroking your ego will make you fold. It does. ehehehehehe yeah yeah ill do itt

-fuck me this is dark.

-“Cousin get my fucking bag, now!” she called him cousin.

-ummmm can this be an x richie jerimovich now actually?

-carmen is definitely the joke. i know im tony, but id be on my hands knees for her too.

-onion. “And no one wants you to acknowledge that you’re the guy— Like you can take the compliment, but you can never say ‘I know, I’m doing it on purpose.’” how have you managed to capture the human experience of being the dependable people pleaser into words and such good words????? i could only wish to be as good at writing as you are. profession well chosen.

-'You laugh, and it quickly turns into a groan as you try to come up with something. “I uh… Oh! I fuckin’ hate the nickname ‘Jack’, that’s something.” “Oh?” He leans forward, teasingly intrigued— You’ve thrown him a bone, because you’re the guy, too. He’s able to focus on this in lieu of himself.' ahahahah i knew this was coming, if she liked jack it would've stayed jack but noooo its chip! i been waiting for this one, turn it up! also yes so 'the guy' of her, turning the convo to you only to help out the other guy cuz the guy never wants to be the center of attention unless its actively helping someone out ugh i love you onion

-i think im gonna try to minimize the comments, its like ive got one after every sentence, jeez cool it dude.

-sydmikey crossover kind of , wow. its hitting me. i wonder what they wouldve been like together.

-'and neither of you know this is a lie, yet.' actually fuck you onion.

-shit forgot the richie carmy fight was happening right out the window???????????????????????????

-lol. bear in the freezer 1.0

-you're making me miss mikey even tho im reading mikey but damn i miss my bestie and he should be enjoying the bear with us rn (even tho the bear is shit rn 0ERR but like if it wasnt)

-“If that’s what getting a star takes, I don’t want it.” oh fuck. us squidink truthers out here winning.

-'Richie’s a good dad. You will never find a good time to tell him this.' i know what you're referencing and i despise you for it. tony will tell him.

-'“Yeah, well you need to read Mark Wolynn’s ‘It Didn’t Start With You.’” Richie’s got lists of books now, instead of zingers. They somehow hit harder.' they hit very hard my man, very hard. #teamfuckeveryonebutrichie

read the rest so quick that i felt like i lived it. i hate you. you write so well. my best friend died dude ,you gave me a best friend who knew me and saw me and you killed him???

those are my thoughts. ive been reading this on an off since 10am, it is now almost 5pm. i was meant to be studying. truly the best form of procrastination is reading your work. i hope my review, tho lacking, it welcomed.

-jude the dude <3

So fun fact before we get into this, I am currently at my parents house packing all of my shit because I move into my apartment next thursday!! Thank y’all for being patient w/ me. I would fucking love to get the next chapter out tommorow (and answer all my asks) but we’ll see. I really need to prioritize packing but I,,,,, don’t want to. 

So now as my form of break I’m answering asks between boxes LMAO. SO ANYWAYS LETS FUCKING YAP FOR A WHILE!!~

(also please continue to send in essays, I've got quite the backlog if you're worried I didn't get it!! I probably maybe did!! Just busy fucking couple weeks)

I was so excited to do “what are you amish” as an opener, the doc was literally named ‘amish’ in google docs. I knew it was gonna shoot everyone dead on impact. Speaking of doc names, you ever wonder what the docs of these chapters are named?

(mushy potato is still chapter 13 I just had edited it a lot and made a new guy) I’m a little unhinged. 

Anyways FEEL THAT BURN CARMY BABY!! This was such a distressing chapter. I think it only adds to the stress to have those really sweet (mostly) moments with Mikey and then go into actually on the fucking brink with Carmen. 

I APOLOGIZE TO ALL MY MIDDLE SIBLINGS!! I think we babies and middle kids should team up tbh to beat Older Sibling’s ass. Middle/Babies are 100% also taking weight on our shoulders and I feel like this is never appreciated, so I wanted to have Tony be a baby, cause it goes against that type of a Baby Sib never being the dependable one. 

I love my middle brother dearly though. I think I see trio siblings fall into the categories of

Oldest - On a hierarchy level, emotionally responsible for everyone. 

Middle - Often financially/emotionally responsible, keeps family connected.

Baby - On a personal level responsible for emotions! One-on-One dynamics, yknow?

At least, that’s where my family and coincidentally the Berzattos seem to fall. I have to stop yapping about this let’s MOVE ONNN

SOOO REAL to get praise and not feel good. It’s so wild. It’s such a wild experience to get the praise you always wanted from someone and then realize immediately oh what the fuck i don’t give a fuck what you think and quite frankly i should’ve never been trying to impress you?? It’s such a weird human experience. Can a psychology major explain this to me. 

0ERR MINUTES TOO LATE LMAOOOO— But yeah, from what I noticed, some seemed to fold after seeing how fucked the rest of Carmen’s Friday went. I feel like it also completely changes the feeling of Something to Do. Should I do a poll again? Actually no I wanna do a different poll hold on…

RICHIE! NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT? NEVER GIVE UP!!! I did notice the lack of cousin in S3, which completely made sense and hurt deeply, however I live in a world where I wanted everyone to at least a little bit understand each other. 

-ummmm can this be an x richie jerimovich now actually?

This is the poll I wanna do. Because I’ve seen a lot of RiChip or SquidInk truthers coming to the light. What the fuck would Mikey’s ship name be actually? Mikchip? McRib. What? 

You had me blusshinn with quoting the guy scene!! Thank you for saying so. I was fucking tweaking like ‘is anyone going to understand what the fuck i mean when i’m saying this or do i just need to go to therapy’. Turns out we all do. So. That’s good. THANK YOU!! I 

WAITTIN FOR THIS ONE!! CHIP ORIGINS!! I was considering having the Chip origin be another scene that would essentially be ‘off screen’ but it just felt so apt to do here. I actually had an entire other conversation planned for Mikey/Chip to have here but it just didn’t suit them. I’m so glad I went with this. And aufgh, my heart… It was always so fucking sad for me while writing this and switching back and forth between scenes and being like “GOD I DON’T WANNA GO BACK TO CARMEN/MIKEY ERA” they were both very difficult to write for different reasons. But going back to Carmen was always tough cause it was like oh yeah. Mikey’s dead by this one. And he’s not suddenly gonna come out and give someone a painful back massage. This SUCKS!!

I cooked with neither of you know this is a lie, yet. Everyone knows I caramelized the shit out of that one. 

More people need to fight in front of the restaurant. I want those bitches on STAGE. It’s so much more fun when it’s public and weird. 

Now are we a squidink truther or richip gang affiliate we have to choose one jude or are we doing a polycule because i dont know if that’s possible

LISTEN BE HONEST WHEN IS THERE A NORMAL TIME TO GO UP TO YOUR FRIEND AND BE LIKE “hey i think you’re a great father” WHAT? WHAT? I’D start fucking tweaking (crying in public), personally.

All the book reccs were brought to you by my family doctor prescribing them to me. I literally have them on a sticky note next to me. Shout out Dr V! Love you baby!! #teamfuckeveryonebutrichieanddrV

The last scene was very much so my full deep dive into time distorted grief poetry, which I fucking loved doing so thank you to everyone who enjoyed it (you!!). Bro, getting to the end was so hard because I also fell in love with best friend Mikey writing it and I was like man,,,, does he have to die though,,, can we like,,, make him into a marvel superhero or something and pivot genres?? I hate this,,, So listen Mr Storer killed him I just poured a fuck ton of salt in the wound. 

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REVIEW, ALWAYS FEEL FREE TO SEND IN MORE THOUGHTS I LOVE TO GET THEM IT’S NEVER LACKING!!! Back to packing I go. I think I’ll tackle the desk next? Wish me luck brothers.

[beelsnack]

I Put A Spell On You - Obey Me Boys and A Witch MC

I may have mentioned it in an ask or something before, but I'm actually a practicing witch. (Sorry, Mammon.) So, in honor of spooky season, I bring you witch MC!

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Lucifer: "Can I ask you something?"

Lucifer looked up from the report he had been working on. In the House of Lamentation, hearing that question was very rarely followed by anything but disaster. He bit back the urge to sigh and turned to look at the human. "You may."

"Have you ever been summoned by a witch?" the human set down their pen. They had taken refuge in Lucifer's room in an attempt to actually get their homework done, and had been working diligently up until this point. "Like, successfully."

He raised an eyebrow. "No, I haven't. I doubt any mortal witch would have the power to actually summon me."

"That's what I thought," they leaned back in their chair, stretching.

"What brought this on?"

"A witch I know up in the Human Realm swore up and down that he had, quote unquote, ‘summoned Lucifer himself.’ No one believed him anyway, but I figured I would ask just to confirm my suspicions.”

“No, it is highly unlikely that a mortal witch would have the magical power to summon me,” Lucifer chuckled darkly. “Although many have tried.”

“What happens to them when they do?” they asked, completely abandoning their work at this point. Part of Lucifer wanted to reprimand them for getting distracted, but he couldn’t deny that he liked having their attention on him. “Do you curse them or something?”

“I do nothing,” he smirked as they got up to lean against his desk. Perhaps he could stand to take a break as well. “The minor demons they actually summon, however, often have their fun with those foolish enough to try.”

“Oh, I’ll bet the Little Ds have a blast with them, huh?” the human grinned.

“Ask Number Two about the time he possessed a ouija board and convinced a human they would die if they ever wore the color blue again.”

Laughing, the human moved to return to their spot at his coffee table where they had spread out all of their study materials. Lucifer, however, had different plans.

“Oof!”

In one quick, fluid motion, he had grasped the human around the waist and tugged them into his lap. The movement had mussed up their hair, and he affectionately moved a few strands out of their face to see their adorable pout.

“You know, my dear, you are the only human witch able to summon me. You should wear that fact like a badge of honor.”

Mammon: “Now that’s just playin’ dirty!”

The human had to make a concentrated effort not to laugh at Mammon. “Yeah, they really didn’t have to go that far. They already have you by the balls.”

“They do not!” Mammon growled, crossing his arms. “Nobody has control over The Great Mammon!”

“Except for the multitude of humans who you made pacts with because they promised you a few bucks.”

“Wow, okay.”

Shaking their head, they gently plucked the doll out of Mammon’s palm. It was a standard poppet, made out of cloth. “Why don’t you just have Lucifer or Satan undo the curses?”

“Because,” Mammon huffed. “Human magic is different from demon magic. None of us know the first thing about it.”

“You just don’t want to admit to anyone that the witches pulled one over on you again.”

“Can you fix it or not?”

Smothering another laugh, they brought the poppet closer to examine it. Aside from the basic filling, it felt like there were some stones in there, and they thought they smelled some herbs.

“So, basically all you need to do is remove whatever link they used to bind the doll to you,” they muttered, more to themself than anything. “Usually it’s hair, nail, a drop of blood if they’re feeling particularly nasty…”

“That’s what they were doin’?”

The human looked up, tilting their head. “What?”

“One of the witches was bein’ real nice to me,” Mammon sighed. “Patting me on the head when I dropped off some money for them. Shoulda known she was trying something fishy!”

“Okay, that answers that.” they made their way over to their desk, plopping down in the chair. “So she probably pulled out some of your hair and put it inside the doll. So all we have to do it get it out, this thing becomes a regular old doll, and voila, curse broken.”

“How do we do that?” Mammon asked, peering over their shoulder as they reached into their drawer. His blue eyes widened when they pulled out a pair of scissors. “Whaddaya plan on doin’ with those?”

“Mammon, this is going to hurt like a bitch.”

“Wha - ack!”

Mammon doubled over in pain at the same time the human cut open a slice on the doll’s belly. There, right in the center of the stuffing and stones - and there were herbs in there, they had been right! - was a little bundle of white hair, tied with a piece of twine.

“Ah-ha!” they plucked the bunch out of the doll, and Mammon just barely managed to catch himself on the corner of the desk before he went crashing to the floor.

“Holy shit, human, I’m gonna fuckin’ hurl.”

“Do it somewhere that isn’t my room, please.”

Leviathan: “Levi, I don’t know how to tell you this, but ‘witch’ and ‘magical girl’ aren’t the same thing.”

Ever since they let it slip that they practiced witchcraft, Levi had obsessively forced them to watch every magical girl anime he could think of. It was his way of relating to them, they were sure, but it was starting to get a little out of hand. There were only so many variations of the magical girl trope in existence.

Levi frowned at them. “It’s not?”

“Well, for one, I don’t own a super cute lolita dress.”

“Do you want me to make you one?”

The human laughed. “Somehow I don’t think showing up to a coven meeting wearing a pink loli dress will make the others take me very seriously.”

“What about blue?”

“Leviathan.”

“Fine, fine,” he huffed. “So if it’s not like in the anime, what is human magic like?”

“A lot more boring than demon magic, honestly.” the human shrugged, turning back to the monitor. Since they had put their foot down against watching Madoka, the two of them were rewatching Sailor Moon. “A lot of using herbs and crystals and energy. Really symbolic.”

“That is boring,” Levi scowled. “You don’t even get a transformation sequence.”

“I’m just as mad about it as you are, dude.”

Satan: “Holy shit, Satan, that is a ton of books.”

THe demon had no reason to look as proud as he did as he sat the stack of books on the table in front of him. “This isn’t even all of them. Some of them are cursed, so I let them be for now.”

“That’s...both impressive and concerning.” the human picked up a book off the top of the pile. “Whoa, it’s even handwritten!”

“I’ve collected my fair share of grimoires over the millennia.” Satan took a seat across from them, watching as they turned each page with reverence. “I believe that one is from a Scottish witch from the 16th century.”

“Should I be wearing gloves or something?” they cradled the book like it was made of glass. “This is historic, Satan.”

“I’ve cast the appropriate spells on them to prevent them from decaying, don’t worry.” Satan laughed. “Although your concern is appreciated.”

“I could learn so much about the craft from these,” their voice was barely above a whisper, eyes wide as they scanned each page like it contained the secret to eternal life. “This is...wow…”

The look of utter rapture that the human had on their face was endearing, and Satan couldn’t help but smile softly at them. “Feel free to peruse them whenever you like. They deserve to be appreciated.”

“You mean it?” they looked up with hope sparkling in their eyes. “Thank you so much, Satan!”

“Of course,” he reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind their ear. “That look on your face is worth any price.”

Asmodeus: “I have a gift for you!”

Asmo poked his head up from where he had buried it in his D.D.D. The human stood next to the couch, arms clasped behind their back and a giddy smile stretching across their face. Asmo could practically feel them vibrating from excitement.

“Ooh, for me? Darling, you shouldn’t have!” He pocketed his phone and gave them his full attention. “What is it?”

They held out their hands, revealing the treasure they had been hiding. “Ta-da!”

Asmo carefully picked up the chain from their palms. Dangling from the end of it was a small bottle, wrapped carefully in wire and turned into a pendant. Tiny, translucent pink stones sat inside, nestled in a layer of salt and herbs. The magic surrounding it was faint, as most human witchery was, but it was so uniquely them that Asmo could just about cry.

“Oh, darling, you made me a love charm!” he exclaimed, immediately slipping the necklace on. “It’s so cute! I love it, thank you so much!”

The human smiled. “I’m glad! I wasn’t sure what to do with the rose quartz, but I knew you would love them, so I figured I would make you something! Not that I really think a love charm would work on you, but I figured you would appreciate the aesthetic.”

Asmo laughed, reaching forward to cup the side of their face gently. “You don’t need to use a love charm on me, darling. I’m already captivated by you.” His other hand came up to touch the pendent resting against his collarbone. “This will just serve as a reminder of how spellbound you’ve made me.”

Beelzebub: When they had first described themself as a “kitchen witch,” Beel had thought that they meant they were a really good cook.

And while that was true, they also were literally a kitchen witch.

“Basil for protection...oregano to ward off negative magic...there, that should do it.”

To Beel, it just looked like they were making pasta. Which was never a bad thing. But they chose which herbs to season it with such intention and purpose, Beel knew it was more than that.

“Do herbs really have magic?” he asked, leaning on the counter next to the stove while the human worked on magic dinner. “I’ve never thought of them as particularly magical.”

“It’s more of a human thing,” they said, sprinkling the last of the oregano over the pot of sauce. “We don’t get the flashy sparks and all that, so we had to develop our own magic.”

“Hm…” Beel regarded the pot with curiosity. “Is that why your cooking is so good?”

“Sure, we’ll go with that.” they laughed, swatting at his hand as he slowly approached the pot. “You aren’t sneaky, Beel.”

“Can I just have a taste?”

“Your ‘taste’ is drinking the whole pot like it’s soup.” they rolled their eyes. “I haven’t even started cooking it yet! It’s cold!”

Beel pouted, looking every bit the kicked puppy. “But I want to taste your magic.”

“You can taste my magic when dinner’s ready.”

Belphegor: On nights when he couldn’t sleep, Belphie usually ended up with the human.

Sometimes it was just him wiggling his way into their bed and cuddling with them until he felt sleepy. But tonight, it looks like they were sharing a case of insomnia.

So that was how he ended up sitting on the human’s floor with his hand in their lap as they studied it like it was a textbook.

“So? What do the squiggly lines of destiny tell you about me?”

“That you’re a little bitch.” they shot back, running their thumb over the center of his palm. “You have a lot of crosses on your heart line.”

“Which means?”

“You’re emotionally fucked up.”

Belphie snorted. “I could have told you that one.”

“You’re the one who came in here and wanted to see some human magic, I don’t want to hear any complaining.” they let go of his hand. “The only reason I’m breaking out the salt and candles is to banish your demonic ass from my room.”

“You know that only works on lesser demons.”

“Anything will work as banishment if I throw it hard enough.”

Diavolo: This...felt kind of pointless, honestly.

They knew it was mainly because of Diavolo’s obsession with human culture. But doing a Tarot reading for the Crown Prince of Hell seemed like a waste of everyone’s time.

Well, regardless, a summons from Diavolo was not to be ignored, so they had dutifully gathered up their cards and made their way to the Demon Lord’s Castle.

“You know,” they began hesitantly. “If you want to know the future, you have a time-manipulating butler right there.”

Barbatos, ever watchfully, chuckled and inclined his head. “My Lord is fascinated by human methods of divination.”

“It’s true,” Diavolo nodded. “Tarot especially has always piqued my interest, but very rarely do I have time to indulge with the other witches who visit the Devildom.”

....Oh, they really couldn’t say no to the hopeful gleam in his eye. A man that large had no right to look that cute.

“Alright,” they handed him the deck of cards. It looked hilariously small in his hands. “Go ahead and shuffle them.”

“Oh, I get to do it?”

“If you want,” they shrugged. “I usually have whoever is being read for do the shuffling, so the deck can get a feel for their energy. Unless you don’t want to, of course.”

“No, this is exciting!” He really did look like he was having fun. “How many should I draw?”

“Just one, and we can go from there.”

With a focus that might have been a bit too intense, Diavolo began shuffling. He handled the deck carefully, which made them happy. So many people were rough with the cards, and they were always worried they were going to get ruined.

“Alright.” Diavolo laid a card face down on the table between them. “Would you like to do the honors?”

He was being dramatic, but they couldn’t help but play along. What was the harm in a little bit of fun? They flipped the card face up and let out a startled chuckle.

The Devil.

“Did you do that on purpose?” they asked, laughter dripping from their voice.

“No, honest!” Diavolo was laughing too. “What does the Devil card mean?”

“It means my deck has a sense of humor.”

[kindness-bliss]

New Beginnings Ch. 11

Timothy Thatcher x OC

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none

Tim looked outside as he watched them drive off and rubbed his face and leaned against the wall and watched them all walk towards him. “I know, I know”

“Do you though ? Do you ?” Candice spat out “What in the absolute fuck were you thinking ? What happened ?”

“I just...I couldn’t handle the alcohol, it hit me all at once and then next thing I knew whats her face shoved her tongue down my throat and then...I was the one who initiated it” he admitted quietly “I was the one who took her to the bathroom to…to do that” Tim said not even being able to say the words

“What the fuck is wrong with you ?!” Oney demanded

Tim shook his head as he debated throwing himself in front of a moving car to end his never ending misery “Guys, Candice please”  “No, answer us” Johnny said sternly “Before we all take turns beating the absolute shit out of you, granted Maya clearly did a great job as we can tell by your slight limp and broken bruised nose you shit head !”  

