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braveclementine · 4 months ago

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Good Mornin'

Warnings: 18+readersonly, doctor kink, fingering, smut, praise

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Bucky walked down the quiet street, his hands tucked in his jean pockets, looking at all of the houses as he walked by. Two young boys and a little girl were playing on their driveway, chalk in their hands. The house across from them was quiet, an American flag waving in the slight spring breeze.

The next house was also quiet, an elderly woman who he was pretty sure had been there when he'd been here the first time was watering her flowers. She saw him, lifting her hand as notice, before turning back to her flowers. Bucky had waved back, moving onto the next house.

In the end of the cul-de-sac, the house had not changed one bit. The red Japanese bush still sat, red leaves bright and full, hiding the front porch from view. The shutters were still a dark blue, matching the door, which had an Easter reef on the front of it. A bird flew from the light as he approached the front porch, where he saw the bird had made a nest.

He smiled, before turning to the blue door, lifting his hand to knock. There was no answer, which made him nervous as he stared through the glass pane. Behind the door was a small front room which contained a closet for the winter jackets and rain boots. Another door opened up into the main house.

He could see three playpens, all lined up next to each other in the living room, right in front of the fire place- which was not lit. Rue and Kisa were both standing up in their playpens, tiny hands on the edge.

Bucky tried the door knob and found it unlocked so he stepped inside, carefully making his way into the house, "Elizabeth!" He called out, looking around. The lights were off upstairs and it was quiet. There was a good smell in the air, like she had been cooking recently. Something filled with spice.

Bucky walked over to the cribs, smiling as both Kisa and Rue made grabby hands at him. Mateo was fast asleep in his playpen, wrapped up with a yellow blanket and puppy stuffy.

He scooped both of the girls up in his arms, kissing each of them on their cheeks, feeling lighter than he had all week, watching Elizabeth dance on the stage, knowing she was going home to an empty house.

Semi- empty anyways.

"Dada!" Kisa giggled, snuggling into him, while Rue shouted, "DADDY!" At the top of her lungs.

Bucky chuckled and then let out a sigh of empathy as Mateo started to stir, whimpering at the loud noise. He put Kisa and Rue back down, picking up his son, rocking him until he started to go back into his sleep.

Meanwhile, he looked around. There were books stacked up on the dining room chairs, most of them labeled SAT and ACT practice tests. They were labelled with boy names and Bucky felt a pang of sadness since they were probably what her brothers had been working on.

On the table were several newspapers with headlines like Meteorologists, Scientists say 'There is no Climate emergency', Cities at 'Breaking Point' after welcoming Illegal immigrants, and Private Property seized in Civil forfeiture often not returned. Bucky looked at who had written the newspapers and saw that it was a place out of Hong Kong called The Epoch Times.

He heard scratching noises behind him and turned to see that the kitchen had seven cages in it. Each cage held a different rabbit, making seven in total. One of the small ones, a fluffy black and white one, was standing on its back legs, paws on the edge, before coming back down again, drinking some water.

The cages were larger than he would've expected for a rabbit, in fact the largest rabbit in the back was in what looked like a dog cage that would've gone out in the backyard. He was flopped on his side, nose twitching as he slept in a patch of sunlight.

"Where's mommy?" Bucky asked softly, turning back to his daughters. Kisa didn't seem to understand what he meant and Rue frowned a little like she was concentrating. "Mommy?" Bucky asked again.

Kisa pointed out the glass doors to the solarium, which would lead to the backyard. Rue started to stomp her little feet, like she was trying to jump up and down and said, "Mama!"

Bucky smiled, putting Mateo back down in his crib so he wouldn't be disturbed, making sure that he was comfortable. Then he took each of his daughters by the hand, walking slowly with them until they were outside.

He breathed deeply, spotting Elizabeth immediately.

She looked beautiful, standing barefoot in the grass, her long brown hair swirling around her as the wind blew it around. She had a teal, plastic hamper by her feet, which she was reaching into, hanging towels up on the line. The towels were all colorful in dark greens, sky blues, navy blue, purple, and bright reds, even yellow.

She turned, looking at him and all he saw was her smiling.

He lifted both of his girls into his arms, hurrying off the back porch to go around it and join her on the other side, setting his daughters in the grass. Kisa sat down, immediately playing with a stick which Elizabeth quickly bent down, taking from her gently. Rue simply put her hand on the tree, looking up.

"Elizabeth." Bucky whispered softly, reaching out gently, before she threw herself in his arms.

"Bucky!" She giggled, leaning up and kissing his cheek. She pulled back a little and asked softly, "What are you doing here?"

Bucky chuckled out of nerves and then murmured, unable to bring himself to sing it, "To come wake you up I've been dreaming of you To come wake you up Say you want me, too Help me forget my nightmares I wanna make a real dream come true with you-"

Elizabeth's eyes pricked with tears, burying her face in his chest. "I wondered if you would understand."

"It was a toss in the air." Bucky admitted. "I felt like you wanted me to come, but I didn't know if that was just my own selfish desire. Good to see that I felt it out right."

Elizabeth smiled, pulling away, wiping her eyes. "C'mon, I'm almost done with dinner."

Bucky picked Kisa up off the grass while Elizabeth tucked the basket under her arm, taking Rue by her hand, the four of them heading back up to the house.

"Lets' be quiet, Mateo is asleep." Bucky murmured softly, opening the sliding glass door for her.

Elizabeth smiled, going upstairs to put the basket away, before coming back down. He noticed that she was wearing a slightly longer blue sundress than her previous dresses, but it still looked amazing on her. Her bump was showing more now, though he hadn't seen it on the tv and her outfits had looked amazing on her.

"Here." Elizabeth smiled, leading him into the kitchen. It was a bit of a mess, and definitely a tight squeeze with all of the cages. Elizabeth smiled apologetically. "I had to keep them in separate cages so they didn't fight and I got the biggest cages I could. I try to have one of them running around, rotating them every four hours, but with all the dance competitions, its' been hard."

"I'm sure I can watch them." Bucky said softly, seeing how curious all of the bunnies were. Well, the three large ones were still laying down, but the four small babies were standing on their hind legs like they were trying to look at him.

"That's Sushi." Elizabeth said, pointing to the largest bunny. He was white with patches of gray on him. "He's half lion-head half English lop. Trang gave him to me for my birthday. And then. . ." Her smile faded a little, coming back a little sad, "That's Checkers." She pointed to a small black and white female rabbit. "She's a female and the mother of the little babies. Sushi is the father. She was a present for my brother Danny."

She grabbed bowls out of the cupboard, putting them down on the counter and continued her introduction. "This is Da Baby, yes named after the rapper but my other brother always had that sense of humor." She laughed a little, eyes still sad. The bunny in question was another female rabbit and if Bucky dared say it, the most beautiful of them all. She had a glossy brown coat and cute little ears. She was a mini English lop.

Bucky tilted his head. "She sort've looks like that one. . . uh. . . what is it? Poke-mon?"

"Pokémon." Elizabeth smiled. "And yes, you're thinking of Eevvee. I think she does look just like her. Anyways, these four are the babies. Peanut and Oreo are both males. Margo and Bucky are both females."

Peanut looked like his father, although the gray patches on his father were black on Peanut. Oreo looked exactly like his mother in colouring with the black on both ends, white in the middle, but had the fluffy face fur from the lion-head part of his father.

"They're lion-head, english lop, dutch, tri-breds." Elizabeth explained.

Margo and Bucky were both pure black, though Margo had two white paws and a white stripe across her chest. Bucky was completely black except for one white paw.

"You named her Bucky?" Bucky asked with a grin, unable to help himself.

"Well, you know." Elizabeth blushed darkly. "She's got one white paw, the rest of her is black. You've got one metal arm, the rest of you is flesh. Do you like it?"