 “Guys !” Tim exclaimed frustrated as he threw his hands down

“So you see her having a good time with us and Marcel so you decide to fuck someone in a bathroom at her own party when you claimed you were heartbroken and wanted her for yourself ? Instead of being a man and pulling her aside you do that ? To Maya, the legit most nicest and genuine person ?” Oney asks

“Oney….” “No I wanna know, I wanna know what it the absolute fuck went through your head when you decided to pull that shit ?” he repeated “This is a girl who liked you, spent 6 months sad over you while you couldn’t even answer a simple text message or call, you acted like a little bitch for 6 months moaning and complaining when you had absolutely no right to. She reached out, she called, left voicemails and sent text messages to you every fucking day for a month straight and you chose not to respond yet you get pissy because you see her enjoy herself with Marcel and all of us, you get jealous seeing her have fun. You’re bitter” he finally says “You’re nothing but a bitter child stuck inside a 38 year old man's body and you don’t deserve Maya. You don’t deserve her kindness nor her love and care because despite her being all lovey with Marcel tonight everyone here can see she wanted you, she craves you and that’s really fucking sad. But I think it’s time we don’t let that happen, it’s time we as her friends don’t let a 25 year old fall for a 38 year old bitter, disrespectful asswipe.”    Tim stood there in silence, swallowing the small amount he had left of pride. For Oney whom he had known for years to reprimand him he knew just how deep and bad shit really was.   “Yeah stay quiet buck teeth” Johnny muttered as he pushed past him with Candice and Fabian “Chipped teeth...not buck teeth” Fabian corrected quietly as he waited with them for an uber turning back when Johnny, Candice and Oney weren’t looking and giving him the finger ***** “Your place, not mine” Maya whispered meekly “I wanna be with you in your space, not mine”  “Anything you want” Marcel said softly as he noticed her holding his hand tightly in hers. This wasn’t in any way what he wanted for them, especially not for her. He felt disgusted as he drove thinking of how broken she must’ve been seeing that.    “I just wanna be with you, anywhere with you” she said quietly as she stared out her window “As long as I’m with you, I’ll be okay” He nodded as he blinked away tears, emotional at hearing her words as he pulled into his apartment building and helped her out   She let out a small shaky breath as she held his hand and walked with him towards the elevator taking off Fabian’s suit jacket as she handed it over “You can give this to him when you see him again, it was extremely kind of him”   “I will” he said softly as he pressed the button and stood with her with looming silence as the elevator took them up to his apartment   “I hate him” she said suddenly “and I’m sorry for everything that I did and said to you while being enamored with him, you didn’t deserve any of that from me”  

 “Maya, no. Don’t say that, listen things happened tonight and I really think tomorrow you two should talk I can call him over and-”

“No” she answered sternly as she shot him a look full of hurt and anger “It ends here, it dies here. He doesn’t exist to me and that’s that”   Marcel simply nodded as he didn’t push the topic any further and walked with her as he opened the door with his key and went to his bedroom to pull out a shirt and sweatpants for her and changed into his usual basketball shorts   

“Thanks” she whispered as she stripped down in the bathroom and threw them on immediately taking in his scent and feeling an immense feel of comfort

  “You didn’t eat” he said softly “let me get you some cereal at least, you still like lucky charms and almond milk ?”   Maya gave a soft grin as she nodded “Yeah...yeah I do, you still remember”

“Of course I do,” Marcel chuckled. “I remember all your likes and dislikes, what shows you love and hate, the fact that you need to sleep on the side by the wall, how you only like your eggs scrambled but never over easy. I remember it all”

 She walked over and looked up at him as he caressed his cheek with her hand “You truly never forgot, you remember and you’re always there for me”

“I always will be, no matter what” he whispered as he touched her hand “As much as I’d like to kiss you, I think you should eat and get in bed, you look exhausted as can be. You need proper rest” Maya nodded as she sat at his table and ate the bowl he served in front of her. It softened her seeing Marcel care so much about her and something about this made her see him in a different light. He wasn’t the vain wrestler who was into himself, he was the man she fell in love with 3 years ago who taught everything there was to know about love.   “What’s going through your head ?” He asked finally “You can be honest with me, I know you still like him a lot judging by how you reacted tonight”  “Marcel...it’s not like that” she explained “It was a shock, that was it. It was just purely shock but just...I don’t wanna talk about it anymore okay ? Can we just stop it please ?”    “Absolutely” he nodded as he picked up her plate “Let’s get to bed”  She nodded and followed as she laid down and scooted close towards him, going beneath his arm as she snuggled up and looked up at him caressing his cheek with her hand    “Hi” he whispered as he gave a soft grin  Maya looked in his eyes and sat up as she cradled his face and kissed him deeply “That’s what I wanted to do all night”   “I-I…wow” Marcel whispered as he licked his lips “That was just, did-did you just kiss me, is this a dream ?”   Maya chuckled as she rolled her eyes “Wow, way to ruin a moment. I’m trying to be romantic over here and do something”   “I’m just shocked is all….you like me ? As in like me more than a friend ?”   “I do” she admits “I really do, these last 6 months you’ve been there for me in so many ways and you’ve made my life so much better. It’s been hard you know ?”   “I do,” Marcel whispered, “But this isn’t exactly how I pictured things working out at all, it’s not how I wanted things to be. I wanted something nice and calm and a bit more romantic” She laughed as she shook her head “Listen life isn’t a fairytale and as much as we’d like to be it’s best just to not expect much and go with the flow. I for one can admit tomorrow I’m probably gonna be hungover and emotional just letting you know ahead   “I’ll be here with you” He pet her cheek as he watched her finally drift to sleep “I’ll always be here with you..” ****  “Well well if it isn’t my favorite student” Eli grinned as he opened the door into the room at the performance center “You’re bright and early Thatch, love when my worst promo student shows up early to class” he laughed Tim rolled his eyes and sat down “Not today alright ? Just get on with the private class so I can go home already” “Not even a death stare or shove today ? Something really must have you down” He raised a brow as he grabbed a chair and sat in front of him “Tell me”    “You haven’t heard ?,” Tim asked surprised. “It’s literally everywhere by now, seriously go check your phone or ask your girlfriend Alli. She has to know” Eli furrowed his brow, taking out his phone and putting it on speaker as he dialed “Baby, hey ! Um have you heard anything about something going down at EVE nightclub in downtown Orlando last night ?”   “Oh my god, yes ! So remember Maya ? Maya Dawson ? The girl we met during one of your commercial shoots in LA and had dinner with a few weeks ago ?” Alli asked not even giving him a chance to answer “Well she apparently had a thing with that one loner dude Tim you work with for a hot minute but nothing serious from what I’ve heard, like not instagram official or anything. All she told me was that they made out a few times but nothing too much”  Eli nodded as he listened “Oh wow, I didn’t know that. Okay go on….” “So they broke up because she didn’t tell him she was engaged prior to that really cute German dude with the blue eyes who happens to be friends with Tim. Drama ensues, she tells me over brunch he never bothered to respond to anything she sent for 6 whole months and she’s back with Marcel on “friendly terms” well she got that Maxim cover and had a big party last night which we got invited but obviously couldn’t go and well...Tim shows up, gets drunk and fucks none other than Kara Smith in the bathroom of the club ! THE Kara Smith !” Alli exclaimed loudly shaking her head disgusted  “NO ! No fucking way ! Um baby, I gotta call you back !” Eli’s eyes widened as he hung up and looked at Tim “You didn’t…. tell me she’s just somehow dramatizing shit”   “How the hell does Alli know everything ?” Tim asked “This is weird, this is why I stay away from social media, this isn’t normal”   Eli scowled “Jesus christ, you fucked Kara Smith and got away with it. That woman has had it out for Maya for the last year, all because miss bleach blonde can’t stand Maya’s more popular, she’s like 33 having it out against a 25 year old. You literally slept with her worst enemy, how drunk were you ?”   “Don’t even remind me” he rubbed his face “I literally am the most hated man in this building, I walked in and immediately it looked like I was gonna get jumped”   “And here I thought I was the whore yet I’ve been in a loving relationship for over a year” Eli chuckled “I can’t believe you man, who does that ?”   Tim shook his head “I don’t even know how to fix this, or even talk to her” “Don’t” Eli answered “Let her be, this isn’t something women get over fast or ever actually, you’re gonna have to suffer man. And quite frankly you deserve it”   He sighed and got up “I’m going home, I don’t feel like being here and quite frankly I don’t wanna hear anymore about how I fucked up”   “Since everyone hates you but me just come to my place” he offered “Alli won’t care, plus I’m done here I was just waiting for you to show up”  Sure it may have been a pity offer but Tim took it with no hesitation “Alright, I’ll drive behind you” he nodded as they both left ****   Maya stirred as she fluttered her eyes open checking her phone for the time, groaning when she saw it was only 8 am , leaning her head back against Marcel's arm as she turned her head and caressed his cheek lightly with her finger tips. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips taking in all his features, his cheek bones, his soft skin, his chiseled jawline, his defined lips. Everything she loved about him standing out to her as she gulped and moved her hand onto his chest as she kissed him once again slightly deeper, looking into his deep blue eyes once they opened    “Maya ?” he whispered as he pet her cheek, slightly confused as she had kissed him. Confused she had initiated their physical contact rather than him like it had always been   “Hey” she whispered back “I want you….” Maya finally said “I want you now”  As soon as she said those words he leaned in and kissed her ,gently flipping them around so she was on her back as he laid above her and kissed down her neck listening to her loud moans. It had been years since they were together, years since they had last had any kind of physical contact like this.    Maya groaned as she felt his hand down her sweats at her core “t-take them off” Marcel did as told, watching her as he moved his fingers in circular motions, breathing deeply as she kissed along his jaw and removed his shirt. He took his time as he continued to kiss focusing on her breasts feeling her arch her back slightly   “I can’t, please...now” she whimpered “please”  “Are you sure ?” “Yes” she nodded “I’ve been been so sure of something before, yes” He kissed her deeply as he guided himself into her and thrusted in slowly, feeling her nails dig into his shoulder blades “Is it okay ?” “Perfect” she nodded as she hands caressed his face “So perfect, I...I had forgotten how good you feel, how this feels”  Marcel gave a soft grin as he kissed her once again and picked up the pace, holding one hip with his hand as he found a perfect rhythm not keeping his eyes off of hers  She cradled his face and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips arching her back off the mattress and into his body as far as she could feeling the need getting closer and closer  “I’m so close, so fucking close” “Fuck you feel so good” he moaned as he swallowed a deep gulp “Every part of you feels amazing, god I missed you so fucking much Maya, so much”  “Marcel...I can’t hold, I can’t” she whimpered as she felt his hot breath in the crook of her neck He pulled out slightly and pushed back in giving a few more hard thrusts as he picked up the pace and felt her walls clench against him   “Fuck….” she cried out as she came with him wrapping her arms around neck, riding out what was left of their orgasm with him  Marcel collapsed on top of her as he felt her chest rise up and down, her fingers gently playing with his hair

“You okay ?” she asked softly as she lazily kissed his forehead

“I’ve never ever been better” he lifted his chin and looked into her eyes “I haven’t felt like this in a long long time” “Neither have I” she admitted with a smile “Just like old times….”

Marcel blushed at the memories “You mean when we almost got caught by my brother at my mothers house ?”

“And just like that the romance is once again gone” Maya chuckled as she sat up and pulled the sheet up to cover herself 

Marcel laughed as he held her hand in his and kissed it “Now, don’t call me cheesy but….will you be my girlfriend...again ?” “After an orgasm like that ? Of course” she joked as she kissed “But honestly, yes. I would love to”

He let out a sigh of relief as he kissed her back “Things are gonna be good, I promise you that”  

 “No promises” she whispered against his lips “Let’s take it day by day, no pressures no nothing. Just us being together”. She cuddled up against his chest, listening to his heart beat as she dozed back to sleep in his hold ***** “Tim, this is my girlfriend Alli” Eli grinned as he introduced them “Baby, this is Tim”

“I’m loner dude Tim” he said as he offered his hand with a small grin, retracting it when he received a stare back

 “You’ll have to excuse her…women sticking together and that whole thing” he whispered lowly as he sat with him    “May I offer you something to drink as dinner gets closer to being ready ?” Alli asked “Water, Coffee, tea, soda...a condom” she muttered under her breath   “Alli...” Eli looked up at her “Come on, the guy knows he messed up let’s let him not feel like crap for a bit”   “I wanna hear it all, all of it. Not one detail left behind” she scowled as she set the table “Come eat” Tim sighed as he got up and sat and told them everything, everything from how to they had met to their first fight, to finding out the truth and to the previous night  

“So here I am now, hated by 95% of people at the performance center and with a brand new reputation now so yeah life’s great” Eli turned to Alli who had the same expression he had as they both looked at Tim, Alli being the first to speak as she sipped her wine and let out a deep breath “Tim, do you realize you’re in love ?”   “Yeah” he answered quietly, putting his fork down “I do, I realized it last night when I felt myself get angry when I saw her with Marcel enjoying herself. I wasn’t angry because I was jealous or felt possessive, I was angry because she wasn’t with me” Tim admits “because she wasn’t by my side enjoying herself with me and because in that moment it hit me that I majorly messed up. That I was an idiot who let 6 months go by all because I had to be right, I had the need to be in the right when I was in the wrong” “Deep shit” Eli nodded sighing “I just, I just really think you gotta let things cool down for a bit but also send her a text, do what she did to you all those months ago but in your case don’t stop. Do it till you get some kind of response back”  “Or maybe not” Alli said softly as she looked at her phone and showed Eli “Oh…” Tim looked up “what ? what happened ?”,  he looked as Alii gave Eli a nod and moved his eyes towards her phone. A soft breath escaping his lips as he stared at the image in front of him, a picture of Marcel and Maya’s hands intertwined via his IG account  marcel.barthel.wwe “Matching and hand holding with my favorite girl❤️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨”

“Back together I see” Tim nodded “Well that’s perfectly fine, it’s their right” “I’m gonna um load the dish washer” Alli grinned as she got up quickly and left to the kitchen, Eli following shortly behind her   “Be right back man” he coughed leaving his phone behind on the table Tim looked around as he picked up the phone and unlocked it easily with Eli’s birthday, sure it was wrong as hell but curiosity had gotten the best of him. He quickly went to the instagram app and looked up Marcel’s profile, shaking his head when he saw everyone comment @candicelerae omg love birds ! I can’t handle the cuteness, double date soon please 😍 @thejohnnygargano what she said👆🏻, also u 2 make me wanna puke (in a good way) @indihartwell my other mom and dad, so cute 💕 @fabian.aichnerwwe so I take it you’re gonna take his gym pics now ? @wwestardestroyer I swear if you guys don’t get a damn room already 🤮🤮🤮 “Jerks” Tim muttered as he put the phone down and crossed his arms. Perhaps this was the end of good things for him, or maybe just this once he’d get out of his own shell and go for it. 

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Dude, We're Getting The Band FamILY Back Together!

(I have been awake for 15 hours. I've been working on this since 6 P.M.. It is 5 A.M.. I am developing a migraine. I do not regret it. If there's any mistakes, let me know, and I'll look over it and edit. Also, if somebody could tell me how to do the cut-drop-thingy that writers on Tumblr use, that would make my life a whole heck of a lot easier. Oh look, the Sun's rising. Also, debating whether or not if I should make this into an au or keep it as a oneshot, so some feedback on that would be nice. But for now? I'm gonna eat, hydrate, and sleep, because god knows I don't do any of that stuff enough. Good day)

(Inspired by Dude, We're Getting The Band Back Together from Phineas and Ferb)

(If something like this has been done before, I'm so so so sorry)

Thomas was brainstorming with Joan in his backyard about what to do today when they decided to take the discussion into the kitchen where it was cooler.

When they entered, they saw Thomas's dad sitting at the table, looking down at a slip of paper with tears in his eyes.

"Dad?" Thomas asked, moving closer to the man at the table. Joan stayed where they were because, even though they were close to Mr. Sanders, they felt it would be better for his real child to bring this up.

He looked up at Thomas in surprise.

"Kids," he smiled, quickly wiping the tears. "What's up? Need more blueprint paper?"

"Dad, what's wrong?" Thomas asked, pulling out a chair and sitting next to him, Joan deciding to sit at the table as well while Mr. Sanders answered.

He looked down at the paper and sighed.

"It... It would've been our anniversary today."

Thomas tilted his head. Anniversary? For what?

"What do you mean?" Thomas's dad looked up at him and bit his lip. He looked to be deciding something before taking a deep breath.

"Do... Do you wanna know about your dads?" Thomas's eyes widened in shock.

"Yeah, oookay," Joan said, and when Virgil looked over, he saw Joan in more shock than Thomas seemed to be in. "This really seems like a convo I shouldn't be apart of."

Virgil laughed before looking at Thomas again. Thomas just inhaled before nodding.

"Yeah. I do want to know about him."

"Them," Thomas's dad corrected, looking back at the photo fondly. "Dads plural."

"Wait, what?" Joan asked, looking really confused.

"Mhmm," Virgil hummed with a smile, tears coming back into his eyes. "I met them in college, because we all loved music so much. It was so long ago that I still had to wear my binder."

Virgil beckoned both of them closer and they swarmed around Virgil as he showed them the photo. They easily recognized the one holding the camera as a younger version of Thomas's dad with a black, plaid hoodie that was way too big on him. Then, there were three other guys. One looked like he deserved to be the center of attention, with swoopy hair, charming green eyes and a prince-like costume. Then, there was one who's smile outshined the sun, with curly hair and freckles and too big glasses, with a cyan polo, a gray cardigan wrapped around his shoulders, and khaki shorts. And finally, one who looked to be the embodiment of the calm after a storm with a small smile, he wore rectangular glasses, a black polo, a light blue tie, and blue jeans.

"This one," he said, pointing to the one in a prince costume. "Is Roman. He was as extravagant and dramatic as he looks."

Thomas laughed, tears in his eyes from getting to know about his dad. No, his dads.

"And this one," he pointed at the one with a cardigan. "Is Patton. I always called him Pattycake though. He was so, so friendly and warm, like you Thomas."

"Really?" Thomas said, looking at Patton.

"Yep. And last but certainly not least," Virgil pointed at the sophisticated looking man. "Logan. He was so smart and calm and amazing. All of them were. And you remind me so much of all of them in different ways."

"Wow," Thomas breathed, and even Joan looked in awe. "Why was Roman dressed like that?"

Virgil laughed, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Because of our love of music, we started a band that we called 'LAMP', for reasons I still do not know. We all had one outfit for the band to represent who we were, and Roman chose that, because 'he was so princely'," Virgil laughed, and the kids started chuckling. "I played piano, Logan played drums, Patton played guitar, and Roman played bass. And soon after, we... fell in love with each other."

Joan made gagging noises as a joke, and Virgil laughed harder.

"A couple years went, and everything was great, but then..." Virgil paused, his inhales becoming shaky. "Logan and Roman started to always fight, and Patton tried so, so hard to break it up and get things back to how they were. And I- I-"

Virgil sobbed slightly, and pulled his patchwork hoodie closer to himself.

"I did nothing. I was and always will be a coward. But, eventually, we all decided it would be better if we- if we never saw each other again. A month after, I found out I was pregnant with you. I didn't want them to know, so I didn't drag them down because I'd be a burden. I never even tried to figure out which one was your 'real' father. I didn't think I could handle it. Oh, what I wouldn't give to perform with them and see them happy one last time."

Thomas hugged his dad so tight. And slowly, a thought- a plan, formed in his head. He smiled, turning it over and confirming, yes, this is what he wanted to do today.

"Hey dad?" Thomas asked, letting go of him to see Virgil drying his tears and putting the picture on the table. "Do you have... Any more pictures of them? That I could see?"

Virgil nodded with a smile, standing up and going into the living room before going upstairs.

"Dude," when Joan looked at him, he smiled determinedly. "I know what we should do today."

"Thommy, no offence, but I was thinking something more exciting than looking through photos," Joan said, slinging an arm around Thomas. Thomas laughed.

"No! We should get the band back together! At least for today!" Joan looked ecstatic as they nodded, pulling Thomas up the stairs and past his dad, taking the photo album without breaking their stride. Virgil laughed and told them to have fun as they made their way to the study.

Thomas sat down at the computer in the study, clicking keys as Joan looked over his shoulder, flipping through the album. Eventually, Thomas found his way to a video, which he clicked on. He didn't really pay attention until the part he needed.

"Bass player Roman Royal now runs a trendy hair salon, drummer Logic now quietly works at the public library, only lead singer and guitarist Patton is working in the music industry, and nobody knows where the pianist, Anxiety, has gone."

"Wait, rewind to Patton's part," Joan said, stopping their browsing through photos. Thomas did as they said and paused when told to. "I know that sign! It's down on main street!"

"We'll get him first, and then dad will be happy!" Thomas said excitedly. He looked at Joan and held his hand out. "Ready team?"

"So ready that I'm dead... Y," Joan finished off awkwardly, joining their hand with Thomas's.

"First, we need to spread the news and keep dad oblivious," Thomas smirked. "And I know just the guy."

---

Soon enough, the doorbell rung and Thomas opened it to a sixteen year old typing rapidly on his phone.

"Hey babes," Remy said, stepping inside and sipping on his Starbucks.

"I need you to--"

"Spread word about LAMP's reunion and keep your dad as blind as a bat? On it."

"Thanks Rem," he said, hugging the teens legs before grabbing Joan and running out the front door.

---

"Patton's Music Shop. This looks like the place," Thomas chuckled nervously as he looked at the sign. "Joan. I don't think I'm 100% ready to meet my dads."

"You'll do fine buckaroo," Joan patted his shoulder and dragged him into the music shop, where a customer was yelling at a man that Thomas recognized as Patton. One of his dads. Dear lord he wasn't ready to do this.

"I want a country guitar!" The customer yelled, and Patton looked pleading.

"I'm sorry Mx., but all I have are rock'n'roll guitars!"

"Whatever," the stranger said stomping out of the store, almost running over the two kids.

"They'll be back," Patton mumbled to himself, straightening his baby blue polo.

"Uhh," Thomas said, and Patton looked over at the two kids, and it took everything in Thomas to not faint from nervousness. "You're- you're Patton from LAMP, right?"

Patton smiled brightly and oh my goodness Thomas was not gonna make it through the conversation.

"Yeppers! Always a pleasure to see fans in public! Though," Patton said, looking confused. "You do look a bit young to be a fan of LAMP."

"I am, but my- my dad isn't. He- uh- loves, you guys."

"Really?" Patton said excitedly before he tilted his head. "You do look strangely familiar. What's your dad's name? Maybe I know him."

"Uh- well- you see--"

"Thomas," Joan said next to him, and he looked at them. "Breath."

Thomas nodded and breathed for a bit before looking at Patton.

"My dad is Virgil. Virgil Sanders." Patton froze and his eyes widened before kneeling down next to Thomas in excitement.

"You're Virgil's kid?! You're as cute as he was when I last saw him!" Patton suddenly deflated, looking at the floor. "Does that mean he's moved on?"

"Er- no." Patton looked up with curiosity. "You see, I'm actually one of your guy's- we don't know who's. As far as I know, he hasn't dated anyone since I was born."

Patton looked overjoyed again in a moment.

"Why are you here little one?" He asked, standing up.

"Uh, me and Joan- I'm Thomas, by the way- are getting LAMP back together." Patton squealed excitedly, bouncing up and down.

"REALLY?! Did Logan and Roman agree to this? Did your father agree to this?" Patton immediately worried, biting his lip.

"You're the first one we've come to," Joan admitted, and Patton looked at them. "We're trying to surprise Mr. Sanders and figured you'd be the easiest to convince. We will convince Mr. Royal and Logic to do this. Watch. Us."

"That sounds reassuring! I'm in."

"Okay, we'll text you where to go and when if we may kindly have your number?" Thomas asked, holding out his phone.

---

Remy called Thomas and Joan when they were outside of Roman's Hair Emporium.

"Hey babes. How's it goin'?"

"We got Patton," Thomas said happily, but also nervously because dear goodness he was going to have to talk to two more dads. "We're outside of Roman's Hair Emporium to talk to Roman, and in case that doesn't work, Joan's got a back up plan."

Thomas looked at Joan as they wore a medieval helmet, carrying a morningstar over their shoulder and holding a net in the other hand.

"How's it going with you?"

"Nearly everyone in town knows and your dad is still clueless. Well, I better get back to things over here. Good luck babes!"

"Thanks Rem," Thomas hung up and stared at the relatively imposing doors before he and Joan pushed them open and entered.

"Do you have an appointment?" The lady behind the desk said bored.

"No," Thomas said, pulling up a printed out poster of LAMP that Patton gave them and pointed at Roman. "We're looking for Roman. You know, the bass player of LAMP?"

Out of nowhere a pink and very sharp comb sliced through the air and impaled the poster, pinning it to the wall. Everyone but the kids gasped and looked at a man at the back of the salon that was undoubtably Roman Royal in casual clothes, and he was glaring at the poster in disdain.

He walked over to the kids, before kneeling down to get a closer look at them.

"Valerie, who are these little people?"

"I don't know sir," the lady behind the desk replied, pushing her hair behind her ear.

"You're a mess," he said looking at Thomas, making his heart sting a little bit before he looked to Joan. "And you, Fuedal Europe is so last month."

"We're trying to get LAMP back together," Thomas said, taking his (very little) courage and straightening his back. Roman huffed and stood up.

"Oh for goodness sake, talk to the hand."

"You see," Thomas said, starting to glare a bit. "My dad would've never had me if it wasn't for your band, and he's having a really rough day--"

"B to the O-R-I-N-G," Roman said, inspecting his nails with a bored look. Thomas didn't need to look over to see Joan raising their weapon menacingly with a hateful look. Thomas raised a hand in Joan's direction.

"Not yet, Joan. I got this."

"Okay."

"Well excuuuuse me, Mr. Royal," Thomas said, cutting off whatever it was Roman was about to say. "But if Virgil Sanders is having a rough day, I will do everything in my darn power to make it better, and if it takes getting the band back together for a night, I will do it Mr. Royal."

"Virgil?" Roman said in shock, looking at him. "You're- you're Virgil's son?"

"Yes. And I am Patton's son, and I am Logan's son, and I am your son." Thomas glared, getting on his tippy toes in an attempt to look Roman in the face. "So, we will get this forsaken band back together for tonight, and you'll never have to be associated with it ever again. Just to make dad happy. Please."

Roman looked down at him for a moment before ruffling his hair with a smile.

"You have your dad's fire, that's for sure."

---

Now Thomas and Joan were standing outside of the public library, and Thomas had his phone pressed to his ear.

"Hello? Talyn?" He said into the phone.

"Hey Thomas! What's up?" Talyn's slightly squeaky voice came through the phone, and Thomas smiled proudly.

"Guess what band's getting back together?"

"LAMP?" Thomas jumped in surprise and his expression turned to one of confusion.

"Uh, yeah. How'd you know?"

"It was the lead story on the five o'clock news," Talyn explained. "Let me guess, you guys need a stage, right?"

"Yeah! Can you help us out?"

"Already on it," Talyn said happily before moving away from the phone. "PRIDE SCOUTS, YOU BETTER HURRY YOUR PRETTY BUTTS! WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!"

Thomas hung up and they entered the library.

"Who would've thought a drummer from a rock'n'roll band would end up in a place so quiet?" Joan whispered to him. He nodded in agreement as they made their way through. They both inhaled as they saw him at the librarians desk, stamping books before putting them on a cart. Logan.

The only thing that changed from the photo Virgil had shown them was the tie, which was replaced with a darker blue one with stripes.

They walked up to him, and he looked up at them while still doing his job.

"May I help you?"

Thomas pulled out the poster from before and showed it to Logan, pointing at his picture.

"You're Logic, ex-drummer of the band LAMP, right?" Logan lightly smiled, still stamping books.

"That, children, is a past life," Logan said, pointing to his nametag. "My name is Logan. Why do you ask?"

"Because they're reforming for one night only!" Logan's smile disappeared and he raised an eyebrow. "My dad is down in the dumps and I know the only way to make him happy is for him to see you guys again!"

"Well kids," he said looking back down at the books. "As charming as that sounds, I'm afraid the other members might not be too... Pleased, to see me."

"Are you kidding me?" Thomas asked, and he leaned on the desk, making Logan look at him. "Patton seemed pretty excited at seeing you all again, and Roman said he wished to make amends for his old ways!"

Logan looked up and stopped stamping books, looking at him in surprise.

"Really...?"

"Yeah!" Thomas said, smiling brightly. Logan smiled before he looked back down, resuming his work with a frown.

"How are you going to get Anxiety to agree to this? Not even the media knows where he is."

"About that," Thomas said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. Logan looked at him curious. "My dad- the one I'm doing all of this for? Uh- he's Virgil Sanders."

Logan stopped stamping books again in shock, and he tilted his head slightly.

"Your dad is Virgil?"

"Yep. Also I'm Patton's, Roman's, and your son," Thomas explained, and Logan inhaled sharply.

"Why didn't I know I have a son?" Thomas frowned and backed away from the desk, and Joan stepped in.

"Mr. Sanders has an awful habit of thinking himself as a burden. It even bums me out!"

Logan smiled softly, tears gathering in his eyes.

"He always did have self-esteem issues."

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"Thank you Logan for driving us here," Thomas said, exiting the car and pulling him and Joan through the Pride Scout's construction.

"Your welcome," he said as he was pulled into the garage where they saw Patton and Roman hugging.

"Guess who I brought!" Thomas said, closing the door. Both Patton and Roman looked over and there was tears streaming down both of their faces. They immediately perked up and literally threw themselves onto Logan, making him yelp.

"LOGAN! I'M SO SO SO SORRY AND I'M TERRIBLE AND I DON'T EVER EXPECT YOU TO FORGIVE ME AND I'M SORRYYYYY," Roman sobbed, clinging onto Logan and Logan awkwardly patting him, tears falling down his own face.

"Roman, it's okay." Roman sniffled and looked up at him.

"R-Really?"

"Yes you dork," Logan snorted, holding both of them tight.

"Thommy, my man," Joan said, slinging their arm around Thomas, and unbeknownst to them, the grown men were now looking at them. "Your dads become any more sappy, and I might have to leave."

Thomas laughed and pulled his friend into a hug, twirling them around a bit.

"Oh, but Sappy Express hasn't arrived yet!"

"Sappy Express?" Patton asked, and when the kids looked at them, they were still hugging each other but were looking at them with fond expressions.

"Thomas?" A muffled voice called from the house and Thomas panicked, hearing the steps coming toward the garage. He (carefully) pushed Joan off and ran to the door, opening it enough to see his dad looking worried.

"HeY DAd!" He said in a panic, and Virgil looked even more concerned.

"Are you okay? I thought I heard someone yelling." Thomas silently cursed Roman before smiling widely at Virgil.

"Yelling? Here? In this house? What? That's crazy!" Virgil frowned, crossing his arms and giving Thomas the knowing look.

"I know when you're lying Thomas. So, care to tell me what you're lying about?" Virgil said, furrowing his brows as Thomas laughed nervously.

"Okay, I know you hate surprises, but hear me out on this one!" Virgil uncrossed his arms as Thomas suddenly opened the door all the way. Virgil froze at the sight of his former bandmates, them smiling softly at Virgil with more tears than before. "Surprise?"

Virgil stood there, blinking at them for a moment before turning away.

"I forgot to take my meds this morning. That makes sense. I'll take my meds and I'll be as close to sane as a Virgil Sanders can get," he said loudly, starting to walk away but someone grabbed his wrist before he could get too far. Virgil looked over to see Patton. Patton smiling. Holding him. And he could feel it. And oh god now he was crying.

"P-Patton?"

"Hey Starlight," Patton whispered, smiling so, so kindly at him. And Virgil just barreled into him and hugged him and soon he felt another two pairs of arms wrap around him and when he looked up he cried harder at seeing Logan and Roman. They were all there. All hugging. Oh god.

"Wait wait wait," Virgil said, backing away from them, which made them frown a bit. He looked at Thomas and Joan and did a sob-ish laugh. "Get in here kids. Even you Joan. You're getting on Sappy Express whether you like it or not."

"Ohhh, Sappy Express! I get it now!"

Thomas and Joan ran into Virgil's arms and Virgil beckoned his... His friends? Over as well. They all hugged as a famILY for who knows how long before something in the garage slammed open and they all looked as Talyn came tumbling into the room.

"Alright b*tches--"

"TALYN. What did I say about cussing?" Virgil frowned, and the other three adults looked between them confused, as Virgil used to cuss all the time. Talyn sighed.

"I can cuss all I want, as long as I don't do it on your property..."

"That's right. No cussing in me ma's house," Virgil said seriously, and the other three laughed and held on to Virgil tighter somehow.

"Anyways, ladies and Mr. Sanders, time to go on! There's a whole crowd waiting!"

"What?" Virgil asked before looking at Thomas, who was trying to sneak away with Joan. "Thomas Sanders, Joan Stokes."

They both turned around looking worried.

"Heeeeeeey dad," they both said simultaneously, Joan even calling Virgil dad (they did it a lot).

"What is Talyn talking about?"

"Your kid--"

"Our kid," Virgil corrected with a glare, and Roman continued with a smile.

"Our kid decided to get the band back together for one night for a concert. Marvelous idea if I do say so myself!"

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Virgil shouted in a panic, looking at Thomas. "Oh no. Oh no no no no, this can't be good."

"Virgil."

"Oh dear we haven't done this in so long! What if something goes wrong while we're up there?!"

"Virge."

"Anything could happen! ANYTHING!"

"Starlight."

"What if something catches on fire?! WHAT IF A METEOR COMES--"

"DAD!"

Virgil looked at Thomas, hyperventilating. Thomas smiled.

"You'll be fine dad."

Virgil calmed down his breathing and smiled shakily at his son.

"Okay. Okay," he said, turning to his bandmates-for-the-night and nodded. "Okay! Let's do this."

Someday, there would be dates. And they would move into one house, and there would be a wedding. There would be movie nights, laughter, and warmth on cold days. There would also be arguments, tears, panic attacks, and things that would tear them apart. But they always mended before things could get too out hand (partially out of fear of another child being born and Virgil being too scared to tell them (it actually almost happened once. They all love Emile with their hearts)). They always came back together.

But right now? Right now, they had a crowd waiting for them.

[getinthefuckingjaeger]

i beg of you, please feed us your favorite wangxian/untamed headcanons. please.

Oh my god my first untamed anon.

My favourite wangxian/untamed hc straddles the fine line of canon au, post canon au, and the infamous Everyone Lives/Some People Who Deserves It Die au.

Listen in a perfect timeline JZX and JYL lives and JZX is roped into the Cloud Recesses One Braincell Trio as an honorary member and the guy who pays bail money and that's how WWX and JC bonded with their future bother in law and no its not a typo and yes this also sets the pace of what it means to marry a Yunmeng Jiang core member.

In this perfect world JYL teams up with LXC to intervene with their respective baby brothers ala How I Met Your Mother because they cant stand another minute of these precious prodigious airheads fumble around with all these misunderstandings and gross error in judgement and LXC simply does not have the time to deal with intersect incidents that involves LZ not saying things and WWX misinterpret the Not Saying Things and JC being offended on behalf of WWX as a matter of principle also in JC's words "Fuck that guy honestly" (he never got over the whole Some Dude Is Taking All My Brother's Attention From Me And Now Shijie's Married Too I Hate It Here thing) He can't. Especially not when JZX takes it as a personal duty to defend WWX with grim determination in honour of his Goddess JYL and wow turns out if you hang out with the One Braincell Trio long enough you lose your braincells too.

Anyway.

Because JYL is a master multitasker and the real tactical genius who was never given the chance in this house, her day planner is neatly divided into Getting Wangxian Together (With Babies? Tbc), Murder Kitten JGY Rehabilitation, JGS Forced Retirement, JC + WQ = Avoid War? (kiv), Jin Ling's Baby Shower, and if she has spare time- LXC+NMJ Best Friends to Husbands Kick-Start Programme.

Ofc she succeeds in all and got a nephew out of it plus the honour of planning 2 weddings in a row and also a slightly less diabolical brother in law plus her mother in law now have Jin Zixun in a vice grip too so that's always nice. On the Wangxian front:

WWX married into the Lan sect (with only yelling and minor property damage when LZ asked JC in capacity as WWX's sect leader and brother for permission to marry him and take him off Yunmeng of course they don't know that JC sulked for hours at LXC because why the hell can't LZ marry into Yunmeng instead huh why do you get to keep your brother what makes you so special Xichen-ge) and wears lovely lovely fashionable clothes commissioned by his very very besotted husband (thanks, @stiltonbasket you got me into this now);

is a permanent member of the teaching staff with his night hunting slots the equivalent of that One Good Uni class that every student fist fights for (Lan disciples are above fist fighting, petty arguments, and favour brokering for slots and that remains to be true unless they get caught doing it which they don't. Ever. Jingyi hasn't missed a single hunt since he was old enough to join);

raises his son Lan Yuan Lan Sizhui as (ironically) the Strict Parent to LZ's Pushover Parent and sometimes he gets his nephew Jin Ling for weeks and with him comes Zizhen too plus Jingyi is always around anyway and oh wow is this how LQ feels when WWX is on his usual bs haha wtf wtf;

strikes a tentative truce with LQ that peaks at every Cultivation Conference as they join forces to Roast ™️ Sect Leader Yao; and

then make regular trips to Lotus Pier where his fav Ace married couple have made Yungmeng Jiang the center of medical innovation and also they host cultivation summer school or something because why not man CR can take the older disciples so Yunmeng can take the kiddies its perfect okay

This is my timeline I live here now.

[moondustis]

sparkling (m)

taeyong + reader / one night stand, oral (f receiving), teasing, you know all that jazz!! as requested here 

If there’s something you believe in, is that a night can never end well when it starts with a shot of vodka. 

So yeah, you down that shot of vodka your friend offers you and then another one just for good measure. Because it’s a friday, you deserve a little fun, right? Right. 

There’s also a lot more details that could add to the possibilities of everything going to shit. For one, the party you’re at is absolutely trashed, wit freshmen already spilling their drinks on the floor as some annoying EDM song blasts loud enough that you’re not very sure the thin windows of Johnny’s house can handle. 

You’re also wearing a dress too short, for slutty purposes as your friend had clearly said, because she had hopes. High hopes that you were finally getting laid tonight after a dry spell that was lasting way too long for anyone that had to share a living space with you and your crankiness for more than an hour. 

And the cherry on top, is the fact that you’re ovulating, the very stage of your cycle that leaves you feeling gross and needy and desperate and wow, maybe you could cry right now if someone didn’t put their dick inside of you. That someone being Lee Taeyong, who at some point in the night had found his way next to you in the old couch. 

Taeyong was a cute guy, a puppy as they would call him for his good manners and soft personality. You had talked to him before in the lectures you shared and the conversation was always pleasant enough. That, added to the high praises of him you had heard on campus only made it even better that he looked like he did. 

It’s was good act, you’ll give him that. He smiles at you, makes you laugh and is just very far from every other dude you had ever chatted with during a frat party. It’s endearing, really, even more when his hand starts to wander, fingers barely ghosting your skin as he keeps his gaze glued to your face. 

In your drunken haze, you smile when he rests his palm on your naked thigh, squeezing just slightly to test your interest. And you’re crazy, absolutely out of your mind because you show it by parting your legs just a little, just to tease, the smile never leaving your face as he mimics it with a blush to his cheeks. 

“Thought you had the whole good boy act going on?” You whisper when his hand starts to wander just a bit too much. 

He doesn’t have the decency to move his hand away. “I can show you how good I can be.” 

And god forgive you for being such a stupid horny girl that just falls for that line, taking Taeyong’s wandering hand in yours and dragging him to the closest place you can find, which happens to be Johnny’s very own bedroom. How nice and polite of you. 

There’s not much beating around the bush. Taeyong pushes you into the bed, hovering over you and finally kisses you after those torturing hours of tension. 

He kisses with hunger, hands on your neck and tongue sliding against yours in movements that are not shy from being desperate. And you love it, enough to have your mind swimming with the need to have him touch you anywhere that will make you feel good. 

When you grip at his hair a little too harshly, he lets out a moan that goes straight to the bubble of arousal on the pit of your stomach. He’s a sight, with puffy lips and hair a mess as he drops to his knees in front of you, something you weren’t exactly expecting but will definitely not complain about. 

He looks up at you, hands moving to rest at your thighs and oh, so gently parting them so he can fit in between. “Can I?” You almost die at the cute voice he asks for your consent in. 

You nod, head spinning a little when you move to help him get yours panties off, the offending cotton fabric being thrown somewhere inside poor Johnny’s bedroom.

A couple of things happen afterwards. Taeyong parts your legs further, placing a misplaced kiss on your inner thigh. Then he goes for it with a tentative lick, as if testing the waters and just slightly as if he’s a little unsure of himself. You blink slowly in expectation. 

“How do you like it?” The question makes you confused until you realize that he’s teasing you, a grin splattered across his face when you groan and try to move your hips but he keeps a grip on your legs. 

“Asshole.” You mutter in what sounds more like a whine. “You said you would show me. I’m starting to think you’re all act.”

Which is a complete lie, because you’re already shivering in your skin and he knows that by the raise of his eyebrow in defiance. But still, your words spark something and he finally goes for it. 

The first press of his tongue flat against you has your hands moving to grip at the bed sheets. He works in a pace that clearly shows that he knows what he’s doing, swirling his tongue a little to tease and then licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit to gather the wetness there. 

He kisses your cunt the exact same way he did your lips, messily and desperate with the squelchy noises filling the room and setting your cheeks in red embarrassment. You don’t even need the fingers he adds, slowly and then marching the pace of his sucks. 

It’s a very quick orgasm, in the sense that it doesn’t take you half the time you thought it would to happen. He does a little thing with his tongue, flicking your clit and you’re crying out with your body arching from the bed as he continues to eat you out as your body trembles. 

“Was I good?” He asks, words muffled because he’s still pressed against your bare center. He’s grinning, you can see it as well as the wetness that drips on his chin. 

“Shut up or I won’t suck you off.” Is the broken threat you make in the middle of catching your breath.  

[viktor-noctis]

The Two Faces of Dr. Jekyll McSh*tFace

This is my review for the film: The Two Faces of Dr. Jekyll McShitFace.

Enjoy.

Tagging @christopherleefan because I think you might enjoy this? Also, I wrote a fic for Taste of Fear (or Scream of Fear for us Americans), and you can expect one for this film as well.

Pre-face: Okay, okay……………………………… Let me compose myself.

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Alright, hit the play button.

London 1874 – I paused just to be sure this was the actual date when the book was written.

It was originally published in 1886.

We’re off to a roaring start.

Ew. Children.

Playing in a garden, yep, this is about what I remember.

Little boy shoves girl’s flowers to the ground, and McShitFace talks about “dumb human animals” when referring to children. We agree on that, at least.

“Play out when they cannot speak out.” Jekyll McShitFace suggests they’ve mentally blocked the ability to speak, due to the fact that they are letting another part of them be free to express itself…. What a load of garbage.

You resigned? Here I thought they fired you for being a creep. The fact that Ernst believes he really is a genius makes me want to punch something.

They’ve been married for six years??

No servants, no friends, and Jekyll has cut all professional ties to study the mind… Like a madman. Yeah, I can see Kitty hating this.

Beyond Good and Evil? Beyond the reach of society?

“A very dangerous man, my friend.” No shit, Ernst. Jekyll is suggesting the ‘higher man’ is the one within, while Ernst suggests that the weaker man maybe the ‘evil’ one. Or what we deem ‘evil’. Jekyll, like some, has come to some crackpot conclusion that by drawing out the ‘evil’ man, the ‘weaker’ man within him, that he can isolate and destroy him… Or something to that effect.

Jekyll never answers Ernst when he asks if he’s used it on anything other than a monkey and I find that telling.

Paul is here. Ernst is leaving.

Jekyll is quite charitable to Paul, if nothing else, and Kitty is putting up a marvelous front. Kitty even tries to get him to spend time with her here, but I have a feeling she knows where this is going. She’s probably done this a million times. This is another for the till.

I can tell Kitty is tired of this. Jekyll spends night and day in the lab. All the time. Yeah, that’d wear on most women. Considering the time period, this is all very strange. Then again, this is a ‘Strange Case’, or it was supposed to be.

Kitty telling him about Jekyll shouting to himself in his room, along with a strange voice that wasn’t his own, for an entire night… “Married to a man of great talent.” Ernst, my dude…

Kitty’s asking if he is insane enough to be sent away. Ernst says he isn’t: “we must both try to help him.” Right.

Christopher Lee! Damnit, he’s so tall. How tall is this actress?

They’re so cute. Terrible, but cute.

The top of her head reaches his nose or so. He’s a damn good kisser…

Kitty looks lovely in blue.

And is an extrovert.

Jekyll is an introvert.

Still hate him.

Don’t bash the girl for liking to go out. Or ask her to: “take the evening off”.

“I need you tonight, Kitty. Stay.” That’s not creepy. After years of being ignored, that’s not creepy in the slightest.

Okay, this might be just me, but… I see Kitty’s perspective. I sort of see Jekyll’s? It’s a grey area. I’ve paused it to explain my reasoning –

Kitty, is an extrovert, as I’ve stated. She gets her energy from going out, being around people, and having a good time. That’s great. Good for her, you have fun girl, and take your boytoy (he really is, as often as he gets in money trouble) with you. Jekyll is decidedly not. To say they are incompatible would be an understatement.

Kitty is the type of woman who glows under attention, who craves it from both her partner and others. But mostly, her partner. Enter Paul, who’s proven to be attached to her mostly through money, but there’s so much more there. Again, I love these two, because they’re so terribly flawed, but so clearly in love.

Jekyll, meanwhile, cut all attachment to “live like a hermit in the center of London”. Ernst’s words straight from the beginning of the film. I bet you Kitty was stifled, for years, before Paul came along. Now, not much is revealed of the how Jekyll became friends with him, when he did, or even why he did, but I want to bet it was during University or something. That seems the most likely theory, given Jekyll’s nature.