"I love it doll." Bucky smiled. "Do you think I could hold her?"

"No, not her." Elizabeth laughed. "She hates being held. She'll twist out of your arms, run into a corner and stomp her feet for five minutes. Peanut on the other hand, will love your attention."

Bucky chuckled as she reached into the cage, gently lifting the small white, black spotted rabbit out of his cage. Elizabeth gently helped place the rabbits front paws on Bucky's flesh shoulder, while he used his metal hand to cup his bottom paws, his flesh hand holding the rabbit close to him.

Elizabeth's eyes softened, watching him hold the rabbit. She started to ladle the food into the bowls. She quickly set the table while Bucky petted the rabbit

"Alright, put him back and wash your hands before you come out here and eat." Elizabeth said firmly as she headed back into the dining room.

Bucky laughed, putting the rabbit back in his cage carefully, locking the cage top, and washed his hands.

"It smells amazing." Bucky complimented her as he came out to join her in the dining room. All three of the little babies were up in their high chairs, very small bowls of what looked like chili in them. "They can eat this?"

"Small amounts." Elizabeth answered. "You have to cut it up real small of course, give them tiny tastes, but it's alright. This is pretty much a liquid."

"Can I help?" Bucky asked hesitantly, sitting down on the seat next to her. She turned to look at him, her face astonished.

"Of course Buck." Elizabeth said softly.

Bucky helped Elizabeth feed the kids. After Kisa grew fussy with the food, Elizabeth breast fed the kids and Bucky couldn't help but watch her. Elizabeth smirked a little.

Even though Bucky was with her, he felt desperate. He knew she could sense it as she washed the dishes after laying the kids back down in their playpens. She went out and grabbed the laundry to bring it back in. He helped her fold the towels, putting them away with her.

The night grew darker and she took Mateo and Kisa into her arms. He picked Rue up gently, following her up the stairs to the second floor, flicking on the light switch as they did so.

He followed her to where he knew her room was and found it just a little bit changed. Her bed was still in the corner of the room, pressed up against the front and side wall. All of the medals and ribbons she had won in gymnastic competitions were still hanging on the walls, trophies still on the top of her bookcase and on a small shelf above her bed.

The desk that used to sit in her room was gone, replaced by three cribs, which she laid Mateo and Kisa down in, while Bucky laid Rue down in the last one. Elizabeth smiled at Bucky, slowly undressing, grabbing her pajamas.

Bucky breathed out, seeing her smooth skin and the baby bump. He ran his hand over the baby bump, before Elizabeth turned out the light, pulling him into the bed. The bed was covered with stuffed animals and he recognized almost all of them. They were all of the ones that he'd gotten her throughout the years at HYDRA. She had kept all of them. The only one he thought was missing was the Penguin Pillow Pet, because it was at the tower in her room.

The bed was small, only meant for one person, but they made it work, his arms wrapped tightly around her as she slept with her face pressed against his chest.

"Doll, I love you so much." Bucky whispered softly against her hair.

"I love you too Bucky." Elizabeth whispered softly.

"God I've missed you calling me Bucky." He smiled a little. "You called me James for so long while your memories. . ."

Elizabeth laughed a little, snuggling into him. "I will forever call you Bucky. You don't have to worry about that."

Bucky hummed softly, hugging her tighter. "Doll. . . have you been okay? Really?"

She was silent for a little bit. "Yes. . . for the most part. I love being here but its' also hard. Everything reminds me of my brothers and my dad and. . . and even my mom. I mean. . . I know she loved me, truly. I know everything she did, she thought she was doing for me, to protect me, to make me stronger."

Tears fell down her cheeks. "It's so hard because when I didn't have all my memories, I just understood she was HYDRA and that meant she was bad. But with every memory uncovered now. . . I think I actually miss her. She was loving. I- I miss her tucking me in." A small sob escaped Elizabeth's mouth. Bucky tightened his arms around her, letting her cry into his chest.

"I can see the ghosts now." Elizabeth whispered against his chest. "They come and go, they don't always stay. But they're all happy, they're all together. My brothers and father and mother. . . It's kind've nice to see them like that."

"I'm glad." Bucky whispered softly, wondering in the back of his head if he'd ever be able to talk to his sister or mother again. He knew Tony had gotten to speak to his father for a short period of time. "Doll?"

"Hmm?" She asked sleepily.

"I just. . ." He hesitated and then changed his mind. He would ask that question later. He didn't want to ruin his visit, though he was worried if she was really ready to be around him and the others. Then, he remembered that she must be ready if she was meeting up with the others to choreograph dances. "I love you."

He could feel her smiling into his chest as she sleepily murmured, "I love you too."

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"He just left?" Tony demanded at breakfast the next morning while Penny silently burped Chamber. He was glaring angrily at Steve, who was fixing a coffee for himself, looking tired.

"Yes." Steve sighed, running a hand over his face. "He said he wanted to check something and I let him go."

"Where do you think he went?" Sam asked, looking worried and a little hurt. Nat squeezed his shoulder softly.

"I don't know." Steve murmured. "He was acting a little weird last night, very anxious. I think he just needed to get out for a little bit. So I let him. Whatever he needs."

Sam nodded, but Tony didn't look as lenient. "Someone should've gone with him."

"Let him have some space." Vision spoke up from where he was helping Wanda cook breakfast. "It's been a hard couple of months for him."

"And you can't disagree with Visions logic because you created him." Stephen smirked, kissing Tony's cheek. "I know we're worried about James, but Vision is right."

Tony huffed, finally sitting down at the table, lifting Long into his arms to feed him. "I just don't want him to get hurt."

"I know." Clint said, rubbing his shoulder. "He'll be fine."

Thor walked into the kitchen at that moment with Sif, Hogun, Fandral, Volstagg, and Heimdall. Penny immediately noticed they were all dressed in Asgardian combat armor and she saw Lokis' eyes narrow.

"Where are you going?" Pietro asked with a frown.

"Asgard." Thors' voice rumbled deeply. "Heimdall said he saw an attack on the castle so we're going to fight."

"We can come." T'Challa offered.

"That's what she said." Tony, Pietro, and Scott muttered at the same time. Stephen smacked Tony in the back of the head while Wanda hit Pietro over the head with a wooden spoon. Hope just stomped on Scotts' foot.

"We're heading out now." Thor said, kissing the back of Pennys' head, before kissing Chambers' forehead. The Asgardians moved along the kitchen, saying their quick good-byes. Pennys' stomach felt weird and she pushed her food away.

Loki got up from the table, his Asgardian uniform appearing on him. He quickly kissed Stephen and Tony, saying, "I'm joining."

"Good to have you brother." Thor said.

Penny hugged Loki tightly as he kissed her lips and then they were leaving the kitchen, heading out the door. After three minutes, they heard the sound of the Bifrost and the flash of light was bright outside the windows.

Tony stood up without another word, stalking out of the kitchen. Steve groaned, leaving as well, Sam quickly following after him.

"I'm exhausted, I'm going to catch a nap." Penny murmured, standing up. Rhodey took Chamber from her and she went out to the living room, flopping down on the couch, drifting off to sleep, worried about Bucky, Thor and Loki.

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Two days had passed and neither Bucky nor the Asgardians had returned. Bucky had called to let Steve know that he was fine, just needed some time, and that he would see everyone soon. Penny could tell that Steve and Sam were both worried about him, but trusting him that he was, indeed, fine.

They were excited to see what todays dances would be, and it seemed like they were songs from other countries. A lot of K-pop music and dances were performed and the Ohioan team danced to BOOMBAYAH.

However, as they slowly turned into different songs, there was a song that Penny didn't recognize, but it sounded beautiful. Penny thought the language might have been French, but she couldn't be certain.