The Jekyll side is a bit more convoluted. Again, I don’t think Kitty is being unfair here. There’s no telling how long she stayed lonely, cooped up in that house (reference back to when Ernst talked about no friends, no company, and no servants), and was just… bored, sad, and upset.

Ernst even mentioned the house being ‘in ruins’.

She calls him selfish for making it such an issue. I get the feeling he sort of deserves it. Also, she’s in love with Paul now, so that adds another layer to their relationship not working and being incredibly strained.

“I’m not going to insult my friends for the sake of your whims.” Is what her argument amounted to. Again, the movie is making her sound like the selfish one, but you really have to take into account the history, nature, and aspects of each character. In doing so, I don’t really think she is. I think she’s in love with another man, bound to a farce of a marriage, and is doing the best she can by not staying near her creepy husband.

And yep, human experimentation time.

Yeah, go ahead McShitFace, sit at your desk and wait to become The Literal Worst.

Party time. I’m shuddering. Too. Many. People. Ew.

They’re both terrible.

I love them.

Awful.

Paul complains of being bored, and yet she is bored doing the things he likes. They jab and jibe. He looks at another woman. They jab and jibe some more.

They’re bickering like they’re already married.

Get a room.

Terminate their relationship?

They bring up their attachment, again, always with the money. Kitty likes a man free of shame, Paul thinks he might lose her to a man who had even less. Hahahaha. You nerds. You’re in too deep and you both know it.

The Literal Worst has arrived. And he’s uglier than ever.

The Sphinx? That’s the name of this trash heap ballroom?

Hyde looks like a Tool. Barely two minutes on screen and he’s got the Creep Smirk going.

Hoes do not stand together, I see.

Paul and Kitty smiling at each other, having a grand old time. I love them.

Hyde showing his true colors already, by eyeing up Kitty, while dancing with another girl (though I’m pretty sure she’s a prostitute. Or just a woman who gets around, living off other men’s money). Wow, he also says some not-so-nice things to her before heading after Paul and Kitty, who’s having a hell of a time. Paul can also be a jackass –

“Don’t drink too much tonight, my darling.” She says it with such tenderness, while taking the glass from his hand.

“Cunning little kitty cat. Rather a dull husband than a drunken lover, eh?” Paul’s already slurring. He’s entered cad mode. Feel free to kick him to the curve, my dear. He deserves to nurse his hangover by himself.

She just looks disappointed.

Kitty’s creep alert is going off. Listen to it, honey. Run. Run, far away.

She’s trying to take Paul home.

Then going to dance with Hyde. Fuck. Kitty, listen to your Creep Radar.

Friendship with Kitty? Honey. No. Run. “Can I trust you?”

?? Kitty. No. Do not trust the creep.

Prostitute girl is back, claiming Hyde tried to force her, and some dude wants recompense. Kitty just wants to go home. Paul refuses to leave, to help Hyde.

Has common sense become a commodity that only Kitty is buying??

“Give the lady a few sovereigns, and there’ll be no trouble.” Yeah, sounds like a prostitute. Kitty bids them all goodnight. Paul looks sad to see her go. Should have thought about that before you acted the bastard.

Hyde tells them to go to hell and take the trollop with him. Dude dives at them, Paul knocks him out… And Hyde keeps hitting him. Paul stops him, telling him not to kill him, and then asks him if he’s ill.

“Let me alone, Jekyll. Let me alone.” Dumbass. Jekyll voice coming out of Hyde. That’s not creepy. Paul looks amused by the creep show. Hyde leaves the place, screaming, and being weird.

Lots of voice changing. This actor is actually really good. Jekyll realizes what he did, because Hyde says: “I will be back, Jekyll. I will return.”

Jekyll: “Never. Never.”

So he knows this was a bad idea?

Goes into Kitty’s room, whose reading, and she starts talking about her ‘party’. She wants to go to sleep. Jekyll still comes closer, being a creep. Creep Radar is blaring.

“I need you, Kitty. I need you desperately.” And he comes in, trying to kiss at her, mouthing at her neck. Like a creep. I know this is a parallel to later in the film (yeah, it’s terrible), when Hyde is in control, but I still hate this.

I had to pause during the next scene to do a deep character analysis –

Kitty pushes him off, telling him she’s tired, and even says “please”. As if she should have to beg him to keep his damn creep hands to himself. He still has a wild, crazy look in his eye, and asks: “What are you really like, Kitty?”

“I’m your wife, that’s all I am.” She answers it with such evenness, barely disturbed, and it reminds me of what Paul said to her –

“From perfect wife to perfect mistress, and back again to perfect wife.”

This movie has a lot to do with the masks we wear. We change them, depending on who we’re talking to: family, friends, strangers, lovers, etc. All the different relationships we have require a mask, shadowing the core of who we are, because letting someone see everything of ourselves is too terrifying to consider. We don’t show our true selves out of fear, pride, or some other convoluted mixture of emotions.

However, every mask has a basis, a template of origin.

I feel as if, at some point, Kitty really did love Jekyll. She must have. She married him not for his intelligence, not for his money, but because she genuinely loved him. Kitty loves too deeply, too strongly, and has all the hallmarks of a woman who has been burned by that depth of attachment.

“It’s my fault, a woman who shows her feelings always loses dignity.” Kitty says this during the first bit of the dance she has with Paul, which reveals so much of her character. She doesn’t look at him when she says it, the pain of her admittance is too much, and she shies away from anyone witnessing it. Even Paul.

Her relationship with Paul is strained right now. It’s weird. It seems like neither of them knows where it’s going, too afraid to continue, but even more horrified by the prospect of letting the other go.

When speaking of breaking their ‘arrangement’ (look up ‘affair’ in the dictionary), Kitty suggested Paul wouldn’t be able to get along financially without her. Paul rebuffed her, saying that Jekyll and he had been friends for years, and she was just his dutiful wife… despising him.

There’s an ease between them that feels years old, yet I doubt it was from the get-go of hers and Jekyll’s marriage. No, she probably did hate him quite a bit, in the beginning. But there’s a thin line between love and hate, one that can be crossed with loneliness. I like to think it was physical at first, a build up of tension between a woman caged in a house, and watching this man go out and spend her husband’s money.

It was probably Paul who convinced her to come out with him one evening. Fuck it. Jekyll wants to stay in his lab all night? Well, why should you stay too? Kitty probably said no at first. Why would she go out with this smarmy bastard, who gambles, who sleeps with anything that has legs, and drinks himself silly? But then there’s the wanting, the listening to her husband tinker away, watching life go by without her…

She probably went to Jekyll. She tried to talk to him, have dinner with her in the house that night. Without any servants, she’s learned to cook. He makes a point of trying to be nice but talks about his work… Always his work. She asks him to kiss her, as if that’s something she should have to nearly beg for. And what did he do? On the verge of some great breakthrough?

“Not right now, Kitty. I’m busy.”

Kitty, who is strong, vibrant, and beautiful, is not enough to stir a man from the wake of progress. From pride.

Humiliation and defeat, a loathing that breaks through love, stuffs her chest and nearly throttles her on the spot. Retreating, glassy eyed to her room. She probably cried, mourning her broken heart.

After that, she demands to go with Paul.

There’s probably a touch of shock, then a knowing smirk. He’s probably seen lots of women with husbands who ignore them, falling into his kind of life, dancing and drinking and laughing their nights away.

He’s not ready for this one.

Alright, hitting play again –

“But the woman inside of you, is that woman my wife?”

No. No, she’s not. She belongs with Paul.

Stop shaking her. She’s right. Get out.

Take your: “Who am I?”s and get the fuck out.

Cut to Paul being a cad again. Ugh. Go home to Kitty, you absolute tool bag.

He and Hyde are sitting at a table in The Sphinx with two bimbos. Wonderful.

Hyde is a creep. I will say that no less than ten times in this review. I probably already have.

The fuck is this?

They’re doing something weird.

Really weird.

A snake charmer dance.

Am I to assume they wish us to believe that snake is venomous?

Okay, to be fair, all snakes and spiders are venomous, but the potency of their venom varies in such a way that they effect most human bodies on different levels. I say ‘most’ because you can be allergic to something, and receive a far more harrowing experience than 98% of the population.

However, that does not excuse the fact that the creature in question is a ball python and is therefore basically harmless. Minus some swelling and bruising.

I had to pause to write that, okay, playing again –

Yeah, this poor animal is being abused by being forced into a ‘sensual dance’ with this woman. ‘Tigress’, they call her, kill me now. Paul says she’s exclusive to the elite. Kill me twice over. This dance is the worst. That poor snake is confused.

Paul is looking worriedly at Hyde as he stares, transfixed, at this woman. Dude, he wants to get bitch slapped, let him.

Christopher Lee’s eyebrows are doing things to me. Paul is the real eye candy in this shit show.

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That poor animal.

Tell me that was fake.

She did not really put that poor creature’s head in her mouth.

This is abuse.

Not to mention, really gross. Salmonella, and a million other diseases could potentially exist on the skin of a reptile. Do not handle reptiles and then touch your face, or eat, or put any part of their body inside your mouth. Wash hands after handling, thank you.

Disgusting.

And people are clapping. And cheering.

Is this what passes for ‘exotic’ in the 1700s????

Maybe it’s my modern cynicism, but I am not impressed. I am shuddering in revulsion.

Mostly because of the snake in mouth bit.

Gods.

End me.

I’m about to shriek.

“Forget it, dear boy. She’s not in the prep-school class. Believe me, I’ve tried.”

Paul. Paul.

Have you ever considered:

She’s blind.

You’re gorgeous.

And you have a gorgeous woman waiting on you at home.

Why do you bother with the bimbos?

Girl on the right is pretty, okay, she’s like… an 8. Chick on the left is… also pretty, but like a 7.

Kitty is a damn 16, she blows them out of the water. There is no competition. When you’ve already had it all, why bother even looking at anything less? She gets bumped up to a 30 for the fact that she has a brain, she snarks, she jabs with the best of them, and is not afraid to leave you to your well-deserved hangover.

I will fight for Kitty’s honor.

Paul. I’m about to throw down.

He calls the dancer over – Maria – and I can already tell he’s going to –

Yep. Be a bastard.

“She only uses Christian names in bed.”

He deserved that drink to the face.

Even Hyde looks surprised. Then impressed.

Pft – HA! I have to quote this:

“Well, ladies, it seems that I must entertain you both.” He says, while soaked with what one can assume is scotch. “I trust that you will not be too disappointed.” Girl on the right looks like she expects to be disappointed. Ms. Left has her game face on.

“Oh, we’ll just have to manage.” Left is already up and at it.

“Somehow or other.” Right is playing along for now.

“Thank you for your confidence.” Paul’s reply does not sound confident in the slightest. He follows them through a curtain doorway. I’d say, ‘poor bastard’, but he doesn’t deserve my sympathy right now.

Hyde is creeping on Maria now.

“Keep away from him, he is dangerous.”

Yeah. To medium sized rodents.

Actually, considering Hyde is nothing more than a big, smelly, greasy, slimy rat –

Nah, wouldn’t want to give the poor thing indigestion.

“Your friend talked to me like a common whore.”

I assumed you two knew each other? I don’t know, they are weird and vague on that. Alan says he’s tried, then claims what names she uses in bed, and she did throw the drink on him afterwards. I’ve no idea.

I will give this to Hyde: He is a smooth talker. He is also, however, still a bastard.

And the makeup they used on this actress is not flattering at all. I’ve seen pictures of her, and she was beautiful. They somehow made her look hideous. ‘Impertinent’ is a word, though not quite the one I would use for this piece of garbage.

I love putting subtitles on. They’re so dumb.

(Soft sensual music) my ass.

Of course they shag. Why wouldn’t they?

She’s given him an in, now… “You do not buy, you do not beg.” A man who ‘takes’. No, do not give him that.

“A nice, cold wife.” I’m so furious.

They do have a servant! An old woman. Probably a concession after years.

“Mr. Hyde.” Creep.

‘Nanny’.

“Lately, this house has become unused to visitors.”

“The wife of a recluse…”

Trying to sweet talk a woman in love will not go over well for you.

Paul’s??? Paul’s friendship. What a save.

“The question of trespass hardly arises. Mr. Allen has no property rights in me.”

And as for Henry: “Henry leads his own life. He doesn’t seek my approval, and I don’t seek his. Is that wrong?”

OOOOOOFFFFF.

Sweet talk till you talk like that.

“To the boredom of being a neglected wife, and the humiliation of being a rejected mistress.”

It almost felt like she was into the flirting till he said that, but I still get the feeling she wouldn’t have slept with him. You can enjoy flirting, some people do it for a living, but not the act that comes after. As I said before, Kitty wears many masks. This one is short-lived. Hyde has insulted her, and the change in her demeanor is like a switch.

Kitty loves too deeply, to be reminded of her first failing, and the possibility of her loss of Paul is a kick in the teeth. Is she not worth loving? Is science, money, knowledge, other women – is she just no match? Can she have nothing out of this?

“I must say, you are honest. A trifle obvious, perhaps, but honest.” And too close to the surface, too close to the proverbial nail. Kitty is genuinely afraid of losing Paul, and it shows. She’s clinging onto something she feels she can’t hold onto, whether for her already damaged pride or because she doesn’t want to be hurt again. Her face only really started to shift when he said mistress.

“My great affair has already begun.” She’s pulling herself so easily from his arms. He talks about great love since he felt her in his arms, and she just turns away with this casual walk of a knowing woman.

“It was well advanced before ever you appeared on the scene.” She looks almost proud, though there’s still this edge to her. She expects it to crash and burn. She’s just waiting for it.

“I wonder what is the special quality in a man as weak, unscrupulous, and utterly unreliable as Paul Allen?” This really bothers him. Hyde is essentially Jekyll unchained, a copy of the inner, dark urges of one man laid bare, and given free run of the place… And he’s a total rat bastard.

And Kitty is smiling. Kitty is overjoyed.

“I don’t question your description, Mr. Hyde.” She’s radiating with delight. Even that description of Paul in all his awful glory stirs nothing but happiness in her.

“Well then, but why…” And he’s reaching for her, stroking his fingers over her back. It’s this odd mimicry of how Jekyll tried to hold her that night. Ugh.

“I merely happen to love him.” Yes! SHE SAID IT!

“Love? Love is an idiocy!” And she’s laughing again. I’m beginning to believe Kitty uses laughter to cover her pain. Hyde/Jekyll McShitFace uses rage.

“An idiocy of mine, perhaps, but a fact.” Then we get this beautiful close up of her face, the vindication with which she says it has me living –

“I love Paul Allen.” Love, you must be so blind and so wonderful.

(Ominous music). As Hyde descends back to his basement to turn back into Jekyll. Back to the sewer, your garbage monster.

Ernst is here. Okay, something weird is happening again. Jekyll has a heightened metabolism. Probably from sustaining two rat bastards instead of one. I’ve no idea how much time has elapsed, but quite a bit I’m guessing. A week? A month? Another year? Nah, probably more like a week or so.

Jekyll’s life is “burning out at a much faster rate.”

Kitty is fed up with being Paul’s ‘bank clerk’. Yeah, let’s bring Henry into this. ‘Let him deal with life’s little problems and leave us its gaiety’? You are a cad. Why do you love him again, Kitty? You can do better.

She’s sick of being used.

“How can you talk of our love in this way?” Love? Is this the first time you bring it up to her? While asking for money? Aklsjdfkasjdf

Men are annoying.

“You hypocrite!” Thank you.

Debts of honor, my pale ass.

He’s going to Henry.

Ernst knows he’s addicted to something. He says it’s more damning, whatever it is.

At least Paul is honest. Jekyll is being cold to him now. He knows about him and Kitty now. He goes back to his work desk. ‘Going away’. Right. Run.

Paul gets nothing. Notes something must be wrong with him.

Kitty is worried about Paul now.

And fuck – Jekyll is giving full power of his shit to Hyde. His estate, his money, his assets, everything goes to Hyde. This happened in the book, of course, but this completely cuts Kitty off as well.

Also, he even says he’s using Hyde to ‘learn all he can’. You pretty much know it all. Kitty, your wife, is in love with your ‘friend’, Paul. It’s not that hard. You’ve effectively been gaslighting them from the beginning.

“For do I want to return to a life of frustrated isolation and loveless misery?”

I.

I have…

So many problems with this statement alone.

You left your wife, even said it yourself, neglected. For years. So much so, that she’s alone as well. Of course she searched for something beyond you, when you chose to isolate yourself first… And you know what? I’m happy for Kitty, she found something, someone to love and love her in return. Is it perfect? No, but –

Anything and everything can be traced back to you, you sorry sack of literal shit. I’m about to lose it. He’s reaping what he’s sewn, and now he’s trying to escape it.

I’m so pissed off.

He drinks more stuff. Great. The return of The Literal Worst is upon us.

Wow… Never heard Christopher Lee say that before –

“Damn bad luck you’ve been having, I hear, Allen, old man.” Some man comments on the state of Paul’s life, which has gone to hell in a handbasket.

“Damn bad luck.” Paul’s agreement seems to taste as bad as the cigarette he’s smoking. I wonder how many are his, in that overflowing mound of ash and stumps, at the center of the table.

“Oh, well, luck’s a bitch, old boy.” Not sure that was a saying yet, but maybe this is the one that starts the trend.

“Oh, I shouldn’t think so.” Paul looking like he’d like to swallow down the rest of the decanter on the table, with Hyde being the creep that just walked in. “I’ve always had the best possible luck with bitches.”

I just about spit my tea. Not even kidding.

“Almost always, anyway.”

You’re terrible. Kitty should leave without either of you.

How is this review over 4K words? Who’s still reading this?

“Women aren’t a weakness they’re a recurrent necessity.” Paul. Paul. What are you doing?

‘Oldest mistress’.

Paul. You’re awful with money and it’s obvious.

They’re going to go out on the town. Like bastards. Hyde is The Literal Worst.

Snap shots of London’s underbelly during the 1700s… Brawling, lots of drinking and bad singing, and… smoking? Opium? Hooka? Who the fuck knows anymore.

Paul’s out. Hyde is doing the 100-yard Creep Stare.

Paul is out making debts again. ‘Honorable’ ones, at least.

Now he’s out of ideas. It’s been a week. He spent all that money – 5,000 in a week. Ouch. “But you, are a fool.” We agree on that. That is the only thing Hyde, and I will ever agree on.

“And I’ll try Kitty.”

Ha.

Haha.

You can see the wheels turning unpleasantly in Paul’s head. His brow is doing that furrowed thing when he’s confused.

“What the devil do you mean, Hyde?” You know what he means, you just don’t want him to go on. You’re hoping he doesn’t mean what you think he means.

“Well, that should be simple enough for even you to understand.” Again, insulting people while mixing in kind words, though his next ones are far from kind: “I am telling you to obtain your mistress for me.”

Paul is rising out of his chair. His brow is still doing that furrowed thing, but it has gotten even deeper. The rage is coming, a wave that was slow to foam, but quick to rise.

“You unspeakable devil.” There’s still some disbelief, but there’s no denying the shock.

Hyde is doing the creep laugh with a – “How very amusing.” Now you can see the anger, it’s chiseling its way into his features, hard and sharp.

“Paul Allen, breaker of every law in the moral code, is shocked into morality.”

Full blown: I’d punch the ever-living hell out of you. I’m about to.

“You vile, disgusting degenerate.” His lips are quivering. He’s barely holding it together.

“Be rational, my friend.” You’re pushing him far beyond ‘rational’. “I’m asking for the temporary loan of a proven adulteress, of whom you yourself have grown somewhat tired.”

First of all: fuck you. Second of all: Kitty already said he has no property rights to her.

“You go back to hell!” Paul. Punch. Him.

Oh… Wait… Yeah, he’d probably get in trouble for that. And then be sent to jail. And I doubt he wants to be in there while Kitty is out here with this lunatic. Yeah, running out before you lose it seems wise.

Still should have throttled him a bit.

Now what is The Literal Worst doing? Going back to the house…

And sneaking into Kitty’s room. You creep. I’ve never wished to jump through a television screen more.

They only have one servant, ‘Nanny’, is her name.

He’s blackmailing her. With Paul’s notes. Fuck. ‘Buy him back’.

She’s laughing. Yes, that is Kitty’s response to being uncomfortable.

“You utterly repel me.” YES! Go girl! She laughs as he storms out, tossing the notes away. Then she closes and locks the door, pressing her back to it. She was probably more than a little terrified.

Hyde assaults a homeless man, shoving him down, and steps over him. That was in the book… Then back to some cesspit that Paul showed him.

There’s something weird going on here with Hyde and this girl.

Cut to Kitty and Paul snuggling. And kissing. This is the quality content I came for. He’s wearing the same shirt from earlier… Which means he probably took a good long walk, had a small conniption, and then went straight to her.

“Why does love make us behave so hatefully to one another?” Yeah, well, Paul has been the terrible one here.

“Because we’re cowards, my darling. We want everything.” I’m not sure what Paul’s deal is, why he is the way he is… He could just be an ivy league guy who grew up, not knowing how to handle money, he might not come with as much baggage as the rest of them.

Why can’t they just be happy and cute?

Go away? Start a new life? Yeah, do that.

Right now.

Leave.

Before Jekyll McShitFace gets back.

Ah, they planned to mug Hyde, using the girl as a means to dupe him. Seems about right. Also deserved.

Ah, Kitty is leaving Jekyll. About bloody time. Also, the wrong time, considering the whole Hyde business.

Jekyll has destroyed his drugs, though admits that Hyde’s grip is too powerful. Right. As if Ernst didn’t warn you it was an addiction. “No degeneracy is low enough to satisfy him.” You mean you, right? Because, he is, after all, you.

The kids are back in the garden. This can only end well.

Oh, they’re leaving. Good…

Paul and Kitty are making out again. Good for them.

Jekyll shoved a kid. Bad for him.

Same little girl who’s always trying to give him flowers. Yeah, he’s losing it. Rushing back into lab to pen a last will and testament one can hope –

Nope, no such luck.

‘Exorcise him’. Right.

Handwriting switch. Interesting.

Paul admitting to Kitty he’s in trouble with Hyde.

If looks could kill.

Hyde lures them with an invitation from Jekyll, about their last evening together being ‘gay’.

Kitty doesn’t want to go, she’s frightened. Listen to your gut.

Paul wants to stay, because they think he’ll settle. Kitty agrees.

Fuck.

Cabaret. Ugh.

Someone get me out of here. Lots of underwear. This is painful.

Hyde making plans to meet with Maria before meeting with Paul and Kitty, who’s dressed for a funeral. Paul. Don’t. Go. Of course, he does.

Up to Maria’s room. Piss it.

More cabaret. I’ll hand it to you ladies; you can cartwheel and front flip. That is impressive. Also, I’m completely serious, because the amount of muscles it takes to do that are insane. Flexibility is also key. Congrats ladies.

Paul meets with Hyde.

“Surely we can keep Kitty out of this.” He knows something’s up and didn’t want to involve her. Smart, but also stupid.

“Hardly.” Hyde’s reply sets my teeth on edge.

Paul. Don’t go into that room. To meet him in private. Fuck me. Backwards. Paul.

A ball python. How dangerous. Paul. There’s a table right there. Squish the fucker. I mean, I’m against animal cruelty, but in the case of the story, that thing is supposed to be deadly. Squish. Squish. Otherwise, leave him the fudge alone and he’ll leave you alone.

Kitty… Don’t go with the creepy man. Listen to your Creep Radar.

Paul’s dead. Kitty doesn’t deserve this. Don’t –

I hate this. I hate this. Paul is literally dead in the other room.

I’m writing so much fix-it fic for this, you won’t believe.

This review is 18 pages long. If you’ve made it this far, may the gods have mercy on you, because my wrath at this point is endless.

Maria is in Jekyll’s house. He told her to go back to that house, put on Kitty’s clothes –

“The pattern of justice is complete.”

Rot. In. Hell.

Paul and Kitty deserved better. They deserved each other.

Kitty waking up, gods’ I hate this. She’s a wreck. Her hair, her clothes… You can tell she’s about to be sick. She’s barely holding it together. There’s a fucking note… A note leading her to the snake… She finds Paul dead. She’s already shellshocked. Out onto the balcony…

“Paul.” Her last word.

She plummets over the balcony, through the glass roof, and –

Cut to Maria saying: “I love you Edward.”

“I can’t love.” We can agree on two things. Those two things.

“I must be free.” Right before murdering Maria.

Jekyll finally takes back over, rightfully horrified, and runs back to his lab. With three corpses under his belt.

What an interesting mirror effect…

“Why must you destroy?”

“I must be free.”

Then we go back-and-forth, about who murdered, who revenged, and who was wronged. They weren’t in Hyde’s way, but Jekyll was. He doesn’t ‘feel’. Yeah, right…

Hyde is every dark, terrible impulse Jekyll has had, given life and form. His desire to be free, to run rampant, has been a desire of Jekyll’s since the beginning. Free the beast so he could kill it… Then proceeded to twist it to gaslight his wife, his friend, and everyone else. He was living a life, a lie, a sham. The desire for freedom from persecution for our desires, to be allowed to do what we want, when we want, without judgement has been an overarching theme in all of society. People are persecuted for what pronouns they want to use, for how they eat, how they dress, how they talk –

However, because Hyde is merely a reflection, one can assume his desire for freedom is mirrored in Jekyll’s continued desire for the same. Jekyll wants to continue to exist, so Hyde must desire to exist in turn. He’s still composed completely of Jekyll’s desires.

He says he doesn’t feel, yet there is a desperation, a fear in his voice when he says: “You must lose, Jekyll.” Because he’s afraid he won’t. He’s horrified by the idea of being trapped forever, of their relation being found out…

Cut to Inspector being on the case at The Sphinx.

Wow, a lady in gentleman’s clothing runs The Sphinx. Nice.

Jekyll trying to leave a letter to Ernst. Yeah, that’ll go over well. He calls a street cleaner over to take his note to Ernst, but of course, Hyde has to upset that plan.

Again, I give props to the actor for the massive amount of voice switching, and playing the ‘tortured’ scientist, and the King of the Creeps.

Hyde is about to kill this street cleaner. Mate, why did you come into this guy’s house to randomly move something for him? He shoots him in the back, of course…

The Inspector arrives! Not in time…

Hyde is about to torch the place. Of course he is.

He puts up a performance for the police, saying Jekyll is nuts… Whole place is on fire, with street cleaner acting as a sub-in for the body of Jekyll.

I swear, if this fucker gets away with this, I will riot.

Is nobody seeing the Creepiest Grin of the Century?

No, of course not, they’re trying to fight a raging fire.

And of course, there’s a court hearing over the whole thing. Jekyll went nuts. True. He was addicted to drugs. Also true, though it’s not any kind ever seen before. Sought vengeance for imagined slights. True again.

“Fortunate to have escaped – “

Screw you.

Death by suicide. If only.

Do not tell me this is how this movie ends.

“A fine man. A fine – “

Shut up Ernst.

“The higher man.” Shut your face hole, Hyde.

Jekyll is coming out.

“I must leave immediately.” Oh no, you don’t, you bastard.

“Help me.” Keep talking, Jekyll. Get out of there. Confess. You deserve it.

Lots of struggling here. Again, props to the actor.

Inspector, Ernst, and everyone are watching. Do it now, you bastard.

He turned back into Jekyll!

Finally! You did something useful!

He looks really old. Apparently being Hyde aged him decades.

You can still rot in hell.

“I have destroyed him.”

“And yourself, my poor friend.”

“Only I could destroy him.” Dramatic pause. “And I have.”

He’s arrested.

Abrupt Hammer Horror Ending.

Kitty and Paul deserved better.

This review is 20 pages long, over 6K words, and it took me 4 hours to get through it because I kept pausing and rewinding to quote.

You’re welcome.

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Flesh and Blood - A 6 Underground Story

You don’t have to be a ghost here amongst the living. You are flesh and blood. You deserve to be loved, and you deserve what you are given.     -Florence Welch

Warnings: The film is rated R and so is this story. Blood, guts, cursing and adult content to come.

[ MEET ACE ] 

Prologue

“Oh my God, that’s—that’s a fucking eye. That is a fucking eyeball, I—I just had a fucking eyeball on my foot! Dude, that shit was on my—…!” 

“Six, for the love of God, just fucking drive!” 

“No! No, do not drive! I told you to pull the fuck over, okay? Pull the fuck over!” 

It was difficult to concentrate. There was so much screaming, and blood, and shooting, and blood. Six took a hard right down another alley and slammed everyone in the car against the door. 

The aforementioned eyeball swung dangerously in One’s hand. He had to choke down the bile in his throat. He just had to focus. He would not think about the several, certainly dead pedestrians they had hit with their car. He would not think about the blood that was saturating the carpet from Two’s still-gushing bullet wound. He would not think about the police and mafia and hitmen who were chasing them down with very big, very real guns. He just had to focus on pinching the insanely long optic nerve he was holding between his fingers. 

Oh God. He was pinching a fucking optic nerve between his fingers. Maybe he shouldn’t focus on that either. This is all so much easier in theory. 

The Alfa Romeo careened into another alleyway and came to a jerky stop. The eyeball swayed again, like a gruesome, bodily pendulum. One focused all of his energy on not vomiting. Adding another bodily fluid into the mix was not going to help matters. 

“Whose eye is that?” Six asked, as One repositioned the smart phone in his hand. 

“It’s—It’s the lawyer’s.” 

“D-Did you just scoop it out, or…?” 

“God, no!” One yelped, trying to steady the eye over the phone’s camera. “I didn’t scoop it out! Two did!” 

He jerked his head toward the blonde woman in the backseat, who was busy beating her head against the wall of the car. She was still bleeding heavily. The brunette next to her ducked low to assess the damage, trying to take advantage of the momentary stillness. 

Somewhere above them, a bird pooped. It splattered on the windshield. One’s suspicions had been correct. The new bodily fluid did nothing to help matters with his stomach. 

“Okay,” he muttered to himself, repositioning the eyeball in his fingers. “All of Rovach’s transmissions. This is gonna lead us straight to the four generals.” 

“I’m getting a little lightheaded,” Six admitted. 

“Yeah, well, you’re not the one holding it.” 

The eyeball continued to rotate, circling the target center of the camera. Why were biometric locks so fucking complicated? Why couldn’t he just get a really HD picture of the guy and print it? He could use a 3D printer for that, right? Someone had to be 3D printing organs already. Where were all the hackers of the world when you needed them to bypass a biometric lock? They were really just slacking, when you thought about it. Complete oversight in piracy—no pun intended—but criminals really should… 

“You got the generals?” Six prompted. “Can I go?” 

One was about to tell him exactly where he could go—straight to Hell without passing GO or collecting $200—when there was a screech behind them. Everyone glanced out the rear window at the same time. 

“Cop,” Five said breathlessly, as if the other three couldn’t see the white and blue car. She ducked down in the seat, wiping Two’s blood off of her face. “Cop!” 

“Don’t you move,” One ordered, before Six could ask again. “Don’t you move!” 

“There’s a cop looking right at us!” Five hissed from the back. 

“Yes, thank you! I’d gathered!” 

“Yo, just—just be cool,” Six said, his voice trembling in the most uncool way imaginable. “M-Maybe they won’t recognize us.” 

“Recognize us?” Five repeated incredulously. “You’re driving a lime green sports car with no side mirror, covered in scratches and blood from pedestrians! How the fuck are they not gonna recognize us?” 

At that exact moment, a flash of green caught One’s eye. It was gone by the time he looked up. They were parked in an empty alleyway with a handful of Vespas. No movement, no green. He might’ve thought he imagined it if he hadn’t heard the colossal crash on the next road over. 

The cop peeled away, leaving them behind. 

“What the fuck was that?” One demanded. 

 “W-Who cares?” Six laughed, sagging in his seat. “Ho—Holy shit! Holy shit! He’s gone!” 

“Why?” 

Two was twisted around in her seat, bullet wound forgotten as she stared out the rear window. Her voice was full of suspicion. But One had gone straight past suspicion and into rage. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he spat, glowering at the uncooperative eyeball. His hands were starting to shake from the effort of making them not shake. “Five! Five, I need you to reach into my pocket and get my walkie talkie.” 

“Excuse me?” Five stuck her head up between the front seats. Her face was still covered in blood. “You realize I’m conducting surgery right now, yeah? Two is gonna fucking die! You get your stupid walkie talkie!” 

“I would except I won’t because I can’t because I’m holding onto a human fucking eyeball! I need my hands to crack the phone, Six needs his hands to drive, and Two needs her hands to shoot! So reach into my jacket pocket and get my fucking radio!” 

Five muttered some spectacularly colorful curse words in Spanish, but reached around to grab the walkie talkie. Her glove-covered hands smeared blood all over the fabric, and the radio nearly slipped out of her grip to nail him in the crotch, but she recovered at the last second. 

“Good, good. Now hold down the button, and hold it up to…” 

“I know how to use a fucking walkie talkie!” 

“Okay! Wow! Okay, just let me talk!” 

One turned his head toward the radio, keeping one eye on the eye. It was difficult to aim and talk at the same time. Much like a urinal. 

“Yeah, hi! This is One for Ace. Ace, you copy?” 

“Ace?” Six asked in surprise. “Why are you…?” 

“Silence, Bieber. Ace! Do you copy?” 

There were several tense seconds of silence, but no response. One nodded to Five, who pushed the button again. 

“I repeat, this is One for Ace. Do you copy?” 

There was no response. Several more police cars sped by, and they heard another crash a few streets away. People were screaming. Five pressed the button again. 

“Ha, ha. Okay, now, when I say ‘One for Ace,’ that means my name is One, and I’m looking to talk to Ace. That’s how radio language works. And everyone here should know that, because we went over that at the mission meeting. But maybe—maybe some of us weren’t paying attention at the mission meeting because they weren’t supposed to be coming on the motherfucking mission! Now I asked if you fucking copied!” 

A sound like a minor explosion echoed from behind them, and in the silence that followed, he got a one-word reply. 

“Busy!” 

“Oh ho, ho, you motherfucker,” One growled. “You stupid motherfucker.” 

“Can you fucking focus?” Two spat from the backseat. “Open the phone and let’s go!” 

“Oh, can you fucking focus?” One mimicked in a high pitch voice. “Open the phone, wah! I’m trying!” 

One of the women kicked the back of his seat. 

“That’s not helping!” 

He huffed out a deep breath and turned his attention back to the phone. The eyeball slowed, slowed, and finally, the iris came to a rest in the middle of the target. The phone trilled, and unlocked. 

“Go! Guys—g-go, go, go, go, go!” 

The engine roared, and the car shot out of its hiding place like a canon. They skidded onto the street, making another huddle of tourists scatter to avoid losing life and limb. Six clipped another Vespa, which lost control and veered into the opposite line. There was a remarkable crunch as metal and rubber and bone all went flying. 

“Okay, where am I going?” Six asked, ignoring the fleshy debris. 

“The meet point,” One said without hesitation. 

“What?” Five was leaning forward again, outraged. “What about Ace?” 

“Ace is just gonna have to take care of herself. She is not supposed to be here! Do even understand what kind of liability that is?” 

“This is a mission,” Two said, shaking her head. “No surprises.” 

“Yes! Thank you, Two! Finally, someone talking some sense!” 

“What is she even doing here?” Six asked. 

“Good fucking question.” One stowed the eyeball back in its organ case, wiping his hands on his jacket before he grabbed the radio back. “Hey there, Ace. Six would like to know what the fuck you’re doing here. I would like to know that as well, if you’re not too busy to answer.” 

“Driving!” 

“Oh yeah, I caught that. Very nice. Kinda looked like an—oh, I don’t know—bright green Alfa Romeo? Which is weird, cause that’s what we’re driving!” 

He waited several seconds before barking her codename again. Six screeched around a corner, shooting him a side glance. 

“Dude, if she’s driving, she can’t exactly answer you.” 

“Okay, when I want your opinion, Six, I will go ahead and shoot myself in the face—no, that—okay, that one was overkill. I’m sorry. Just—Just please keep driving.” 

Six opened his mouth to argue, but was cut off by another bullet hitting the car. Sparks sprayed in all directions, and everyone screamed. The car swerved, nearly taking out a souvenir stand. 

“Who is shooting at us?” Six screeched. “I thought they were gone! Who the fuck is shooting at us?” 

“I don’t know! Two—Two, shoot back!” 

“I’m trying, you fucking idiot!” 

Two beat Five’s insistent hands away from her stomach, leaning out the window to shoot at the cars that were closing in. A whirring sound caught One’s attention, and he looked out over the water to find the source. Far above them, the police helicopter was still hovering. 

 “Police my fucking ass,” One grumbled to himself. “Everywhere you go! Everywhere there’s dirty fucking cops!” 

“You gotta lose that police chopper.” 

Four’s extremely unhelpful voice came through the radio in One’s hands. 

“Yes, thank you! We’re trying! It’s a little hard to lose the chopper when you’re being shot at! So take your valuable advice and shove it up your ass! Ace, where are you?” 

“Yeah, I think she’s got her hands full,” Four informed him. “She’s headed your way down the water, got five or six cars behind her. Unless that one’s you. In which case she’s headed your way with four guys on her arse.” 

“Well let’s hope it’s Ace with guys up her ass, cause I—I really couldn’t deal with that right now.” 

“I dunno. You’ve got Two, Five and Six. You could each take one.” 

“Fuck both of you.” 

“Oh, now she speaks!” One shouted. “Okay! Chopper, cars! Any ideas?” 

“Ha! Now you need me?” 

“Well unfortunately you’re already here! So! Ideas!” 

“One, but I need—oh fuck!” 

 The sound of gunshots cut her off, then disappeared when she cut the transmission. 

“Oh my God,” Six whined. “Fuck, is she—is Ace fucking dead?” 

“She’s not dead,” One assured him. “She’s too annoying to be dead.” 

His eyes were already scanning the road ahead for explosions, looking for any clue as to where Ace was driving. It was too crowded to see any bright green, and the screaming and scrambling pedestrians could be running away from either one of them. The whole street was fucking chaos. 

“Ace?” he called into the walkie. “Come on, you little shit. Where are you?” 

“Here!” 

“Here?” he repeated, still scouring the road. “Where the fuck is—HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!” 

The produce truck that had been in front of them swerved out of the way, leaving ten feet of rapidly decreasing space. On the other side was another bright green Alfa Romero, Ace behind the wheel. Five and Six both screamed. Two might’ve if she wasn’t still in fucking arcade mode with her gun. One was fairly certain he’d shit his pants. This was not the heroic way he’d imagined himself dying for real. 

This whole mission fucking sucked.

TAG LIST: Currently just @samwilsonns and @anotherunreadblog until I figure out what I’m doing with this lol.

[angstyzebra]

Damsel in Distress

Fandom - Voltron: Legendary Defender

Ship - Lance x Shiro

Word Count - 1,633

Lance feels sad that he'll be going through yet another holiday season without a romantic partner, but this changes when his friends intervene with his love life.

This fic is for @worstmissionever on Tumblr for the @voltronsecretsanta2k19 gift exchange! I hope you like it!!

(Read below or on AO3 here!)

It was that time of the year again, when the air got colder and snow began to fall and everybody seemed to get just a bit more cheerful. It was almost perfect. Almost, as Lance would be going through yet another Christmas without a romantic partner to snuggle with by the fire.

Lance sighed as he pulled his navy blue winter coat on. He was heading out to spend time with his friends - Pidge, Keith, Allura, Coran, Hunk, and Shiro. They would all be going to their town’s winter festival together, and Lance knew that would cheer him up and distract him from his lonely thoughts. At least he still had friends to celebrate the holiday season with.

When he arrived at their meeting spot near the entrance, everyone else was already there. “Ah what a surprise, Lance is late.” Keith teased.

“Typical Lance.” Pidge added.

Lance let out a sharp, exaggerated gasp and clutched at the fabric of his coat over his chest dramatically. “I’m wounded, truly wounded.” They all laughed at his usual silly behavior they all knew and loved, some rolling their eyes fondly.

“Alright guys, it’s time to get this fun started!” Hunk announced, turning toward the entrance, the others following behind him.

Before he started to walk with them, Lance felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Shiro smirking down at him. “Don’t worry, I only got here just a minute before you did. You’re not the only one who was late.” Shiro ruffled his hair affectionately before making his way to catch up to the others. Lance couldn’t help but notice the way his heart started to beat just a bit faster, as it always did around Shiro.

The two were utterly, infuriatingly oblivious to it, but they were pining for one another. Everyone else in the group knew it, and had a plan set in motion to get them alone together that night. Lance and Shiro wouldn’t see it coming.

They had a long day of games, food, and rides. At one point, Shiro even won a stuffed lion and gave it to Lance. Although Lance thought it was a bit strange that Shiro picked the blue lion, Lance’s favorite color, rather than the black lion, which was Shiro’s favorite. He thought that maybe Shiro was only playing just to win it for him, but shook that idea away as quickly as it had come. There’s no way he would do that… right?

The group seemed to be running low on energy, now chatting quietly to one another as they walked through the stalls set up by local artists. Lance could tell their lively night of fun and games would soon be coming to a close.

“Hey,” Allura spoke up suddenly, grabbing everyone’s attention, “I heard there’s a hedge maze nearby, we should go through there to end off our night.” she suggested.

“Yes, I hear it’s lovely this time of the year.” Coran added.

Shiro nodded his head in agreement. “That sounds like a good idea, let’s go.”

Allura lead the way, and when they got there everyone stopped outside of the entrance. “After you.” Allura stepped off to the side, the others behind her, and gestured for Shiro and Lance to walk in ahead of the rest of them.

Lance’s brow furrowed and he pulled Hunk roughly to the side, while Allura was talking to Shiro about the supposed history of the maze, which he assumed was at least half made-up. “Dude!” he whispered sharply, “this is so obviously a set-up of some kind, what are you guys planning?”

Hunk looked guilty but tried to hide it, to no avail, Lance knew something was up. “It’s nothing really! We’re all just going to have a nice walk through the maze, that’s it!”

Lance crosses his arms and huffed. “Sure.” he said, unbelieving.

“Just trust me, it’s gonna be fine.” Hunk gave him a reassuring smile and turned back to the rest of the group, dragging Lance with him.

Somehow Lance and Shiro ended up walking together in front of the rest of the group, and he has suspicion that it wasn’t simply mere coincidence. He tried to enjoy the maze for now though, despite his worry. He had never been a fan of the cold, growing up near warm beaches in his childhood. But he had to admit, the dimmed Christmas lights were pretty and the serenity of it all was mesmerizing.

Lance assumed they had been in the maze for about ten minutes, by the time he realized something was off. He stopped in his tracks, looked behind him, and frowned. “Seriously?”

Shiro turned to see what Lance had found, the empty trail behind them where their friends had been mere minutes before. “Where did they go? Do you think they got lost?” Shiro wondered.

“No, actually I think they’re up to something.” Lance mumbled.

“Ah yeah, I knew they were acting kind of suspicious.” Shiro sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know what’s going on with them, but let’s just enjoy the maze for now, okay?”

“Fine.” Lance mumbled, “I’ll enjoy it but I won’t like it.”

Shiro let out a laugh at that, and it warmed Lance’s heart to see and hear such a beautiful thing. He shook his head at his thoughts and continued forward. He was so distracted thinking about this situation, about the others leaving them alone because Hunk knew about Lance’s feelings for Shiro so of course they all set him up, that he hadn’t even realized there was a large root sticking out from the ground on the path in front of him. Lance’s left foot came into contact with it and was bent painfully as he fell forward into the freezing snow. He hissed in pain as he turned onto his back and pulled his leg up to his chest, cradling it. It hurt, and he knew it was at least sprained. He must have looked like such an idiot right now.

“Lance! Are you okay?” Shiro knelt down by his side and pulled The leg of Lance’s pants up to check the injured ankle. “Okay, So I’m guessing this hurts.” he said, cringing at the sight of the already bruising foot.

“Does it really look that bad?” Lance asked, sitting up carefully to get a better look at it. He winced when his leg moved, hissing in pain.

“Here, do you think you can get on my back so I can carry you?” Shiro offered, turning his back to Lance.

Lance rolled his eyes and cursed this awkward situation. “Yeah, hold on.” He struggled to crawl over, but was able to make it without moving his leg too much. “Alright, I’m ready.”