[For the first and second dance parts of this video, its the same. But the third part, change so that it becomes a partner dance. And completely ignore both stair parts]

The dance lights revealed Elizabeth, Katya, and Violetta wearing white. Lan, Elijah, and Josh were wearing black. They were dancing in triangle formation as they danced slowly, to the beat of the music.

It was beautiful, and dramatic. The choreography was perfect. It was clear that this was a song they had spent a lot of time on. Elizabeth sang all of the lyrics in a perfect accent and tone.

The lights faded and when they came back on, Penny gasped. She wasn't the only one either. Ghaida and Trang had joined in on the girl side. But on the boy side, Bucky was in the middle, the Asian boy none of them knew in the back corner next to Lan.

Steve's mouth was dropped as they watched Bucky dance in perfect sync with the others. As the music took off though, the other four did their thing while Elizabeth and Bucky completed a different dance. As they all went back into sync, Penny squeezed her thighs together.

The crowd had gone made, screaming and cheering as Bucky danced, a small, shy smile on his face.

the music changed again, dramatic and slow. The two groups turned to face each, taking slow and deliberate steps towards each other. Elizabeth and Bucky, Elijah and Trang, Lan and Violetta, the Asian boy and Ghaida, Josh and Katya. Elijah and Tang, along with Josh and Katya did a separate dance. Lan and Violetta, the Asian boy and Ghaida also did a separate dance. Bucky and Elizabeth took up the middle, performing their own dance as well.

It was absolutely beautiful, watching them, especially as Mai and Ahni appeared behind all of them, doing their own dance as well.

Bucky and Elizabeth spun around the dance floor, their movements both sharp and fluid. It was all perfect, as Elizabeths' voice carried the song on the air.

As the song came to a stop, Elizabeth, Trang, and Violetta were on the shoulders of the boys while Ghaida and Katya were in the splits beneath their boys.

The cheers were ear numbing, even through the TV screen, while the cameras slid back to the panel hosts, all of which were wearing shocked expressions.

"Well," The host who seemed to hate the team the most started, "That was. . ."

"Gorgeous."

"Flawless."

"God hes' hot." The youngest judge sighed, stilling craning her neck as the team retreated off the stage.

Suddenly, Tony stood up, stalking out of the living room, which made Penny start, looking around. The huge smile that had been on her face while watching Bucky and all of them dance slid off her face as she realized the others seemed tense.

"What?" She asked, confused.

"He didn't say he was going to her." Clint frowned.

"No." Steve said, "He didn't say anything."

But everything made perfect sense to Penny and she quickly spoke up. "You guys didn't pick up on it? The song Elizabeth sang specifically for Bucky?"

Everyone looked over at her, curious.

"Song?" Wanda questioned softly.

"Yeah." Penny said, "The good morning one? Where she said to come wake her up out of her nightmares? I mean, it's all play on words, but I saw it meant something to Bucky. And it's been the only time she ever pointed at the screen the entire time she's sung and dance."

Natasha hooked her phone up to the speaker and called Bucky. It picked up on the second ring. "Nat?" Vis' voice came through in surprise. "Watcha calling for?"

"Why do you have Buckys phone Vi?" Nat asked, chuckling a little.

"He thinks he lost it." Violetta cracked up laughing.

"VI!" Elizabeth's voice said on the other side of the phone. "C'mon, you gotta give that back."

"No, no, c'mon, help me keep it from him." Vi laughed. Penny smiled. "C'mon, we can tease him about being an old man."

"Nah, we should wait until it's Steve." Elizabeth teased.

Steve leaned forwards, "I dare you brat."

Everyone heard Elizabeth gasp on the other side. "VI! You didn't tell me it was on speaker phone! Who called?"

"Natasha."

There were crackling sounds and then Elizabeth's voice came through. Tony popped his head in through the door, apparently not having strayed far. "Hi guys."

"Hey little bird." Clint piped up first. "You guys looked amazing on stage."

"Aww, you're watching us!" Elizabeth squealed happily. "Did you guys see Bucky?"

"Yeah. . . we were actually calling about that." Sam said. "He didn't say anything to any of us though."

They heard sounds of someone being smacked and heard Bucky mutter, "Ow! Demon child, what are you doing?"

"You-" Elizabeth's voice was cut off as the call died. Then, it rang a few seconds later for a facetime call. Natasha swiped her thumb, which made Violetta's smirking face pop up.

"Elizabeths' really having fun right now." Vi snickered, the screen turning so that they saw Bucky bent over the table in what looked like a dressing room. Lan and Katya were in the background, ignoring the fact that Buckys' pants were down around his ankles and Elizabeth was spanking him with her bare hand.

Pennys' breath hitched in her throat, hearing Bucky groan and count.

"Holy fuck." Steve and Tony muttered together. Rhodey's eyes were round.

"Fuck~" Bucky moaned, "Fourteen."

His ass was turning red very quickly and Penny bit her bottom lip, curling into Stephen, feeling his length against her back. He was throbbing painfully, watching this little display.

"'M sorry!" Bucky cried out, his face pressed against the desk.

"Yep." Elizabeth cooed, rubbing his ass, before stepping away, "Now go apologize to them."

Bucky staggered backwards, pulling his pants up. His eyes were a little dazed, his face as flushed as his arse. He took the phone from Vi, sitting down on the chair with a wince. "'M sorry Stevie. Sam. Everyone. I. . . I was afraid I read the message wrong and I didn't want to get everyones' hopes up that she was ready and then. . ."

He drifted off, glancing up at something.

"Are you okay Bucky?" Sam asked softly.

Buckys' eyes filled with pure love. "I'm amazing. Oh-" He put the phone aside so all they could see was the ceiling for a moment, before he brought it up, Rue sitting in his lap. He murmured something softly in her ear.

"Daddy!" She squealed, giggling happily, lifting a finger to her mouth. "Daddy! Dada!"

"Aww." Wanda squealed happily, while the men blinked tears out of their eyes.

"Yeah, c'mere little man." Bucky chuckled, lifting Mateo up into the view as well. Bucky looked up at the camera again, smiling. Penny smiled again, watching Bucky with the kids. And then Bucky frowned a little, "where's Heimdall?"

"Him and the other Asgardians left for Asgard two days ago." Rhodey supplied helpfully.

"Why?" Bucky asked, kissing the top of Mateos' head.

"Something about the kingdom being in trouble." Pietro shrugged.

Suddenly, someone hopped up behind Bucky, wrapping her arms around him. "Hi guys!" Trang said excitedly. She winked. "Hi Tony."

"Hey Trang." Tony couldn't help but grin.

"Guess what?" Trang asked with a grin, "We're coming home in two weeks!"

"All of you?" Stephen asked.

"Yep!" Trang smiled.

"Hey Trang, we gotta go talk to the others." The Asian dude none of them knew said, coming on over, holding his hand out to her.

"Whose that?" Tony asked immediately and Trang giggled, plucking the phone out of Bucky's hand.

"Hey!" Bucky smarted.

"Guys this is John, John these are the Avengers." Trang grinned. "John is one of our backup dancers when we need to evenly match boys and girls. He can do astral projections as a superheroes."

"Yeah, yeah." John said, blushing a little. "Nice to meet you. Talk later." He dragged Trang out of the picture.

Elizabeth quickly took Trang's place, wrapping her arms around Bucky's neck. Bucky closed his eyes, looking so at peace that Pennys' heart yearned for him. She sweetly kissed his cheek, mumbling in his ear. He nodded as she looked at the camera. "We gotta go. Talk to you guys soon. Love you."

"Love you." Bucky smiled while the others in the room repeated it back, smiles on their faces. The call blinked out and Penny smiled as she curled up more in Stephen's arms.

"Everything seems good then." Wanda said happily.

"Indeed." Vision echoed softly.