Shiro stood up slowly, careful not to jostle Lance’s body too much, and gripped the undersides of Lance’s legs to keep him steady. “Ready?”

“Yeah. Thanks Shiro.” Shiro turned around and made his way back the way they came. Lance rested his forehead against Shiro’s back, cursing in his mind at the heat rising to his cheeks. He was embarrassed. And, of course, in his typical Lance way of doing things, he started talking to distract himself from the awkwardness of the situation. “So you’re like my hero now, huh.”

Shiro scoffed, but Lance could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, “I wouldn’t say ‘hero’, I’m just carrying you back.”

“Exactly! You’re the only one of our friends who didn’t abandon me in my time of need. Also you’re strong enough to carry me this whole way, you are definitely a hero!”

Shiro laughed. “I guess.”

“You are. Also you’re still helping me even though I was a complete dumbass and got us stuck in this mess in the first place. So I definitely owe you.”

“Lance, you’re not a dumbass just because you tripped.”

“But I should’ve noticed it!”

Shiro was quiet for a moment. “Lance, you said you owe me for this, right?”

“Yes, why?”

“Then pay me back by not talking badly of yourself anymore. You deserve better.”

Lance felt heat rise to his cheeks. And he swore he could see the tips of Shiro’s ears turn a bit pinker, but maybe it was just the cold air causing them to change color.

“Thank you.” Lance mumbled, a tingly feeling in his chest that wouldn’t go away.

“Anything for you, Lance.” The rest of their walk was spent in comfortable silence.

By the time they got back to the entrance, the others were all waiting for them. “Wow. I expected hand-holding, not for Shiro to be carrying you. But congrats to the happy couple I guess.” Pidge mused.

“Uhh… happy couple?” Lance asked.

“Didn’t you two read the note?” Coran asked.

“What?” Shiro asked, confused.

They all stood there in silence for a moment before Hunk explained. “The note we left you at the romantic bench in the middle of the maze, didn’t you see it?”

“We never made it to the center. Lance tripped and sprained his ankle so I carried him back.”

“Uh… what did the note say?” Lance asked.

“That doesn’t matter now!” Allura cut in. “What matters is that Shiro saved your life and it’s time for him to kiss the damsel in distress!”

“What?!” Lance shrieked.

Keith stepped forward then. “Shiro, Lance likes you. Lance, Shiro likes you. I can’t make it any more obvious, just date already.”

“Keith, blunt as always.” Pidge murmured.

Shiro laughed after a moment, “Well this certainly clears a few things up. Now let’s get you a first aid kit, damsel.”

Lance shoved his head in the back of Shiro’s coat to hide his blushing mess of a face and groaned in embarrassment. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

[tiny-maus-boots]

For your Fic Request: Everyone sees Chloe as a happy person, but like everyone she has bad days. Beca has seen it on occasion and is (insert adjective here) by seeing Chloe's mood improve by doing random acts of kindness.

As per your request...I know it’s short but I hope it’s still enjoyable. Happy birthday dude. 

Better

Chloe sighed and rubbed her face with her hands, letting them drop in defeat onto the open book resting on the table. The letters all wiggled and blurred and she knew she was just too tired and too annoyed to really concentrate. “Okay Beale…pull it together. You had a bad day that doesn’t mean you just stop doing what needs to be done.” The little part of her that was all Aubrey gave a nod of approval at her pep talk even as she groaned and flipped the page back one to start again.

It was at least the third time she’d tried to read the chapter and still nothing had sunken in beyond the section title of Concepts and Applications in Veterinary Toxicology. Chloe took a large centering breath and closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and focusing on the first line of the chapter. The sound of all four deadbolts turning one after the other made her look over her shoulder grateful for the distraction.

Beca opened the door as she was pulling her earbuds out and paused in surprise when she saw Chloe sitting at the table. “Hey…I thought you had a class tonight. Is my schedule off?”

She shook her head and stretched. “No I decided not to go.”

The brunette made a soft hmm sound and closed the door behind her careful to throw all the bolts. They weren’t in the worst neighborhood but one break in the first week they lived there was enough for Beca to always be extra cautious. Chloe watched as Beca set her bag down on the bed and kicked off her shoes.

“That’s not like you…everything okay?”

That was the question wasn’t it? She definitely didn’t feel okay but it wasn’t like she had a soul crushing day. She just…felt down. And tired. Chloe shrugged and turned back to her book feeling a little bit like a big whiney baby. “Yeah, sure. Just a little under the weather or something. It’s fine.”

“Yeah okay. Well since you’re ‘fine’ and everything and suddenly have the night free we’re going out. Just for a walk.”

Chloe bit her lip and glanced back up at Beca who was giving her that look that said she didn’t believe for one second that Chloe was actually feeling ill. Her brow quirked up and she gestured to the thick tome. “But I’m studying this very interesting chapter on…” She had to glance back to reread the title “Toxicology.”

“Hm yeah sounds like a hoot.” Beca moved up to her side and shut the book, firmly pushing it away from Chloe. “C’mon Beale, come out with me. I’ll spring for knishes at Schimmel’s…tempt tempt tempt….”

“Beca Mitchell…you sure do know the way to a girl’s heart.” Beca grinned and poked at her belly playfully. As if on cue it growled and they both laughed. “Okay you win. I’ll go out with you.”

It was a sweet gesture and she was so grateful for the company to at least get her out of her own head. Chloe grabbed her ID and her last five dollars and shoved them into her pocket. Money was getting thing and she was going to have to pick up another shift at the shelter if she could. When she turned around Beca was holding up her jacket waiting for her to shrug into it.

“Got everything? Cellphone, ID, apartment key?”

Chloe gave a nod and thumbs up. “Check, check and check.” Beca grinned and opened the door for her with a flourish that made her giggle. They took the stairs down in companionable silence and even made it about a block before Chloe broke the silence. “So how was your day? Did you get to rub elbows with someone famous?”

Beca laughed and it lit up her eyes in a way that always made Chloe’s belly do a little flip flop. They weren’t like that, a couple or whatever, not for lack of desire on her part. First there was Jesse and then work and her school, their living situation, or the fact that the sky was blue…something always came between them no matter how arbitrary. But at least they had something solid and real in their friendship and that brought Chloe a lot of comfort especially on the hard days.

“I wouldn’t say famous exactly. YouTube famous maybe. Dude is a total douche, he has this song and I just…it’s the worst. I don’t even know how I’m going to fix it.” Beca pulled out her phone and handed Chloe one of the earbuds while she cued up the track. Chloe placed it in her ear just as the song started and she wanted to like it, if only because it was a project Beca was working on but her friend had been right. It was terrible.

“Wow that is a flaming turd of a song.”

“He’s a flaming turd of an artist. Today was not my best but…I feel better now than I have all day.”

She handed the earbud back and tucked her hands into her back pockets, smiling at their unhurried pace and the light vibe between them. It did her a world of good and she felt her spirits lift immeasurably. Chloe shifted her weight and bumped Beca’s shoulder with her own. “Thanks for this. I was feeling a little overwhelmed myself today and this was just the right thing to get me out of my funk.”

Beca took a breath and nodded. “I could see that. I’m pretty fluent in Chloe these days.” They stopped in front of Schimmel’s and Beca opened the door for her. It was just habit, she knew, but it was a habit of Beca’s that she appreciated none the less.

“So I’m complicated like a different language?” She laughed at it but trailed off when Beca took her hand and tugged playfully leading her to the line in front of the counter just inside the door. Her heart skipped a beat when Beca didn’t let go of her hand immediately like she usually did.

“That’s…not at all what I mean. You’re different Chloe. So different from everyone I’ve ever met and it took me a minute to understand why.” Beca smiled at her and maybe it was a trick of the light, or maybe she was just in a warm comforted haze of knishes and laced fingers but the look Beca was giving her seemed somehow more intimate than every other time they’d gazed at each other. “You’re unselfish and caring and everyone else is basically a shitbag in comparison.”

Her laugh bubbled out and she rolled her eyes. “I’m plenty selfish when I want to be Beca.”

“No…you’re really not. I’ve learned a lot from you over the past few years Beale. I learned that vulnerability doesn’t mean weakness, that hope doesn’t mean naiveté and that sometimes the best way to be better is to do better.” Beca took a breath and turned back to the counter when they got to the front of the line. “Hi a dozen sweet potato knishes and two chocolate egg creams, thanks.”

“Beca…” It was the sweetest thing she’d ever heard Beca say and it meant the world to her.

Beca released her hand so she could pull out her wallet and bank card but the second the transaction was over she took Chloe’s hand in hers again and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You know what makes me feel better? Dumping all over everyone that ever tries to get close. Because if I’m miserable no one should be any luckier. You know what you do to feel better? You buy the dry cleaner lady flowers, or spend all morning picking out fruit to make a basket with and give it to your dentist, or babysit those horrible horrible children from upstairs so Mrs. Rodriguez can take an extra shift. And it should totally make you feel worse but it makes you feel better. I’m not there yet. I can’t just…do what you do. All those random acts of kindness just aren’t so natural to someone like me. But I’m learning because I love that about you, Chlo. And I wanna be that kind of person too I figure if I can learn how to do that then one day…” She gave a shrug and reached out to grab their drinks.

Chloe held her breath, tears stung her eyes and she blinked a few times to keep them from falling. “Then one day what?” It was almost too quiet to be heard over the casual conversation of people sitting at the tables and the ring of the register as the person behind them ordered and paid. It seemed forever before Beca grabbed their box of tasty treats and gestured to the door.

They exited the bakery and Chloe assumed that Beca really hadn’t heard her because she remained silent most of the way home. “Then one day I’d be good enough for you.”

Chloe’s heart stuttered to a stop along with her feet. The sounds of the city around them faded and for a second all she could hear was the echo of Beca’s words. “Y-you think I don’t think you’re good enough for me?”

“No. I know I’m not. Yet. But…I dunno. I mean. I really wanna spend the rest of my life trying to be…even if this is all we ever are I just…want to be better. Because of you.”

This had taken a quick turn from taking a walk and catching a snack to…whatever this was. Chloe was still trying to process everything and felt a little unsure of exactly what was happening. Beca turned but wasn’t looking at her fully, her gaze flicking between Chloe’s face and the passing cars on the street.

“What are you saying Beca?”

The smaller woman’s shoulders rolled and she finally raised her eyes to meet Chloe’s. “I wanna be with you, good days and bad. I want to be the person you deserve in your life. And I’m realizing this was a totally weird long drawn out way of asking you to be my girlfriend because I’m stupid in love with you and I probably could learn better tim…”

Chloe stopped listening after ‘stupid in love with you’ and pulled Beca against her chest for a long overdue if slightly desperate kiss. The shock of it melted into the familiar comforting warmth of all things Beca Mitchell and Chloe felt the weight of the world melt off her shoulders.

“You’re perfect for me Becs, just the way you are.” Hard days or not at least they’d have each other to make things better.

[addictofsupernatural]

The Southsider (pt. 6)

Sweet Pea x reader

Chapter Summary: Y/n forgets about her past for one night and goes on her first date with Sweet Pea.

Word Count: 2124

Chapter 1 • Chapter 5 • Chapter 7

"Wow." Sweet Pea breathed out, staring at you. You giggled, feeling your cheeks heat up at the intensity of his gaze. "You look amazing."

He handed you a small bag of kiss candies. "Roses were, uh, too obvious." He felt stupid now that he handed you the bag. Maybe he should have gone with a rose. He put his hand on the back of his neck, trying to calm himself.

"This is so cute." You laughed. You looked up at him, happy as can be. "Thank you."

You put it on the counter, coming back. "Wait." He said. "Where's your camera?"

"My room?"

"Get it." He said. "We're gonna make some memories."

You quickly went to your room and grabbed the small camera, coming back and showing it to him. He hooked your arm in his, generating an amused laugh from you. He really went all out in your opinion already, and the date hadn't even started.

You both drove off to a shed in the Southside. It was small and run down, but that didn't matter to you. This meant that he put thought into this, and he was trying to do something different.

He took your hand in his and led you inside. There were things stored on the shelves, but the center was empty, except for a worn out couch and a projector behind it. And Fangs was also there pouring popcorn into a bowl.

"Hi Fangs." You smile.

"Sh. I'm not here." He hands you the bowl. "You look hot." Sweet Pea gave him a look, and he gave a shit eating smile in return.

"Thanks. You want some?" You offer. He hesitates, then takes a handful and makes his way to the door. "Bye Fangs."

"I'm still not here!" He calls out, closing the door.

Sweet Pea glared at the door. He then looked at you sheepishly. "Sorry, this is Fangs' shed. He's letting me borrow it for tonight. He was supposed to already be gone by the time we came."

"So what are we doing in Fangs' shed?" You ask, giving him a teasing smile.

"We are going to watch some movies." He puts his hands on your waist and leads you to the couch, sitting you down on the left side. He then turns the projector on, the light hitting the blank wall. "I hope you like classic horrors."

"Love 'em." You say as he sits down. You then snuggle up next to him, munching on the popcorn. Sweet Pea looked down at your tiny form, putting his left arm to the back of the couch, slouching a bit to have you snuggle into him further.

You absent mindedly put your hand on his thigh. Although you were engaged in the movie, Sweet Pea felt like he was going to shit bricks. He was nervous that he'd screw this up somehow.

You were so pretty. How could he show you how he thought? You were wearing black and green, some of his favorite colors. Your bun on the top half of your head looked perfectly squeezable, but he didn't want to seem weird. You were wearing makeup, something you would probably never do. You wore a crop top, showing your stomach that was coiled as you snuggled into him.

As he admired you he grew even more nervous. You deserve only the best, but how much could he do for you? He lives in a trailer, people view him as some horrible gang member. Your first date is in the inside of an old shed. He just didn't think he was good enough for you.

"Sweets." You gently said. He jumped a bit as he was brought out of his thoughts. "What's wrong?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You keep getting stiff and twitchy." You sat up, Sweet Pea feeling the spot you left now cold. You set the popcorn bowl aside on the ground. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." He looked back to the movie. You scooted towards him, putting your right hand on his shoulder and your left hand on his cheek.

"Are you sure?"

He sadly looked down. "I just want this to be perfect, but then again it's me. I'm not really boyfriend material."

You turned his cheek gently to make him look up at you. "Sweet Pea, you are one of the greatest things that have happened to me recently. Under all that toughness is a big softie that I have the privilege of seeing. I feel like I'm not good enough for you."

Sweet Pea gripped his hand on the back of the couch where it had been laying as you leaned in for a kiss. The kiss was sweet and passionate, Sweet Pea tilting his head to deepen the kiss. He put his hands on your waist, pulling you to his lap.

The door to the shed swung open, and in came Fangs with food. "Hey guys. I got the food Pea ordered." You immediately pulled away, generating a sigh of frustration from Sweet Pea. "Oh yeah, I'm not here."

He handed you both each a to-go box from Pop's. "I might have eaten some of your fries." He hit Sweet Pea's shoulder. "Frankenstein, huh? How is it?"

"He just killed the little girl." You said, sliding off Sweet Pea's lap. "Pretty ballsy of 1930's writers to show a child death on tv." He nodded his head, staying there. You two kept waiting for him to leave, but instead he only smiled, purposely ticking off Sweet Pea. You then smiled as him. "Bye Fangs."

"Oh, yeah." He grabbed Sweet Pea's drink, taking a sip. "That's a good milkshake. Bye guys. But remember, I wasn't here." And with that he left. Sweet Pea made a mental note to kill him later.

"You ordered food?" You asked, setting the food aside on the couch.

"Yeah. It's you're favorite order. I asked Pop." He said. "Sorry about Fangs. He's just an idiot."

You shook your head, smiling at him. "You asked Pop what my favorite food there was?" He nodded, a bit confused as to why you asked. Your smile grew wider. "You're so perfect."

You leaped into him, throwing your arms over his shoulders. This took him by surprise, releasing a quick "Woah!" from his lips. You giggled, showering his face with kisses. "Hard to realize there's a badass inside this adorable person." He said, staring up in awe about you. You blushed, bashfully getting off of him and handing him his food.

He felt a little proud that he could do that to you when you act like nothing gets to you when your around others. You two kept watching the rest of the movie, enjoying your food and his company.

The film then ended. Your good was finished and Sweet Pea stood. "Let's go to my trailer. This place is dusty anyway." He held out his hand and you happily took it, standing as well. As you walked off together he pulled you closer, putting his arm over your shoulder. When you got out you started rubbing your arms, feeling cold. You felt Sweet Pea's arm leave you, but was soon replaced with a flannel draped over your shoulders. You put it on, giving him a cheeky smile.

"Bye Fangs." You called out. You heard a bye! in the distance and laughed.

Sweet Pea shook his head as he got on his bike. "Dammit Fangs." He muttered. You giggled and gave a quick kiss on his neck, hopping on.

You got to the trailer and you both plopped down of the couch. "So," you said. "What do you want to do?"

He smirked, coming closer to you. His eyes trailed down to your lips. "Truth or Dare?"

You let out a small laugh. "Should I be scared of what you'd ask me?"

Your faces became so close that you two were less than inches apart. "Maybe."

He leaned in, and you teasingly moved your head so that he missed your lips. "Okay then." You slyly smiled at him. "Truth or dare?"

He smiled back. This was a side that he found so attractive of you. "Truth."

"What do you think of me?" You were secretly anxious to hear what he had to say. You just couldn't help but feel that way. It was an insecurity that you had.

He twirled a piece of your hair with his finger, smiling. "I think your funny and nice. I like how you're always smiling and getting right back up after something crappy. You could choose to turn to a Northsider because it's easier and not so filled with bad memories, but you stand up for the Southside anyways. I can't help but think that you're so pretty, even when I first saw you. Everything about you is so attractive."

You smiled wide. You lightly run your fingers over his tattoo on his neck. "Truth or dare?" He looks down at you, happy.

"Dare." You say, still staring at his tattoo.

"Sit on my lap."

You then looked up at him, looking at his shit eater smile. You then laughed. "You're drunk on milkshake dude." He laughed back. You then crawled onto his lap, draping your arms over his neck. "Your turn. Truth or dare?"

He looked at your lips, then lower. He quickly snapped back to your gaze. "Uh, dare. Dare."

"I dare you to tell me what you were thinking right now." You kissed the side of his jaw.

"I was thinking about how hot you looked, and how I really want to kiss you right now." You then kissed him, pouring all emotion into it. He would never act like this with you in front of others, but you didn't care. It felt more special that you two would do this behind closed doors, just the two of you.

He pulled back for breathe, putting his forehead to yours. "Truth or Dare?" He said breathlessly.

"Truth."

"Are you joining the Serpents?"

You ran your hands over his shoulders. "Yes." He then breathed out a smile, turning you both to the side of the couch. You fell down on the couch on your back, Sweet Pea directly over you.

He started to kiss your neck lovingly. "It's my turn." He said against your neck.

"Truth or Dare?" You breathed out.

"Truth."

"How do I become a serpent?" He took his head back from your neck and looked at you, smiling.

"Well, you have to learn all the laws, but most importantly for you since you're a girl, you have to do the Serpent Dance."

You scooted up a little. "What's the Serpent Dance?"

He sat back to where he was, as did you. He then explained what it was, and how it was to show a woman's shamelessness for her new tribe.

He grabbed you both something to drink, and you both talked. You asked him about the Southside and the Serpents, and he happily answered. He asked about the people and places of the Northside, and you answered, making jokes and laughing together.

After a while he checked the time, letting out a sigh. "It's almost 11. I should probably take you home."

You playfully whined, clinging to him. "But I don't want to go home." You fake pouted.

His put his thumb on your bottom lip. "I know, but it's time." He gave you a quick kiss. "C'mon, let's go."

He took you back to your house and walked you to your door. "What, no goodnight kiss?" You asked, giving a sly smile.

He then bent down and kissed your cheek, surprising you. "Goodnight." He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and walked off.

"Night." Your face felt hot as you went inside. When you closed the door you jumped in place a bit, having gone on your very first date.

As Sweet Pea walked off he put up a first of victory in the air. He got on his bike and revved it up, looking back at your house one last time before taking off. Sweet Pea smiled as wind blew in his face, having gone on his very first date.

It was good that you cherished this moment, because the next day would not be a day of happiness for you. Unlike today, your house would not be empty when you arrive. An unwanted guest would be waiting for you to return tomorrow.

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[runicmagitek]

For the fandom-ship-character meme: FFX, Auron/Lulu, Tidus?

Awww thank you so much! And so appropriately timed, seeing I’m slowly replaying X :D

FFX

Favorite character: Auron has always been my fave.

Least Favorite character: Back when I first played it when it came out, I couldn't stand Tidus, but with my recent playthrough, wow do I despise Wakka.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Auron/Lulu, Auron/Lulu, Auron/Lulu, Auron/Lulu, and Auron/Lulu (it's literally my one and only ship. I don't really like any of the other ships in X)

Character I find most attractive: Lulu! Have you seen her?!

Character I would marry: Again, Lulu. Love me a lady who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to say it.

Character I would be best friends with: Rikku. With my recent playthrough, I resonate with her a lot and I want nothing but the best for her.

a random thought: The mechanics of this game are really solid and it's sad/weird that it hasn't been reused in any of the other Final Fantasy games.

An unpopular opinion: X-2 never happened and chucked out a lot of important themes in X.

My Canon OTP: I don't have one.

My Non-canon OTP: Auron/Lulu

Most Badass Character: Everyone wishes they were as badass as Auron

Most Epic Villain: Yunalesca is pretty epic, but like... that's it? All the other antagonists are old, religious dudes that aren't really... epic. and I can't take Seymour seriously, so he doesn't count.

Pairing I am not a fan of: Literally all of them outside of Auron/Lulu. X isn't a prime source of shippy stuff for me, so I'm honestly baffled by almost all of the pairings.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Lulu. I have such a hard time believing that she'd settle with Wakka, of all people, and have his kid and play housewife forever. She deserved better. 

Favourite Friendship: Yuna and Rikku! I love how supportive Rikku is of her and is so determined to find a better solution to the summoner predicament. And while the game doesn't expand too much on it, I also love Yuna and Kimahri. They deserved more scenes together.

Character I most identify with: A mix between Rikku and Lulu. Lulu embodies all the salt and eyerolling I have on a daily, if not hourly basis. Also my inner goth loves her style. And Rikku just isn't afraid to challenge traditions that make no fucking sense and speak her mind. Love both of them!

Character I wish I could be: I wish I had more of Yuna's patience and general kindness.

Auron/Lulu

When I started shipping them: Like fucking immediately? There was never a particular moment that I can remember that made me draw this conclusion, but I always felt like they'd get along better with each other than anyone else. 

My thoughts: Lulu's been through so much and she constantly has to explain basic ass shit to either oblivious or ignorant men. She never has to do that with Auron. And for Auron, Lulu is someone he doesn't need to babysit. They've both been through their share of hell and have grown because of it. They've always been that couple where I feel they'd be comfortable with each other in utter silence.

What makes me happy about them: Everything! They're aesthetically pleasing, their personalities align beautifully, and I'm a sucker for warrior/mage dichotomies.

What makes me sad about them: Auron dies in the end and Lulu gets fucked hard by canon :(

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: Honestly, there's not much fic with them, so I guess the lack of fic annoys me? XD 

Things I look for in fanfic: Does it have Auron/Lulu front and center and essentially ignores whatever nonsense that happens in X-2? Sign me the hell up!

My wishlist: I'd be game for any small moments they share together throughout the story. I'm a sucker for bittersweet moments full of dramatic irony, like Lulu dreaming of plans with him once the pilgrimage is over. Punches me right in the feels.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Absolutely no one :\ I'd rather they both be single and find happiness with themselves than be with another person.

My happily ever after for them: Either Auron doesn't die and they pave a new life together in the Eternal Calm or they die together and can exist peacefully in the Farplane. As long as they're together, it's a happy ending to me.

Tidus

How I feel about this character: Ho boy. I don't like Tidus. At all. I will say that I've come to tolerate him a bit more with my recent playthrough, but not by much.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: n o p e

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: I do enjoy his interactions with Rikku.

My unpopular opinion about this character: His random monologues in the actual game are a massive interruption all to point out the obvious and it drives me up a wall

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish there was more development with him and his mom. She seemed so... not important :\ 

Favorite friendship for this character: So like, I feel "fave non-romantic relationship" is more or less a friendship? Unless that was talking about a strictly sexual relationship, which... just call it that??? ANYHOW, I still love his friendship with Rikku.

My crossover ship: oh god no

[edwardslostalchemy]

Thoughts on the Todoroki family members? I know you love Shoto with a burning passion (pun intended), but how would you rate the others? *Roast Endeav*r good for us*

Oh God they’re all my children (except the burning garbage bastard, fuck him). I think they’re all 10/10 would recommend, and the garbage man is -100/10. But just to break it down, let me give you my honest opinion on them:

Shouto: My precious baby bean sweet angel son. If there is anyone who doesn’t know that I adore Shouto with my entire existence, then this is the post that tells you I would die for him and want to see him happy. That’s my favorite kid. He deserves the entire galaxy, holy shit. *chef’s kiss* I see him anywhere and I scream “HE’S SO PRETTY, LET ME ADOPT HIM.” He is my main perspective when I write fics because I can easily self-project onto him. He is relatable despite he and I being super different (as you can see….I explode like a firework and I am more like Izuku who just won’t sit still the fuck), and I want to protect him from the abuse and the trauma. When he gets the flashbacks, that shit feels too real fuck fuck fuck abort abort mission. And when he bursts into flames, I ascend!!!! ANd when he helps Izuku and Tenya fight Stein holy fuck!!! Beautiful!!! Elegant!!!! When he wants to throw hands with the chief of police!!! Bring down the government you stupid bitches!!!! He is not afraid of anyone. He was raised by endeav*r and went through so much abuse he doesn’t give a fuck anymore. Nothing surprises him. He’s done with everyone’s bullshit. He is 15 and he has seen so much in his life. Good luck sneaking up on him. He’ll just glare at you and ask you if you’re done so he can roast the living fuck out of you. Him during the provisional license exam?????? I am struck through the heart. I L O V E him, he is fantastically flawed and he learns from his mistakes and has so much fucking GROWTH. And when he tells Izuku it’s okay to cry???? Man I sob. I S O B like a little BITCH. And during the remedial arc, he’s such a babe. He is so good. Fuck me up with that fire and ice usage!!! He’s just such a great character. He’s also great for expressing myself, too???? Because it’s fun and easy and I can imagine him sitting next to me and just silently judging my actions like “Cook a little faster, you’re starving yourself on purpose.” ANd I’m here like don’t call me out like that. I can’t speed up the stove cooking time. And believe me he always wins. “You can if you’re not a coward.” Fuck he’s right. I have a lot of fun with Shouto. I feel a personal connection to him even if our trauma was different. I just really fucking love Shouto. I don’t know how else to say it other than wow he is just the best character to hit me since….like Edward Elric….he’s also a red head, a fire type character, and has a resting bitch face, which are all characteristics I adore in a character because I, too have a resting bitch face, and I really like fire and red heads. I could go on forever about Shouto if you let me. I didn’t even touch on him being a pro hero. I can write a book on him. 

Natsuo: Oh my God, we stan a king. We don’t get enough of him!! Horikoshi is depriving us of one of the best characters in the entire series. He called out his abusive dad on his bullshit and it was so satisfying. He’s so aggressively passive-aggressive it makes my entire being warm with love for this absolute unit of a bastard child. I hope he gets happiness!! He deserves it!!

Fuyumi: Initially, I really liked her. She was passive and looked to be nervous, but supportive of her brother. And I really like that she was concerned for Shouto!!! She really cares about her family. I resonate a lot with her because I want for my family to be closer, but we do have a few issues that we need to work on. Not as bad as hers, though. During the pro heroes arc, I had the impression she wanted for everyone to just forget about the abuse/neglect endeav*r put them all through, but now I know that isn’t the case. I absolutely love her. She is so cute and sweet and she is the boss of the Todoroki household. The men do what she wants and I think that’s amazing. We stan a queen. 

Dabi/Touya: I’ve loved him since the beginning. When I saw him, I was like aight he cool. A little crazy, but he’s good. And then he used his quirk and I saw his eyes and I was like bro…..he’s Shouto’s brother……holy shit my guy. We are learning so much from so little information we are getting and I think that I have appreciated the limited food we’re fed by Horikoshi, but we been knew. I just can’t fathom the pain and suffering this baby went through as a child at the hands of endeav*r. Whatever we get shown in the future about the abuse, that’ll only add to how irredeemable endeav*r is and how valid Dabi is being a villain, even though it’s wrong to be part of the LoV. I also love fanon Touya. The interpretation of everyone is just the best gourmet food out there for my Touya loving ass. 

Rei: God I cry so much for her. When Shouto goes to visit her, I break down and become a sobbing mess because it’s such a good scene. Whens he turns around and we see her face and Shouto looks like he could cry? Poetic cinema, my dudes. She deserves the entire world and happiness and God, I hope that she can live in a world where she can have some fucking PEACE because she also deserves that. I want for her to be around to watch her son become an amazing pro hero and influence him the way she did when he was little. I just want to take her in my arms and protect her from her awful husband. I can’t stress this enough, Rei was a victim and was not abusive. She is a loving and caring mother who reached her breaking point at an unfortunate time. But she is doing better and I am so happy for her. 

endeav*r: Burn in hell, you fucking bastard. He doesn’t deserve redemption. He has done so much damage to his own family for YEARS. He is abusive, negligent, self-centered, and doesn’t care about them. He only cares about his stupid ass unrealistic obsessive goal, and it led him to hurt his entire family. For years. He deemed 3 of his children failures and favored his youngest as the golden child, and he didn’t even see Shouto as a person. He saw him as a tool, he called him his masterpiece as if he were a work of art or some shit, not a person with feelings and emotions and thoughts of his own. He punched a five year old in the stomach to ‘toughen him up’!!! Shouto was throwing up, crying, and curling in pain on the floor and he still wanted him to get up and fight him, a grown ass man that was like 10 times his own size. As if it weren’t enough, he bought Rei to marry her. And hit her if she got in the way of his ‘trining’. He drove her crazy. He had 3 kids before Shouto and pushed them aside. He drove one of them to villainy. How do you fuck up a child so badly that he becomes a villain??? Holy shit!!!! Fuyumi and Natsuo hate him (just because Fuyumi is a sweet angel princess that did nothing wrong doesn’t mean she doesn’t hate her father. She is just trying to salvage what little she can to meet her own happiness) because he didn’t care about them and he abused their sibling and mother in front of them. He is an asshole. He is a horrible person who took way too fucking long to realize what he was doing was wrong. He is what we say in Spanish, a maniac. Maniacal. Insane. He is the one that deserves to go to jail for all of his bullshit. He deserves all of the disrespect he gets because he’s earned it. I don’t care how amazing of a hero he is. He is a terrible human being that should burn in his own quirk. Fuck him.  

[wheremytwinwatches]

[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 40

Last time: Our protagonists put on a play for Kimblee, Yoki actually proved to be useful, and Al lost his map. Onwards!

Really digging the new intro. And hey, just noticed that Al’s still got his “hair” cut short from his run-in with Buccy’s chainsaw. Continuity! Hey, you’re the Central jerks who told Armstrong the Great to go south while you took her chair! Boo! I mean yeah, she did kill Raven like you suspect, but he totally deserved it! In Central Armstrong the Great’s walking along when she oh ho! She’s run into her rival, Colonel Roy Mustang!

They snark at each other for a bit, although Armstrong the Great’s not that wrong when she accuses him of getting the post for being “well-connected”. Further attempts at flirting are shot down (she’s both an Armstrong and lives in freezing weather conditions, do not offer to buy her food if you value your bank account), as well as a final attempt to pass off his Flower Mountain. Oh yeah, she should visit her grandmother while she’s here! Here we go, Fuhrer King Bradley vs Major-General Armstrong the Great. He gets right down to it, demanding to know what she’s done with Raven. Knowing she can’t completely lie, Armstrong the Great plays it off as doing Bradley a service, cutting down a blabbermouth who spilled all sorts of secrets like immortality, the plan of the country, and Bradley’s true nature. And knowing all of that, she still came within striking distance of this monster. Because heck, she hears that there’s an empty General’s chair… Wow. Ok, that’s badass. From being summoned for killing one of Bradley’s men, she’s spun this into a seat of power to strike against the Goths. Sure, she has to play along for now, and put her troops in the center of the trap, but damn if I’m not impressed. You go, Ice Queen. Slightly less impressed with Bradley though, while he’s normally all composed and menacing he’s gone all Glowing Red Eye and Smirking At Wordplay here. Still better than Kimblee. Anyways, give it up for General Armstrong! While she’s in Central, her troops are still up north, glaring at those pompous Central officers swanning around like they own the place. Pfft. Their boss might not be in the area, but the soldiers of Fort Briggs still act as one, and when the moment comes to do more than glare at the Centries’ backs… [Buccy]: “From here on, the bears will fight the tigers.” Episode 40 - “Homunculus (The Dwarf in the Flask)” ...ok, I was misled before with thinking “The First Homunculus” would be about Uncle, but second time’s the charm! Gimme Big Bad Backstory! Hey Riza! Hope you’re feeling better after that run-in with the creepy kid. Still have that cut on your cheek? Roy takes a seat at her table and damnit Bradley, why’d you have to go and split up the power couple, with the whole hostage situation hanging over their heads it’s just awkward work conversation with hardly any good banter. I mean, all Riza can say is that Roy is a slacker, I know she’s got way better insults than that. Yeah, especially after the Selim encounter she has to be careful what she says. But she taps her mug to get Roy’s attention? Twice? And the Plotting Music has started up as Roy double-taps his own pen, and oh my Leto they’re talking in code yes. Now Roy’s in a bathroom going over his papers, listing off oh I see, the code is she says a name and he uses the first letter. Clever! Roy’s listing off the names, starts getting shocked as he goes along… yup, I’d say that SELIM BRADLEY IS HOMUNCULUS is something to get shocked over. Roy immediately destroys the paper, wondering what the heck’s about to happen in Central. Down below Uncle’s lounging in his Pipe Chair, taking a nap? Uncle Flashback! To a young man, being yelled at by an electronic voice? Looks like a guy in ratty clothes with a broom, an Alchemist’s Apprentice?

And there’s a bottled-up flask with a shifting black cloud inside, I’m guessing that’s the titular Homunculus. Flask seems disappointed that Apprentice isn’t shocked at being talked to, but is pleased at the lack of fear. Apprentice is apparently #23, oh so he’s a Homunculus working for the Alchemist. Or a slave? So wait, is Apprentice human? Flask is explaining what “deeded” means, says that Apprentice isn’t very bright and wonders how he was born “from someone as stupid as you”. Ok, so the Alchemist used some of Apprentice’s blood in an experiment, that created Flask. Flask is grateful, and decides to give Apprentice a name. Something noble-sounding, but not too complicated for his stupid little brain… how about Von Hohenheim? Oooh, so we’re getting Beard backstory which should lead into Uncle backstory. Hmmm. I see what you’re doing Flask, offering to teach Beardless, raise him up from his life as a slave. I mean yeah, slavery is awful and everything, but I’m getting the distinct impression that your goals aren’t exactly Good. The little arms and Red Eye and manic grin you’re sporting aren’t helping your case, either. [Flask]: “I’ll tell you what, Von Hohenheim, you can call me “The Dwarf In The Flask”, Homunculus.” Eh, I think I’ll stick with Flask for now. Time is passing, suns and moons flying past an hourglass that’s picked up by Beardless while a man in blue robes scribbles away in the background. There’s talk about how All Things Are One, Beardless standing on a cliff with Blue Robe to the side carrying Flask. Wait, is he giving Alchemy lessons to Beardless? For a guy who has numbered slaves to do the drudge work, that’s a surprising act. Unless this is just so Beardless can be a more effective worker for him, so jury is still out on Blue Robe. Beardless seems to impress his boss by talking about how if All is outside the One then it is Nothing or somesuch, Blue Robe says he passed and that Von Hoenheim is now an Alchemist. Really? You give your slave lessons and name him your equal? I really don’t know what to make of Blue Robe. Regardless, Beardless is humble and says he’s still only a servant. Flask chuckles at that. Later Beardless is thanking Flask for his life being improved with the knowledge the Homunculus gave him, earning his Master’s respect. Heck, maybe he’ll even get a girlfriend one day! Flask mocks humanity needing to procreate in order to continue existing, Beardless argues that it’s the bonds of friends and family that people live for. That leads to the question of what makes Flask happy. [Flask]: “Well… I’d hate to be guilty of asking too much, but I think I’d be happy if I could just leave this flask…” Mid-ep pictures of a scuffed-up Beardless (Slave Number 32) wielding a stick, and The Little One Inside The Flask with his huge grin.

Uh oh, creepy music in a darkened hall. Flask is resting on a cloth stand, asking why “someone with so much power and prosperity” would need immortality. Uh oh. Blue Robe snaps at Flask to mind his manners when in front of royalty, seems the noble that Blue Robe works for wants to be immortal. Blue Robe even threatens to smash Flask’s flask (so would that set them free or kill them?), but Flask talks back saying that he wouldn’t dare destroy such a source of knowledge. King certainly looks old enough that mortality is a pressing concern, he demands the secret from Flask who remarks on the age of the King of Xerxes- oh dear, that’s a name that we recognize. So for one we know that this will not end well for the kingdom, and also GOOD LETO Beard is freaking old if he’s from the Precursor civilization to our modern characters! So I think it’s safe to say that the little black-and-red grinning ball of smoke is Evil, it looks like the King’s ordered his people to dig “irrigation canals” all around the country. No sooner do they go to bed after a hard day of standing around and talking about how awesome their King is, that a bunch of soldiers come riding in and slaughter the workers to “carve out a crest of blood”. Dude, not cool. Later Beardless is carrying Flask around as townsfolk murmur about how villages have been getting wiped out, Beardless remarks that it’s an awful tragedy. [Flask, being totally sincere]: “Yeah, real tragic.” A couple more slaughtered villages later, an hourglass runs out and the King is woken up by Blue Robe, along with another Robe Alchemist and Slave Number 32 who is now rocking the Beard. The King just snarks that the TC took long enough. Time to get some immortality all up in this royalty! (Gee, I wonder if it’ll work…) The ceremony begins, the King giving some blood to an urn ask Beard looks on in awe, so happy to see his ruler achieve immortality oh gosh look at all that black smoke and red lighting, looks like things aren’t working out so well. Spindly black arms rise up from the ground to freak out the Xerxians in the circle, the King has just enough time to realize that this isn’t immortality before he and his flunkies start dying. Turns out the real center of the circle is where Flask and Beard are, Flask used the blood of his blood-brother to open the doorway for both of them. A great eye appears below a shocked Beard before enveloping him and growing to encompass the entire city, dozens of giant shadow arms erupting across a screaming nation before they descend on the eye. In the Whitespace Flask and Beard are Deconstructed and the light show ends. In the morning, Beard wakes up next to a broken flask, calling out for his Majesty and his Master before stumbling outside to a city of corpses. [Beard]: “Somebody… there must be someone left…” [Uncle]: “It’s no use. All of their souls have been taken from them.” Beard thinks that the one standing above him is his King and bows, but looks up to see his own face. Uncle says that he created a body using Beard’s blood, now he can walk on his own two legs. [Uncle]: “To thank you for your blood, I’ve given you a name, and I’ve given you knowledge. And now, I’ve given you a body that will live forever.” Yup. Beard’s immortal, carrying half of all the souls of Xerxes in his body. You know, I can kind of understand why he calls himself a monster now. Beard springs back to the waking world on a train, seems he dozed off. So where are you heading now? Finally going to join your boys and be useful, or are you still kicking around Amestris doing whatever it is you do? Ooh! Teacher! Looks like Izumi and Sig are on the same train as Beard! Wait, have they ever met before? Ok, Teacher’s talking about how she finally gets to meet Papa Elric, and Beard finally gets to meet the teacher of his sons. Uh oh, Izumi’s having some stomach problems, Sig goes to get her medicine before Beard offers to take a look. Right, he’s got his Philosopher’s Stone blood, he can patch her up. Sig is sent to “get a car” so he can talk to Teacher privately, he confirms that she’s seen the Truth and she sacrificed her internal organs. Ok, now he can WHAT WHAT NONONONONONONONONONONONONONO BEARD WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST STABBED TEACHER WHAT THE FUCK I FINALLY SETTLED ON YOU BEING A GOOD GUY (barring you abandoning your family) BUT NOW YOU’RE KILLING OFF THOSE WHO HAVE SEEN THE TRUTH IS YOUR PLAN SERIOUSLY TO KILL OFF UNCLE’S POTENTIAL SACRIFICES SO HE CAN’T USE THEM FUCK THAT, FUCK YOU, KICK HIS ASS SIG wait Teacher is ok? She’s breathing easier? There’s no wound? Ah. Ok, well aside from Beard’s deplorable bedside manner and scaring the living daylights out of me, he’s done a good thing. He apparently can’t replace Teacher’s injuries as they were “a testament to her sin” (so is that the reason you haven’t fixed your kids yet with your Philosopher Blood?), but he did rearrange her organs to allow better blood flow. [Teacher]: “You’re the boy’s father, but who… who are you?” [Beard]: “Who am I? I am a Philosopher's Stone, in the form of a man. That’s what I am.” Post credits has Ed explaining Philosopher’s Stones to Sideburns, who’s skeptical about so much power being held in such a small package. Ed says he’s never seen a Stone larger than that, to make one you’d have to kill thousands. Cue image of Beard eating dinner with the Curtises. [Ed]: “Maybe it’s possible, but I would never want to see it.”

[rubyscloud9]

fight the feelings- m.

park jinyoung x reader (requested)

summary: jinyoung finds himself on the wrong side of town, but you, a member of a gang since childhood, help him through, and he begins to feel connected to you. he wants to learn how to fight like you, so you teach him but jinyoung winds up falling for you, and no matter what you say to him, he doesn’t want to escape the danger you come with.

you were leisurely walking through the streets of the city, feet dragging heavily behind you as you as you watched the pastel blue of the sky burn to a deep orange, flecked with yellows and pinks. letting out a sigh, you ran to catch up with your gang.

you’d never known a life outside of your gang. but being the only female, and also the youngest, only 23, you were treated well. you were a respected attribute to the gang. you were kind of born into it really, your mom ended up marrying the leader of the ahgase gang, and once you were old enough to choose your path in life, you chose to join them. and you didn’t regret it. it taught you to be tough, and to rely on yourself, something that made you feel powerful.

“you good?” jaebum asked with a smile.

“yeah, just hella tired man.” you smiled back sleepily, face scrunching up as the reaction to the silent yawn you could no longer hold back. as you walked, everything was peaceful, which was pretty unusual honestly.

until you saw a man, about your age, up against a building, being the vessel for the punches being laid on him. you’d thought maybe he was just some shitty guy, he deserved it, until you saw the green bandanas incorporated in the men’s outfit and realized it was your rival gang who was beating this man up. you practically jumped into an intense roundhouse kick, knocking one of the guys to ground, and sweeping the other to the floor with you foot. you pounced onto one, landing jab after jab to him, blood practically exploding from his face, he visibly laid his fist on the ground and tapped out, scrambling off the floor and running away, an easy win really. but the man who you’d swept to the floor got back up, pressing you to the wall instead, wrapping his hand around your throat and attempting to squeeze the breath out of you. with all the breath you had to spare, you looked over to the man who’d been getting beaten.

“i don’t know who the hell you are, but you need to get the fuck out of here. run!” you beckoned him away and he sprinted off, not looking back. you began to squirm in your rivals grasp, attempting to break free, but he only squeezed your throat tighter, and you felt like your windpipe was being crushed.

you were progressively getting weaker, and you felt like you had no escape, until you used the last ounce of strength in your body, and landed a front kick to his upper stomach. his hand fell away from your throat as he doubled over in pain, and even though you were faint and couldn’t breathe, you went into a series of front kicks, stomp kicks, roundhouse kicks, and somehow you’d gathered up just enough energy to perform your specialty; the flying kick. your foot made contact with his face and you heard a sick crack in the air, your victory song. you looked down and the floor was drenched in blood and even dotted with a few teeth. you couldn’t take the time to admire your handiwork, because the sound of heavy boots running away filled the air. “stay the fuck away from here!” you yelled, still unable to catch your breath. you took a step forward, and suddenly your body gave out from the previous lack of oxygen, but you fell into a pair of strong arms and inhale the familiar scent of your friend.