Penny looked up at Stephen who winked down at her. "Want to head upstairs?"

"Sure." She grinned, and let him sweep her off the couch and out of the room.

They went up to Pennys' room and he laid her out on the bed quickly, wasting no time in lifting her skirt up her hips, moving her panties to the side so he could shove his fingers into her sopping wet pussy.

"No." Penny moaned, pushing his hand away. "I want your cock Doctor."

Stephen grinned, stripping his clothes off while she lifted her shirt up over her head. "You are desperate, aren't you?"

"Yes." Penny breathed out as Stephen thrusted into her, burying himself to the hilt. Penny moaned, arching her back, fingers scraping at his shoulders. He waved his hand, thick orange chains wrapping around her arms, attaching them to the headboard.

"Be good now." Stephen mumbled lowly, before setting a slow, burning pace. His hands gripped her hips, his knee pressing one of her legs up, his thrusts slow and heavy.

"I'm always good." Penny whimpered in protest, walls squeezing around his length.

"Sure you are." Stephen murmured, kissing up her neck, before capturing her lips. He thrusted into her again. "Always so good."

She couldn't help but preen under the praise, delighting in it. Stephen continued to kiss her face and neck, while she dug her fingers into his shoulders, lifting a leg to wrap around his waist. He thrusted harder and harder until she was cumming and he came inside of her.

Stephen kissed her one last time, before pulling out slowly. "Do you want me to go and run a bath?"

"Nuh uh." Penny murmured, stretching a little on the bed as Stephen laid down next to her. Penny rolled over and Stephen wrapped his arms around her. She could feel his lips lightly touching spots on her shoulders.

"Hey Steph?" She asked sleepily. "Do you think Tony is okay?"

"Yeah, he's alright." Stephen murmured back, his fingers now lightly stroking across her stomach. "He just gets worried when we're not all together. Bucky and the Ohioans are states away. Loki, Thor, and the rest of the Asgardians are planets away, universes away. He wishes we were all just able to stay together."

"I get that." Penny murmured sleepily. "Hopefully everyone is back soon."

"Yeah." Stephen murmured. "Now hush and go to sleep."

Penny giggled, closing her eyes to do just that.

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morganaspendragonss · 7 months ago

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🤹‍♀️ and/or 😶 for Lone star ask game please.

🤹‍♀️ Give a hidden talent to all the main characters (or those of your choosing)!

the way i'm so bad at these sorts of things 🙈 ah well let's have a crack at it i've long headcanoned that tk can sing really well and he plays an instrument (i've always imagined guitar but piano would be cool too) mateo has extremely messy handwriting but he's an incredible artist marjan has a green thumb and knows everything there is to know about plants. she can diagnose what's wrong with your sad, wilted houseplant just by looking at it and uhhhh yeah i'm done 😅 would love to hear other people's thoughts!

😶 Unpopular opinion, respectfully

may i introduce you to my discourse tag? especially the posts from 2022, i was going off back then (yes i have regrets). most of my unpopular opinions relate to carlos in some way but an unrelated one is that owen is massively overhated and actually he's a good character. also that 3.13 yes is objectively a great episode but it does boil my PISS i also think that at the start of season 4, carlos doesn't know iris. like, all that advising tk about how to act and telling iris herself that he doesn't believe she's crazy is all bullshit. he hasn't seen her in five years. he doesn't know her.

oh, and (sorry lmao i went back through my discourse tag) the breakup situation was handled so weirdly. ‘believe people when they tell you who they are. just believe them. when you walked out on our first date, that was you telling me who you were’ - 1) that 'date' wasn't a date and 2) in the wake of s4, we all know that's a bit rich coming from carlos and the way the whole thing was portrayed as tk's fault entirely??? nahhhh you don't go buying real estate without consulting your partner like? i'd have broken up with him too.

lone star asks!

#holly answers things #911 lone star #ask game #gratefulfornow #sorry for going off a bit on the unpopular opinion questi #*question

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fcdcdmcmories · 1 year ago

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"MAYBE HE IS MY NEW FUCKING HERO . want to know a lil' thing? maybe the guy is a monster and maybe he scared the crap out of me , but at least , he's loyal to the people he claims to love . he almost died for that kid . he cared about young . he may be a bad person but .. fuck if he doesn't care for his loved ones . you can't say the same, can you? nah. i can hate you just fine myself. don't need anyone to tell me to do it." nope . she couldn't, could she? thanks to gabi .. he was seeing things a lot differently . he was seeing her in a different light and perhaps , he hated it . deep down. "you're lying," a scoff . had she not learned to not play this game with him? she had said it herself .. he knew her, better than anyone . what was it that gabi had also said ? everything that came out of her mouth was a lie . the kid , as it seemed , was more than right about this too. he should learn to listen to her more, it seemed . "if kramer had killed you? you'd be scared shitless of him . looking over your shoulder constantly . and you're not .. which means .. you walked , didn't you ? you fucking bitch . you walked away , without a scratch , at the expense of all of us . how does it feel to be the most hated woman in town?" and there was the difference . a long time ago? he would have been happy about it. he would have been happy that she had been the one to live. even if it had been at the expense of his own head . even if he had needed to die for her to survive . right now, however? the only thing that he felt was a lot of anger and.. some sadness , too. that this was how it had all ended . with the two of them on opposite sides . "i knew you weren't perfect . always fucking knew . and guess what? i loved you for it . i loved everything about you and used to think .. how did i get so lucky to have her even look twice my way? now? now, i wish you never had . i wish we'd never met . you ruined my life, cecilia . and not just mine . gabriela's. valentina's. diego's. mateo's. the idiots who would have done anything for you and now .. now , you're alone . that's a shame." it would be .. if it wasn't precisely everything that she deserved . or so he wanted to think . so he wanted to make himself .. believe . "don't understand? oh , honey . i do . i've seen it from close up or did you forget how .. startled you were , whenever he came to visit? i used to take your hands and help you calm down , as soon as he was out the door . HOW THEY SHOOK . are you really that afraid of him? good . i hope he comes here . i hope he makes your life a living hell and that you turn around and realize that .. you are the failure that he always thought you were . worst of all ? you're exactly like him . A MONSTER .

" oh, no. he wouldn't have dared to use that against her in the past but now , he was enjoying the fact he had something he could use to get a reaction out of her. anything to ruffle her pretty little feathers a bit . " you're right . you told me all of that in confidence . but .. why should i be the keeper of your secrets anymore, hm? and i know quite a few of them now. why not let the world know what a fraud you really are? a scared little girl with massive daddy issues?" he was seething . seeing red and so much that he hadn't even realized how close he had gotten to her . "don't fucking call her that . she's not our anything . you lost the right to any of them when you betrayed all of us . and what a shame , right? we were all so damn loyal to you, too." once upon a time , hearing her say that would have gotten to him . once upon a time , hearing her say that would have made him do whatever she wanted from him and yet , right now .. he was different . this was different . and if she wanted to play games with him? he'd play them with her right back.

"is that really all you want ? me, back at your side? as we were? and you'll leave the kid alone? i .. " he pretended to consider it , finding it all too easy to let his face slip into a mask , mimicking what it had been before everything . all an act, right? as he brought his hand up to her cheek , leaving it there , closing any and all distance between them . " you.. have no idea of what you do to me. even after so long . i should hate you, but ... i can't . I LOVE YOU , CECILIA . always have . you're it for me, baby." he pretended that he was about to kiss her, moving forward as he did so, hand still placed against her cheek , as he used his other arm to pull her closer to him for a few seconds . just as his lips had barely touched hers? he pulled backwards, finding himself laughing and laughing and laughing. mocking her . something he would have never done in the past . "ah! oh my god? did you really think that it would be that easy, you idiot? one little threat and i would come right back to you , pledging my undying love again? forgetting all you did to me? THINK AGAIN. not so fun when someone pretends to feel that way about you, is it? to be about to give you everything that you ever wanted, only to take it away? about time you got a taste of your own medicine, doc." @xtinyslip

"IF I HEAR ONE MORE COMMENT ABOUT JOHN FUCKING KRAMER! what is it? why is he your new found fucking hero. hm? because he claimed to want to save gabriela? sweet innocent carlos? how can you not see that he played you? all of us? he has you so caught up in hating me that you can not see this for what it really was." A GAME. that's all mr kramer liked to do wasn't it? play his silly little games with his silly little whore? she would have cut out kramer's guts if she thought there was any there to spill. realising that perhaps, her reaction had shown anger that he seemed to fragile for. she pulled back. "what do you think happened when you were gone? he just let me walk? no, we burned together baby!" had she walked? eh, of course but no one else knew that. not now john and amanda had convienently decided to forget everything. what happened after was her story, she could make it whatever she wanted it to be.

"i protected you in the only way i knew how. i never claimed to be perfect, to the others? maybe but not once to you." perfect was to hard for anyone to buy into, right? and she'd needed him invested and she really needed to think that he still was. why else would he be still standing there? her hooks were in deep with him and she had no intention of loosening her grip. parker had tried to save them and she supposed she could find that... sweet? romantic? did she though? no, it had been idiotic but at least it showed how loyal he was. how committed he could be and she needed to harness that in him again. NO ONE SPOKE OF HER RELATIONSHIP WITH HER FATHER. it was perhaps her one true weakness and the fact he dared use that against her? if she had a knife right now? she wouldn't have done him the kindness of stabbing his stomach. no, she would have cut and cut all whilst he was still breathing. BASTARD. "don't speak of what you don't understand... it's never a look you should aspire for."

WAS HE GETTING A KICK OUT OF THIS LITTLE SPEECH? wow, she had rubbed off on him much deeper than she thought. her head tilted, the whole idea that he might very well be enjoying this was fascinating to her. it almost distracted her from his taunts which he was extremely lucky for. otherwise, she may have ripped his tongue from his throat right there and then. "honey," using the same nickname that he had used for her. "i would have everyone believe my father is the saint from all those promo's. hm? it takes a monster to create a monster. what you speak of? i told you in confidence parker. do not." shaking her head. it made her uncomfortable speaking about her father, it was a bad jinx. "you had your chance to kill me and you chose not to take it. you have a chance right now but we both know parker? you'll do jack shit with it." shaking her head. "i did more for OUR sweet gabi than you. what did you do for her in there? hm? apart from the obvious -- standing there watching her suffer?" she should never have shown her how much gabi meant to him because now? she'd use it. "YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT. give it to me? and i might just let our gabi live a boring, normal little life here. hm?" of course, reminding him that his claim over the child was just as strong as hers was. "if you are not willing?" she shrugged. "you will be left along, standing helplessly whilst you watch gabi ruin her own life." with cecilia's help, of course. the one thing about cecilia? she did not bluff. no, she said it because she meant it. "don't threaten you?" bringing her hand up, she twisted it in the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. oh, they couldn't get any closer, she could practically feel the warmth of his skin against her own. good. leaning forward so she could whisper directly in his ear -- because she could. "admit it parker. you like it. you crave it. YOU NEED IT." @fcdcdmcmories

#( she'll be the death of you . you just haven't seen it yet . || parker sears ).#He's pushing it a little bit but xD #tw: death mention #tw: drugs mention #tw: mental health

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lovelytsunoda · 2 years ago

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behind the clouds ( iii ) // charles leclerc

summary: charles challenges judge bacri to a drag race, hoping that it will get him out of radiator springs faster. in the process, he also discovers that mateo and y/n aren’t that bad.

pairing: alfa romeo!charles x female reader

warnings: horrifically inaccurate drag race, sexual innuendos. mentions of jules ( may he rest in peace ) and charles's dad ( may he also rest in peace ).

authors note: part THREE of the radiator springs series based on disney pixar’s ‘cars’. so sorry that this has taken so long, i got distracted with the cozy collection and then monza is for believers! i hope you enjoy : )

it was another beautiful morning in radiator springs when emilie opened her diner at exactly six in the morning. l

the bustling diner was fifties themed: all red vinyl booths, bright linoleum countertops, elvis playing on the jukebox, a big poster of the ronettes behind the counter where emilie was standing by the old fashioned cash register. the diner must have been quite something in it's heyday, but when the decline in tourists began, so did radiator springs' downfall. the diner that was once packed to the brim was now half full on a good day.

ike clockwork, lukas and giovanni came in half an hour after opening for their full english breakfasts and coffee.

and also shockingly early in the morning, y/n y/l/n appeared to gather meals to bring to none other than the bane of her existence: charles leclerc.

she had thought about the devilishly handsome race car driver more often than she should have, thoughts about his delicious accent and distracting thighs keeping her up at night, fighting the urge to slip her hand down her cotton pajama shorts.

charles leclerc was fucking with her head, and she couldnt stand it.

"bringing racer boy a meal again?" emilie asked, quirking an eyebrow at the young lawyer as she packed another brown bag. "is there something we should know about? please tell me that you're at least using protection!"

"emilie!" y/n shouted in disbeleif. "come on, we all know volkov is barely feeding the guy. a growing boy like him needs to eat, and god knows his personal trainers probably dont let him eat anything with fat or grease."

"oh, i bet he gives you a different kind of grease, if you catch my drift, y/n." emilie chuckled. "romain said his car is gonna take a few weeks, you and leclerc might as well have some fun." the woman encouraged, pouring out a mug of coffee for one of the truckers sitting at the counter.

charles' face had been printed on every single newspaper printed in the last week, seemingly backing up the story he had attempted to tell the night that he was arrested. but bacri wasn't letting up, the judge deciding that now was not the time to reverse his decision. he'd been the judge in radiator springs for twenty five years, and he wasn't about to go back on a decision just because the accused was famous.

and y/n was partially grateful that she had made the man stay in town. she enjoyed getting to know charles, even if he was a bit of a jerk sometimes.

"that's enough, i'm leaving." y/n rolled her eyes, grabbing the keys for her porsche. "i've got two truckers staying at the inn tonight, and I gave a key to leclerc but i don't think he's made up his mind. i'd prefer if he stayed though. i don't really want to be alone with truckers for too long."

"it's a hallmark movie waiting to happen!" emilie shouted after her as she exited the diner through the front door, cutting of the end of the older woman's sentence with a smile and the slam of the glass door.

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charles had tried to force himself to eat breakfast. he really had.

but the sherriff of radiator springs was a worse cook than charles' own brother, arthur, and that was saying something. the driver was lying on the sad excuse of a mattress, staring at the ceiling and weighing his options. there had to be something he could do to get to germany in time, something other than speed-running the assignment and half-assing the garden.

the sound of a lock turning over made him jump, breathing heavily as he stared at the wooden door. the door swung inwards, a familiar face behind it.

y/n's hair fell in dutch braids over her shoulders, and she was dressed in a dainty summer romper with short, billowy sleevs and a v-neck that showed off her collarbones but didn't quite go down far enough to give charles a view of her breasts.

the intrepid young lawyer had been on charles' mind since the hearing, made even worse after she basically handed him keys to her house.

and he was seriously debating taking her up on that offer: better food, a better bed, and better company.

"i brought you breakfast from emilie's." she closed the door behind her, clearly intent on staying. "and i also wanted to ask if you could stay at the inn tonight? there are a couple truckers passing through, and i'm sure im worrying for nothing, they just look a little shifty and i don't really want to be there alone."

how could charles say no to a damsel in distress?

"yeah, sure. i can do that. but i feel like i should be doing something in return for you?"