“jaebum, how much did you see?” you slurred, relaxing against his chest.

“all of it. the rest ran back home, we gotta get you back to hq too, so you can rest.” he explained, lifting your body upright and slinging you over his shoulder as he walked back to the hq, hidden deep in a jumble of buildings.

after a few days you’d gotten your full strength back. the gang was on a mission that they wanted you to sit out of, and even though that disappointed you, you could have a day for yourself. you threw on a leather jacket, white v-neck shirt, grey ripped jeans and your lucky combat boots, not forgetting to tuck your royal blue bandana deep into the pocket of your jacket. you walked out of the hq and decided to take a walk around the city, the weather was perfect. the sun sending comforting beams of heat down to the earth, and the slight wind blowing kept the heat from being overwhelming.

when you were walking, you came across a face that looked oddly familiar to you. you pondered where you saw him, and then it clicked. he was the guy who was getting beat up. he had an almost fully healed bruise under his eye and a few red patches on his face that had almost faded back to his normal skin tone. he was tapping his foot and scrolling through something on his phone, until he looked up and his eyes widened.

“oh my gosh, aren’t you the girl who saved me from those guys? i’ve been looking everywhere for you! i kept coming over here and i didn’t ever find you!” he was borderline ecstatic, while you were beyong confused.

“woah, woah, woah, woah hold on what? you’ve been, trying to find me? i don’t even know your name!” you spoke, exasperated.

“well, first of all, i’m park jinyoung, and you are?” he asked, shoving his hand in your direction.

“i’m (y/n).” you shook his hand. “now what do you mean you were looking for me?”

“exactly what i said! i’ve been looking for you! i’ve been wanting to say thank you first of all, so, thank you for helping me out. i also wanted to ask you something.” jinyoung figeted with his hands.

“okay, you’re welcome, but you have to get out of here, why are you even here anyways?” you really didn’t want him to be here, you knew it wasn’t safe for him.

“my favorite takeout joint is on this side of the city.” he explained, shrugging.

“that’s valid. but still, not safe. now what’s the question?” you asked.

“can you teach me how to fight like you? you’re a badass! i wanna defend myself like that if i’m ever in a situation like that again.” he asked, and you pondered it.

“shit, i mean sure. i’m free pretty much this whole week, my gang is doing a mission without me.” you gave jinyoung a small smile.

“gang?” he questioned.

“yeah.” you replied simply, pulling your bandana out just enough so he could see it, before hastily shoving it back down into your pocket.

“don’t gangs like, um, shoot people?” jinyoung asked, obviously nervous.

“i mean yeah, but don’t worry. i don’t really use weapons. i’m a black belt in karate.” you reassured.

“can you teach me what you know?” jinyoung asked again.

“what’s in it for me?” you popped your hip out, tapping your foot. this guy in front of you was nice, but damn was he naive.

“i’ll get you some takeout, and a free ride back to my house.” jinyoung offered.

“you know what, park jinyoung? we have a deal.” you smiled coyly, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the takeout place, not noticing how his cheeks tinted pink when he felt your slightly rough skin against his smooth skin.

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you had eaten the takeout that he graciously paid for, and now you were back at his house. you were standing in his backyard, preparing to show him how to fight.

“catch!” you yelled, throwing your jacket at him. he caught it without missing a beat and set it on a bench. “okay, so i’m just going to assume you know how to karate chop. you just strike downward or upward at a slight angle.” you spoke.

“yeah.” he said, demonstrating one. you hummed in approval.

“if you want to actually strike with a punch, keep it straight out. you can do an uppercut or something like that, but in karate punches are more traditionally struck straight forward. you’ve ever seen those people break wooden boards and cinderblocks? you have to strike straight on, aim for the middle of your target, and strike with power. you have anything you wanna try on?” you asked, then showed him a proper punch.

“i’ve got a shit ton of broken down cardboard boxes in my shed, lemme grab them.” he ran, over to the shed, and returned with almost a million pieces of cardboard to test on, flashing you a smile that caused a slight pang in your heart.

“alright, i’ll hold it up, don’t worry about hitting me, just give it your all.” you smiled, and he breathed deeply, his eyed shutting for a quick second before striking, but his punch went slightly downward from the slight lack of power in it, and it didn’t even dent the cardboard.

“aw.” he looked dejected.

“hey, don’t worry about it, man.” you clapped a hand over his shoulder awkwardly. “it was only your first try, lemme help you. you’ll get it.” you walked over behind him, softly kicking his feet further apart from each other to put him in the proper stance. then, you trailed one hand down his arm, grasping his forearm. shit, his skin was really soft and smooth wow.

“oh god.” he breathed nervously.

“hey dude, you gotta calm down. you’re only learning.” you reassured him. “now i’m gonna guide you into a punching motion, you should feel how much power should be in the punch. it won’t hit straight on if it’s not sharp and powerful.” you explained, suddenly thrusting his hand foreward quickly, the air whooping slightly.

“wow.” jinyoung’s eyes went wide.

“felt that?” you asked smiling. he nodded, eyes bewildered at the fact that he was capable of moving so powerfully. “wanna try again?”

“yes.” jinyoung responded. you picked up the cardboard again, placing it in front of you.

“remember, aim for the center, put force into it.” you reminded, nodding as a way to tell him that you were ready when he was. he took another breath, then suddenly struck, a hole forming in the center of the cardboard.

“i did it!” he cheered.

“hell yeah you did!” you gave him a high five. you had ended up teaching him a lot of upper body techniques for fighting, and he actually caught on quick, being able to learn a lot. you only stopped when the evening sky started to morph into the beautiful, burning sunset. being chivalrous, jinyoung drove you home, and promised to pick you back up again around the same time for more lessons.

by day 4, you had begun to work on kicks. not only that, but you’d gotten closer. jinyoung was beginning to make your heart flutter, and you were beginning to realize the lingering stares he gave to you. he had a sweet personality and was easy to talk to, and was shockingly good at karate for only having started. he’d mastered the front kick and the stomp kick, but was having trouble with the roundhouse.

“god, how do you even angle your body for this?” jinyoung pinched the bride of his nose in frustration. you chuckled slightly, walking up behind him.

“here let me help.” you said, your hands shaking as you placed them on his slim hips. that’s never happened before, you thought. “okay do your kick, not too high yet.” you instructed. he kicked at about a forty-five degree angle, and you twisted his hips to follow the direction of his leg. “see, it’s not a big twist, just let your body follow where your leg is going, okay?” you explained, still kind of shaky and nervous, the feeling rising as he gave you an appreciative smile.

“okay, i’ll do one now.” he announced, before executing a near perfect roundhouse kick. his leg hadn’t gone as high as yours can, but his form was now perfect.

“good job. hey, lemme show you something cool.” you said, walking over to the other side of the backyard, grabbing wooden boards you’d covertly placed against the wall of the shed. “hold these for me, two at a time, and try to pick them up fast.” you demanded in a soft voice.

“okay.” he said holding up two of them. then, you’d began to chop and kick the boards, one classic punch, a front kick, two roundhouses consecutively, another front kick, another punch, then, you backed up quickly and performed a flying kick at the last board, snapping it in half valiantly.

“there.” you were breathing slightly heavy. “i haven’t tried to break boards in a long time.” you stared down at all the broken pieces of wood, feeling accomplished.

“god, you’re a badass! that was so cool!” jinyoung cooed. “you know what, you’re really pretty too...” he trailed off, blushing.

“ah, jinyoung, don’t be that way. i’m dangerous. i’m too dangerous for you, you know that right?” your eyes met his and he was unresponsive. “ugh, whatever, i’ll see you tomorrow.” you began walking away, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by your emotions and the realization that the constant darkness looming over you could taint such a sweet guy.

“hey don’t you want a ride? that’s like a thirty minute walk.” jinyoung yelled after you.

“it’s a beautiful night. good job today jinyoung, i’ll see you tomorrow.” you trudged out of his yard and back to the hq, feeling constricted by your sudden emotions for jinyoung.

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on the seventh day, the last day of your free week, you’d come over early so you could help him perfect a few techniques. you had planned a fight so jinyoung could test out his skills. he seemed nervous today because of that realization clouded his brain.

“hey, jinyoung, you know we don’t have to fight, right? you could just show me everything i’ve taught you in a sequence or something so i can see what you know.” you suggested, wrapping him into a back hug. you’d both became a little touchier with each other over the past two days. it was refreshing for you but also frustrating all at once because you knew you couldn’t get too close to his heart.

“no, no i want to do this, i want to fight, but it’s like, what if i’m way worse than you?” he spoke with an anxious tone.

“well, jinyoung, of course you’re not going to be at my level, i mean i’ve been a black belt for over half of my life, but i don’t doubt that you’ll put up a good fight. you’ve caught on really fast and most of your techniques are near perfect. the only thing i think you’ll have some trouble with is coming up with combos and sequences that counter what i’m doing. you’re going to be great!” you encouraged him. shockingly, he reached down and petted your head, and silently prayed that he enjoyed the feeling of your locks fleeting through his long fingers.

“thanks, sweetheart. oh shit, didn’t mean to say that!” he blushed. you just grinned at him and fought off the blush that you were about to develop. “um, hey um, can we do the fight now? i think i’m ready.” he spoke, probably trying to change the subject and dispose of his nerves as quickly as possible.

“oh yeah, of course!” you were somewhat shocked at the sudden proposal of the fight, but stood your ground anyway, taking on a fighting stance once you moved to the grass. “you can countdown if you want, i want you to be ready.” you suggested. then, jinyoung took an audible deep breath.

“five... four... three... two... one... go!” jinyoung yelled, running at you, attempting a punch but you ducked under him, knocking him on his behind with a clean foot sweep. he managed to get up pretty fast though, and blocked your roundhouse kick. suddenly, he landed a strong kick to your stomach. a panicked look shot across his face as he thought he might have hurt you, but you just rebutted his worry with a smirk, you were used to this. you’d even fought your friends before. jaebum and you had frequently indulged in fights just to blow off steam, never really hurting each other too much, but not holding back too much either.

you attempted another roundhouse, this time kicking jinyoung in the shoulder, relatively hard. a pained look painted his features, but he kept fighting, so you knew it was all okay. he landed a swift punch to your chest, and swept you to the floor with his foot. you got up and repeated the moves that worked against the other for a while, before jinyoung accidentally punched you right in the face. he gasped, looking fearful at what he’d done, but you ignored it, running at him with your favorite flying kick that sent him tumbling to the ground and causing him to tap out at the sudden sharp burst of pain he felt.

“i win.” you smirked, reaching down to him and helping him up, ignoring the blood that had started gushing out of your nose and onto your shirt, and the throbbing in your cheek that would surely become a dark bruise. “i didn’t hurt you to bad did i?” you asked, after he winced while taking a step.

“no, actually, except for that flying kick of yours.” he laughed, but then the concerned look came over him again. “but oh my god, look at you, i’m so fucking sorry!” he exclaimed.

“hey man, it’s okay. nothing i haven’t been through before.” you patted him on the shoulder. “good fight.”

“good fight.” he repeated. “you wanna come inside so you can stop the bleeding? ill give you a new shirt too.” jinyoung suggested and you nodded following him inside and to the kitchen, immediately pinching your nose to stop the bleeding and grabbed a few paper towels to wipe the dripping blood away. you tended to your nose until it stopped bleeding, and then he handed you a shirt from his closet. it was huge, and it smelled like him and you fought off a smile over it. “the bathroom is down that back hall on the left, you can go change your shirt and i’ll wash yours.”

“okay, thanks, jinyoung.” you replied, wiping the last bit of dried blood off of your nose and walking to the bathroom. as you changed, you didn’t allow your mind to fully submerge itself in how much more the shirt smelled like his usual cologne now that it was warmly enveloping you. ignoring the feelings it gave you, you walked out of the bathroom, and sat down on jinyoung’s couch.

“you sure you’re okay?” jinyoung was now behind you, massaging your shoulders.

“mhmm. why are you doing that?” you reached up to lightly graze his hand.

“you’ve worked so hard this week helping me, and i’ve hurt you. you deserve it.” jinyoung smiled, coming around the couch to sit next to you. “you still look really pretty, even with a bruise forming.” he noted, lightly brushing his thumb over the gradually darkening area, showing affection without hurting you.

“jinyoung, what did i say about all that? do i have to say it again? don’t get attached to me, i’m dangerous.” you sighed, wishing your heart would just give up and let him in.

“do i have to say it again that i don’t care?” he replied cooly, but you could see his composure breaking.

“you never even said that th-“ you were cut off.

“yeah, i did. i whispered it right after you walked out of my yard. because it’s true! i don’t fucking care that you say you’re dangerous! you saved my life, and now you’ve been kind enough to teach me how to defend myself. you make me feel confident when you praise what i do, and my heart absolutely explodes when you smile. don’t you get it (y/n)? i don’t care who you are, i don’t care where you come from, or what lifestyle you have, i just really fucking like y-“ he was the one being cut off now. you decided to be bold and softly press your lips against his. then, all too quickly, you pulled away and basically crashed your foreheads together.

“okay, i get it, and i-i like you too. but don’t get mad when i let you into my heart and you hate it.” you said bluntly. “i’m never gonna be your cute, sweet little babygirl, anyone’s for that matter. i’m tough, and i’m in a gang, and i’m pretty independent, and i strike when i’m provoked. i’m never gonna be a little darling house wife cooking and cleaning and taking care of babies. i want to be out in the world, i just wanna run and explore and adventure til my heart’s content. and i, i’m never gonna leave the gang. they’re my family, my best friends, and i don’t want you to worry about me because of that. i’ll let you into my heart, but you might be disappointed.” at this point you were choking back sobs, and praying the tears that had pooled in your eyes wouldn’t spill over.

“like i said, i don’t care. i like you for you. you don’t have to be a sweet, girly, cookie cutter, house wife (y/n). because you’re the tough, independent, strong, cunning, gang member (y/n) that saved me, and taught me, and is stealing my heart. and i wouldn’t want it any other way.” he spoke, his fingers brushing away the tears that ended up spilling despite your efforts.

“r-really?” you asked.

“yes.” he responded. “now, you went through all that trouble to help me learn something, let me make it up to you.” a dark glint was now in his eyes.

“w-what do you m-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence as he picked you up bridal style and smashing his lips against yours, taking you to his bedroom. he laid you down and reattached your lips together, his hands running down your sides and you shivered. he detached his lips from yours and smirked at your reaction, before dipping his head back down and pressing soft, tender kisses to the area he accidentally punched, and you swore you’d never felt so much love. he also placed a quick peck on the tip of your nose, before his lips dragged down to your neck, almost immediately finding your sweet spot. you gasped and involuntarily brought your hands up to lace through his hair.

“is this okay (y/n)?” jinyoung asked, bringing you back into reality.

“yes, more than okay.” you smiled. he smiled back before bringing his lips back down to your neck, his hands curling themselves in the hem of the shirt you were wearing.

“you look so good in my shirt, but i think you’d look better with it off.” he said, winking cheesily, and causing a laugh to erupt from you. he reached his hands up a little to pull it off, but you beat him to it, removing the shirt and throwing somewhere on the floor. he frowned over not getting to do the honors, but then quickly his eyes went wide as he took in your bra clad chest. “wow, (y/n) you’re so beautiful.” jinyoung awed, his hands moving around your torso and to the clasp of your bra, and gave you a questioning look.

“go ahead.” you smiled, your eyes half lidded and hazy, heat making its way between your legs only from the soft feeling of his lips and the looks he was giving you. the second he pulled it off and added it to the pile of clothes forming, he brought his hands up to brush his fingers over your chest, one finger circling your right nipple and you let out a breath whine, moving your hands around his neck to have him closer.

“aw, you’re so sensitive.” he remarked sweetly, pulling away slightly to remove his shirt and shorts, and you didn’t even have time to admire his body before he pulled you in for another sweet kiss, but the kiss soon grew hot as he swiped his tongue over the seam of your lips, before you parted them and allowed your tongues to clash together. jinyoung placed his hand on the back of your head to pull you in closer, and his other hand began to give your nipples attention again.

you moaned into the kiss and pulled away, needing to breathe, and to admire jinyoung’s body. your breath hitches as you took him in. he wasn’t super muscular but he was toned and fit and he looked absolutely breath taking. you ran a finger down his torso, tracing imaginary lines, and let out a soft chuckle as you looked at him, head thrown back and eyes shut.

“you’re not so bad yourself, jinyoung.” you kissed him, running your hands down his shoulders and over his arms, and back up again. you felt like you were in heaven right now, and you wanted more. suddenly, you stood up, daringly removing every piece of clothing you had left. you were completely bare in front of him, and you blushed a little, but it also ignited a fire in your core. you were one step closer to getting what you wanted, what you needed.

“how are you so perfect, (y/n)?” jinyoung gave you a once over, and smirked. “lay down babe, i still owe you my thanks.” he motioned towards the best and a frisson of excitement dancing down your spine as you laid down on the bed. he parted your thighs with his hands and looked down to your most intimate area. you felt the need to close your legs as a sudden bout of shyness coursed through your veins, but jinyoung had a strong grip on them.

“jinyoung, do something.” you whined as the heat within you blazed hotter.

“anything for you, baby.” he replied and suddenly you felt a finger brushing your folds. you moaned louder than you should’ve, but you couldn’t find it in you to be ashamed. he kept teasing you, brushing the tip of his finger over your folds, and you couldn’t take it. you needed more.

“jinyoung.” your voice was a breathless whine, and your body was trying grind against him to feel even the slightest bit of friction.

“shh, shh, i’ve got you.” he reassured, immediately dipping one finger inside you, and groaning. “you’re so wet already, is this all for me?” his smile was cute and boyish, but his voice was cocky and seductive, and you couldn’t help but moan at the duality he had going on, and the feeling of another finger entering you.

“yes, all for you.” you couldn’t even speak straight, a moan cutting off your words. “jinyoung!” you gasped when you felt his thumb rubbing at your clit in tight circles, changing the pressures he used on your sensitive bud.

“hmm, so pretty, aren’t you?” jinyoung smirked and brought his lips back down to your sweet spot, suckling lightly, but just hard enough so he would leave a small bruise. he began to pump his fingers and rub your clit faster, and you moaned louder, your hips lifting up involuntarily, then crashing back down, your body not knowing how to cope with the waves of pleasure washing through your body.

“jinyoung, i’m gonna-“ you felt like you were on the edge, just about to fall off the precipice, but he removed his fingers from your heat, and rubbing your clit agonizingly slow, before removing the contact there, too. you pouted up at him and he laughed, bemused, but the laughter died in his throat once you palmed him through his boxer briefs. you repeated the motion and a soft groan fell from his lips before he removed the underwear and crawled closer to you. you grabbed him and stroked him, and he was slowly becoming overcome with pleasure.

“i-i don’t have a condom.” he suddenly sighed, disappointed in himself.

“i got that weird implant birth control, it’s okay.” you reassured him, capturing his lips in a quick kiss.

“one more time, you sure you want this?” jinyoung asked, rubbing himself against your wetness, and you both sighed in euphoria.

“i’m sure.” you smiled, and that was all the confirmation he needed before pushing inside you slowly, examining your face for any signs of pain or discomfort. you kissed as he bottomed out, taking a second to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. the full realization of what was happening sent a hot flare through your body, and you then begged him to move. jinyoung started out slow, moaning out about your tightness, and you smirked, kissing his flustered cheeks that were coated with a blush.

“can i go faster?” the veins in his neck were becoming more prominent as he tried to hold himself back.

“yes, please.” you moaned, splaying your hands out across his back in an attempt to somehow feel him deeper. he began to pick up his pace, and your arms tightened around his body, bracing yourself as the speed of his thrusts caused your body to bounce under him.

“god, you’re so beautiful. i swear.” jinyoung practically growled, lowering his head to take one of your hardened nipples in his mouth, sucking softly before pulling off with a pop and giving your other one the same treatment. somehow, when he pulled away from your chest, his thrusts got even faster and deeper and you couldn’t hold back the euphoric sounds escaping you, and neither could he, groaning into your ear.

“jinyoung, i’m gonna cum...” you moaned weakly, minutes later when the coil in your stomach had tightened, and felt ready to snap. jinyoung brought his hand down to your clit and rubbed furiously as his hips clashed against yours messily, signaling he was close too.

“me too.” he moaned. “come for me baby.” he commanded, and that coil unfurled upon his words, and you let out the loudest moan you had all night as your hips lifted and your thighs shook as your orgasm washed over you. he wasn’t far behind you, only needed about three more thrusts before he released, moaning into your neck and thrusting slowly to ride out the high. all too soon, he pulled out and got up, giving your forehead a quick peck before bringing over a washcloth to wipe you clean, and bringing you your clothes. you stood up slowly, putting your clothes back on and immediately falling back into bed. jinyoung did the same.

“you know tonight is my last free night.” you told him, carding your fingers through his messy hair.

“i know. when can i see you again?” he asked.

“anytime you want to. i mean, this makes you my boyfriend right? i wouldn’t want to go a long time without seeing my boyfriend.” you feigned.

“yeah, i’ll be your boyfriend.” he answered quickly, bluntly, to the question you never officially asked. you gave him a bright smile and soft peck to inaudibly voice your approval. “where can we meet up?” he asked.

“you could come to my side of town.” you suggested, smiling at the irony of telling him that now.

“oh, i thought it wasn’t safe for me there.” jinyoung spoke in a mocking voice.

“obviously you can fight.” you motioned to your face and laughed. “you can save yourself this time.” you snuggled into his chest, and he gave you a kiss on the head.

“you mean you’re not going to help me out if i get jumped again?” he asked, feigning shock.

“nah, you’re on your own this time.” you laughed, snuggling deeper into his arms, feeling more secure than you ever had before.

fin.

author’s note: happy new year! i hope you enjoyed this, i was kind of nervous writing this because it was my first request, but i hope it turned out okay. just go to my ask box to request something of your own!