"if you ever get back on the circuit, you can bring publicity back to radiator springs. lord knows this town needs it."

there was something wistful in her voice, something that pulled at charles' heart strings.

"i challenged that judge friend of your to a race. if i win, i get out of here." the driver said slowly, through a mouthful of fried egg. "people are probably worried sick, and that bastard volkov still has my phone. and my wallet."

y/n sighed. "thats the shittiest idea you've had yet, leclerc. even worse than that little private island suggestion you made in the courtroom."

charles flushed pink. "shit, i'm sorry about that. it was entitled of me and uncalled for."

"yeah, it was. i'll talk to volkov, see about getting you your stuff back. but are you sure that you want to go through with your plan? hilaire is a little bit of a legend around here. even romain can't beat him and god knows the guy has tried. have you ever even driven a stock car? it'll be a dirt race."

the radiator springs stock car race had been a big deal once upon a time, a tourist draw for the town. the curated collection of stock cars was still at mateo's, parked in a back lot.

hilaire bacri was the reigning champion, bit nobody knew how he had gotten that good. he was a straitlaced law student who graduated from oxford, not the kind of american heathens who were into nascar. emilie's husband romain had been driving anything with four wheels since he was twelve years old, a former karting champion who made it as far as formula renault in the mid-eighties before an accident ruined the muscles in his leg and he was told he could never drive competitively again.

over time, the tourists stopped coming, so the racing and the pageantry stopped. one of the many things that had dried up in the town. y/n missed stock car weekend. she and emilie had made a good team way back when.

charles scoffed "it can;t be that much different than what I normally drive."

"you keep telling yourself that, racer boy." y/n smiled, secretly looking forward to watching charles in his element. "i watched some of your old races. you weren't terrible, but your team is shite."

"the end goal is to get into ferrari, and that's why i need to be in germany. it's for jules, what he would have wanted."

it had been almost five years, but everything charles still felt about jules bianchi was raw and laced with emotion. all he wanted was to make his loved ones proud, to fulfill something that jules had died trying to accomplish, something his father would never see him do.

he just wanted to make them proud.

"you'll get to germany in time. i promise."

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the sun was high in the air as the residents of radiator springs gathered in the dust fields to watch charles leclerc race against the town's judge. gio and luk were decked head-to-toe in ferrari merchandise, waving flags with the prancing horse and waving red and yellow flares around the desert area.

mateo and y/n had gone to get the cars, pulling out the two that were in the best condition. truth be told, tending to the stock cars had become a hobby of y/n's. she had always been a car enthusiast, going for joyrides around normandy with her father when she was younger, which had translated to her interest in classic cars during her adolescence.

of course, paul walker had helped with that one via the fast and the furious franchise.

the folded up race suit for charles sat on the unused passenger seat as she drove the car out of the impound yard, flying down the streets at a dangerous speed.

it didn't matter, nobody was there to stop her. or get hit. technically stock car radios were only supposed to relay communications from the pits, but in this specific stock car, y/n had wired the radio differently so that she could play music, thus enjoying her joyrides that much more. technically it was a safety hazard at the speeds she was driving, but who was she to give a shit?

fall out boy was playing on the radio, wind blowing in from the cage on the window as she yanked on the steering wheel, practically drifting onto the sand and gravel where mateo was already waiting by bacri's car, an unamused expression on his face when he heard the punk music leaking from the stereo.

"where have you been, y/n?" corporal deveraux shouted over the music. the corporal had served in the french navy for fifteen years before taking early retirement. he finally wanted both his feet to be permenantly on solid ground, but the conditioning and the routines never left, and there wasn't a single soul who didn't complain when he started the morning with bugle exercises. "we've been waiting for hours."

"sorry, dev!" she laughed, taking off her hot pink helmet and cutting the radio beforfe clambering out of the window. "you know i can't resist a good joyride."

charles was awestruck as he watched y/n get out of the car. here was a gorgeous girl he had a love hate relationship with, who spoke his language: racing. he could hardly stop himself from gawking when she tossed her head back, long hair barely held back by a bandana as it tumbled down her back. she was wearing a faded ferrari shirt and cutoff shorts, her signature stan smith adidas on her feet.

"stop staring, leclerc." bacri scoffed, zipping up his mustard-yellow race suit. "i want you out of here as fast as possible, don't go laying down roots with the best lawyer in this godforsaken place."

"i'm not staring." charles defended, averting his eyes to stare at giovanni, who was muttering to himself in italian as he messed with a signal flare. "i want to get out of here just as much as you want me gone."

"leclerc!" y/n shouted, capturing his attention quicker than a sniffer dog who found cocaine in a suitcase. he could hear judge bacri laughing at him in the background but couldn't bring himself to care. "careful with my car, yeah? built her from the ground up with romain's help. there's a boiler suit on the passenger seat, and a helmet. i had to guess on the size, I wasn't quite sure hoe big that head of yours was."

"i'm sure there's an insult in there somewhere."

"tell me what it is, then." y/n laughed, tossing him the keys. "the camry's all yours. don't fucking crash, hot shot."

charles caught the keys, but just barely, floundering for a second as he tried to figure out which one was the key to the toyota stock car. "wait, do you know how i'm supposed to get in the damn thing?"

"crawl through the window!" y/n shouted back, settling into a lawn chair next to emilie, who passed her a white claw seltzer. "this is going to be so entertaining."

once both racers were suited up in their boiler suits, and romain had helped charles figure out how to get into the hot pink car, emilie stood up and grabbed the two large chequered flags, standing in front of the revved-up stock cars.

"i want nice clean racing, boys. don;t kill each other, please. and don't crash into anything, my hubby is busy enough trying to fix that alfa romeo, which i have been told is a really fucking expensive car."

"damn right it is." charles murmured under his breath, shifting in the front seat as he shuffled his hands around the steering wheel to try and get used to the car.

speed. i am speed.

"on your marks!"

float like a cadillac, sting like a beemer.

"get set!"

one winner, one loser.

"go!"

in a cloud of dust and haze, charles was off, the car bouncing over the imperfections in the desert landscape.

and hilaire bacri was still at the starting line.

"uh, your honor?" giovanni asked hesitatnly, the ferrari-red face paint on his alabaster skin beginning to flake off. "emilie waved the flag. you are supposed to go."

emilie shook the flag again, as if to prove a point. hilaire still remained motionless, smirking to himself.

"keep your eyes on the kid, you'll see."

confused, y/n got out of her lawn chair and ran over to the dirt track, the corporal following closely behind as she searched for the pink camry in the cloud of dust. she saw charles spinning uncontrollably, and could only imagine that he was swearing in that deliciously sexy voice of his, sweaty and covered in sand and gravel-

nope. stop it.

"my car!" she whined

"the kid can't drive on dirt. f1 cars beach on gravel." bacri announced, climbing out of his own stock car. "so he stays and he fixes our square."

back inside the stock car, charles screamed. raw, unadulterated emotion as he punched the dashboard. once the emotions started flowing, he couldn't stop them. here he was, stuck in the middle of buttfuck nowhere with dust and sand in every crevice of his body because he lost control and he spun out.

charles leclerc never loses control of his car.

he never spins out.

but he did.

twice.

charles leclerc was losing himself. and it scared the shit out of him.

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"don't feel bad, stock cars are hard beasts to tame." mateo remarked.

“fuck you, mate.”

charles and mateo were in the impound lot, sitting on the hoods of two old stock cars, cars that hadn’t run in upwards of five years. the boys had beers in their hands, and they were shooting the shit as they watched the sun dip down past the radiator springs skyline.

“y/n can drive one.”

“she’s been practicing for almost six years now. there’s not much else to do around here. maybe she can teach you?” mateo wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning a punch to the shoulder from charles.

"i'll be out of here in a week, max." charles scoffed. "I don't want to lead her on and break her heart. it wouldn't be right."

mateo chuckled. "so now the hot shot has morals. but you never said you didn't think she was smoking hot."

"shut up".

"you know," mateo hummed, sliding off the hood of the car and walking back to the main garage. "if you really want to impress her, I can teach you how to drive one of these things."

there was an image that charles couldn't get out of his head. him and y/n racing stock cars across the sand, her loud laugh as she overtakes him, fall out boy blaring from the speakers like it had earlier that day. the way her body would look in a boiler suit.

"fuck it. teach me how to drive one of these suckers."

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it was dark when mateo pulled the venom green stock car to a halt behind a porsche carerra, in front of a quaint building with ivy growing up the side. the two had been at it for hours, and charles still couldn't get the hang of drifting on the gravel. mateo assured him that was a skill he would acquire with more practice, but charles wanted to master it before he left, before his future was decided once and for all.

"y/n and charles sitting in a tree-"

"shut the fuck up, mateo!"

"you're bloody staying in her motel!" mateo laughed, reaching over charles to undo the netting over the window so that the alfa romeo drive could get out of the car. "listen, just be gentle with her. none of us want to see her get hurt."

"thanks for this, mate. really." charles gushed. learning how to drive on the sand had been an experience like no other, something so fundamentally different from what he had been doing his entire life. "i know i talk a lot of shit about this town, but you're not too bad."

mateo beamed. "you're not too bad yourself, leclerc. come find me again tomorrow and we'll give drifting another shot, yeah? tell y/n i said hello."

charles clambered out of the car, opening the heavy wooden door, painted a pale mauve color. the main lobby of the inn was cozy, with a scented candle burning on the checkout counter. a crossley record player softly played a country tune in the background, and when he turned his head towards the ornate fireplace, he caught a glimspe of y/n.

her long hair was tied back, and she was wearing an oversized t-shirt with the artwork for an old whitney houston album on it, a pair of pale pink shorts disappearing under the hem. she was sitting on the suede couch, laptop on her thighs as she typed away at something on her screen.

"charles!" she said in surprise when she looked up to see the man standing there awkwardly. "i'm glad you came. i feel a little better already." she placed her laptop on the coffee table, padding acfross the marble floors barefoot.

it was all charles could do not to imagine y/n's thighs wrapped around his abdomen, his fingers in her hair, his lips on her neck.

but even more so, he couldn't deny the feeling in his chest when y/n said she was glad to see him.

he nodded at the record player. "alanis morrisette?"

she shook her head. "sheryl crow, 'if it makes you happy.' i made that mistake the first time too, but no, it's sheryl, not alanis."

"oh." charles said simply, suddenly aware of how close they were standing, holding his gaze level with hers.

he had never noticed before how soft the young lawyer's skin was, or how pretty her eyes were.

he was fucked, and didn't he know it.

she cleared her throat. "can i show you to your room?"

he had no idea how he was going to survive staying in a house with her for the rest of his stay.

#lovelytsunodas radiator springs series #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #formula one x reader #f1 imagine #scuderia ferrari #charles leclerc x y/n #f1 x reader #Spotify

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cottoncandyjester · 3 years ago

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What is something you can say to they boys to break them, like something so mean and hurtful that they may cry?

Okay..OUCH!

As punishment for making me sad I’m doing this to the sweethearts

Warning: this is dark, like darling hates the yans and doesn’t care about their feelings at all.

Mateo:

You and mateo don’t like to fight, things get heated and he does t quite know how to dial it down once he get to that point. The argument was pretty dumb, you two couldn’t even remember why you were mad.

“You always do this!” You snapped out, your angry tone making him twitch lightly the noise making his head spin..he couldn’t handle yelling, it reminded him of his childhood.

“What do I do wrong? I love you! I worship the ground you walk on but it’s never enough!” He hissed out with a shaky bitter laugh “I-it’s like you hate me..” he whispers out lowly.

“I do hate you! I hate your stupid spotted face! I wouldn’t be so angry all the time if i was dating someone smart but instead I get you! You’re so stupid and dumb and ugly!” your anger startled him.

Mateo was silent as he looked at his arms in utter horror, the sight of the pale splotches all over his body made tears run down his face, you thought he was stupid..everyone thought he was stupid.

Mateo did the only thing that made him feel better..sob his eyes out now scratching at the blotches, blood dripping down his arms. “What the hell are you doing?!” You snapped out in annoyance.

“I-if I carve them out then you won’t hate me, r-right?! If I just carve them out then I’ll stop being ugly?!” He hissed out with a whimper as he dropped onto his knees suddenly biting and clawing at his skin

“I hate myself, stupid stupid stupid!” He sobbed out, suddenly letting out loud wailing of sorrow as he banged his head on the ground “stop..being..stupid!” He snapped out with each hit, the sickening cracking noise startling you.

Hikaru:

Angering Hikaru was an easy job, simply talk back and an argument is crafted but this time was different. You were done cowering in fear, he hurts you so many times that it was time for payback.

“Damn it, piggy I’m talking to you! Stop fucking ignoring me!” He snapped out before gripping your arm, yanking you closer only for you to slap his hand off utter disgust in your eyes.

“Maybe if you weren’t an annoying little shit you parents wouldn’t have whored you out when you were just a toddler!” You snapped out, Hikaru tensed up body shaking as he stared at you in shock.

“W-what..” he whispers out softly, the anger that was once in his voice replaced with a soft hurt tone. “The only thing you’re useful for is being a quick fuck! It’s not like anyone will actually love you, so why don’t you go and do the only thing you’re good at, leave me the hell alone while you’re at it” you sneered out.

There was a few seconds of silence before a soft sniffle escaped Hikaru who now held his head down in shame. All those filthy feelings he felt before came rushing back to him.

“I-I’m only good for..” he whispers out before starting to cry, Hikaru was someone who prides himself in not sobbing but here he was crying “I-is that all I’m really good for?! B-being a whore?!” He hissed out.

All that modeling work he’s done was to put his own name out there but none of that mattered, all he would ever be known for was a dirty whore..the utter thought drove Hikaru insane.

Yuuji and Yuuta:

You wanted them to hurt, like how they always hurt you. You knew exactly where to hit and how hard to hit it. “Come on, you have to eat..p-please” Yuuta begged out as he tried feeding you. You were extra bratty so they had to tie you up, something that happened quite often. You were silent, making Yuuta sigh as he untied you “here, now will you eat?”

“You’ll never be a real boy yknow..” you whispered out to him, that single statement making Yuuta freeze up..eyes wide as he stared at you in shock “wait..h-huh?” He said lowly with a forced smile “is this a joke or-”

“You’re just a girl playing dress up, a little girl who is still scared of her family” you said coldly as you rubbed your wrists. “S-stop, that’s not true..I’m a boy, a-a strong guy! So just stop it” Yuuta snapped out, body shaking as you stepped towards him with no fear.

“No matter what you say, you still have that slight feminine figure, girly face, and of course the obvious..the parts of a girl. You’ll never actually be a boy.”

Yuuta felt his chest tighten up, he hasn’t felt dysphoria in years but that horrible feeling made him wheeze as your words drilled into his head. His hands went straight to his chest, they were gone but for some reason it’s almost as if he could still feel them there..not enough. He didn’t feel masculine at all.

“No, n-no no no you’re wrong, I-I’m a..I’m a..” Yuuta couldn’t even say it without starting to cry, his head was starting to hurt as he panicked. “I-I need…Y-Yuuji!” Yuuta sobbed out, it was only a matter of seconds til the younger twin came rushing to his aid. “Woah! Hey, Y-Yuuta?! What’s wrong, are you hurt?” Yuuji hissed out as he hugged his brother close to his chest.

“I-it’s back! I-it’s back, I-I can’t take it. I’m a boy right?! I-I’m a boy..n-not a girl..” Yuuta was an utter mess, sobbing and shaking as he clinged to Yuuji’s shirt. “Of course you are! You are the strongest guy I know, so please..stop crying” Yuuji whispers out, angry tears in his eyes as he glared your way.

“What the fuck did you do to my Yuuta!?”

Yuki:

“Please stop screaming..” yuki whispers out lowly as he looked away, flinching at every time your voice raised. “I can’t handle you screaming..” he added out as he glanced your way. You were screaming at him about something..the moment you started to yell he completely forget what you were mad at and was just focused on getting you to stop.

“Stop giving me those puppy dog eyes as if you are so damn innocent and pure! You have a rotting demon in you you, you can never be good! All you do is destroy and ruin thing!”

Your words made yuki shudder, eyes wide as he processed your words. “Demon..?” He whispers out with a shaky sigh, how could you be so cruel?! Yuki hugged himself, a low laugh escaping him which quickly turned into soft sobs that only got louder the more hurt he became.

Of course, he was a demon how could he forget that..he wasn’t supposed to be born! Yuki, who was now on his knees sobbing his eyes out bowed at your feet.

“K-kill me, im begging you” he said softly now looking up at you with the most distraught expression. “Im a lowly demon not worthy of living, j-just a filthy abomination” he hissed out as he looked at his hands. The reason he loved drawing and doing tattoos was cause he adored the thought of creating art..but if you deem him a demon it must be so.

Rin:

Rin was someone who usually laughed instead of cried, but you knew exactly where to push to get him to sob and break. “Are you trying to make me mad? Pfft silly thing that won’t work” Rin cooed out with a laugh as he watched you only get angrier.

“God you are so fucking childish! That’s why I’m glad I cheated!” You snapped out, making him pause his laughing his expression faltering “h-huh?” He said with a forced grin, your statement surprising him. “Your brother is a way better lover than you anyways, in all aspects” you sneered out.

“H-hey if you are trying to make me mad, it’s working so just stop.”

“What part are you not getting!? I don’t love you, I won’t ever love you so just leave me alone already!” You snapped out angrily, there were a few seconds of silence before rin flashed a grin “wowww~ someone’s grumpy! I’ll let you get some air but afterwards we’re talking bout this okay??” He cheers out before walking off.

A sniffling escaped him as he walked off, now covering his mouth with his hand as tears ran down his cheeks, the thought of you with ren in the most intimate ways made both rage and sorrow filling his body..he wanted to puke.

Salem

Salem didn’t really focus on your insults too much since they were surface level. He would shrug it off and continue to be his normal wild self, that was until you two really got into it.

“This is why no one wanted you! Why every person who got close to you gave you away! Who would ever choose you!” Your angry remark made Salem flinch, now biting at his fingers that he was sucking on before.

He was silent now chewing on his hand as he thought about what you said..it was true. His mother, Hikaru, you, who would ever want him? Salem let blood drip down his chain as he tried to contain himself but laughter escaped him, he calmly walked to the nearest wall now slamming his head against it.

He hated these thoughts, he wanted to go away. He just wanted all these gross feelings to go away already, he hated thinking..so if he hit his head a few more times he wouldn’t have to think and feel anymore. His laughter only for more crazed yet sad as he slammed his head against the wall over and over. “Go..away, go away…” he cried out over and over as tears streamed down his face.

Zeke:

“You need to calm down, you’re getting worked up here!” Zeke snapped as he eyed you worriedly. You two were fighting and you were getting a little too angry, he was worried about saying something he didn’t mean.

“You are so fucking gullible! Do you have any balls or something!? You try to play the nice guy but it wasn’t prince who killed all those people! It was all you! Just you! And I’m starting to think you liked it! So stop pretending to be good and so damn innocent”

Zeke tensed up, taking a step back as your words hit him. “W-why the fuck would you say that?!” He hissed out, that wasn’t true..he wasn’t bad. He was a good guy! He went to protests he donates to charities, he’s sweet and loving he does all he can to be a good person! Even still with all that the memories of that night are still so fresh.

“I-I’m a good guy..I’m a good person” he said softly as tears ran down his face, a shaky laugh escaping him “I’m a good person I’m a good person I’m a good person” he whispers out again and again, now looking to you for comfort “I’m a good person right?!” He said with a devastating expression.

“No, you’re not. You are a horrible awful person, worse than prince” You said shrarply, the final nail in the coffin.

Zeke gulped as he felt an overwhelming sarrow, more tears and cries coming from him. “N-no no no no..y-you’re wrong..so wrong” he sobbed out, the mixture of laughing and crying coming from him

#yandere imagines #yandere ocs #yandere

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dooareyastudy · 3 years ago

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What I read in May 2022

Le hêtre et le bouleau, essai sur la tristesse européenne, Camille de Toledo, 2003

Mérimée’s short stories : Mateo Falcone (1829) ; Vision de Charles XI (1829) ; L’enlèvement de la redoute (1829) ; Tamango (1829) ; Federigo (1829) ; Le vase étrusque (1830)

On the Genealogy of Morality, 1887 & Thus Spoke Zarathustra, 1883, Friedrich Nietzsche

Anton Tchekov’s plays : Platonov (1878) ; Ivanov (1887) ; L’Homme des bois (1889) ; La Mouette (1895-96) ; L’Oncle Vania (1897) ; Les Trois Soeurs (1901) ; Les Méfaits du tabac (1902) ; La Cerisaie (1904)

I married a communist, Philip Roth, 1998

Mérimée’s short stories

A collection of short stories (very short btw) by French autor Prosper Mérimée that I fairly enjoyed reading, as they are quick to read and very action-driven, often with elements of fantastique or an abrupt and surprising ending. They make for a nice and quick read.

On the Genealogy of Morality, 1887 & Thus Spoke Zarathustra, 1883, Friedrich Nietzsche

Well, it’s Nietzsche and I still don’t like him. I plan on reading at least two more books by him (the ones on greek tragedy and philosophy). But I can already say that I think his philosophy tends to be quite superficial and sometimes even contradictory. I especially dislike his take on egality and overall the fact that his philosophy serves as a way to protect a form of social hierarchy in which, obviously, he is at the top. I can see why his work is appealing with his critic of Christianity and the Church and his valuation of life but all this appeal is stripped away when his critic devolve in a critic of egality (leading to a critic of democraty). My take on Nietzsche’s philosophy would need much more thought but for now, that’s it !

Anton Tchekov’s plays

I really enjoyed those even if read them in a row made them feel repetitive at times. Most of them are labelled as comedy by the author but they are often a great mix of comedy and tragedy, which makes them so relatable even when it’s abt a Russian family with financial problems having to sell their estate and I am a PhD student living in a studio appartement in 2022.

I married a communist, Philip Roth, 1998

I don’t really know what I was excepting here. I read The humain stain and didn’t enjoy it much. Same here (don’t ask why I got a third one from Roth...).

I didn’t like the writing in itself : the story is burdened by long and useless descriptions (the description of a car, only to mention that the author had sex in said car really made me want to stop reading). The narration in form of a dialogue between the two characters felt fake : some details couldn’t possibly be known by them, so why are they talking abt them?

The political aspects of the novel are superficial, I was excepting a more interesting reflection on McCarthyism honestly. Here, it only serves as a convenient background for a story that could have been told with a different one imo. I thought the characters were completely unbelievable and caricatured, making it hard to buy into the story. Overall disappointing.

Le hêtre et le bouleau : essai sur la tristesse européenne, Camille de Toledo, 2003

An essay consisting of the author’s thoughts abt European history post Cold War. Honestly, I am not a fan of those kind of essays, because if you don’t feel the same way as the author, you just don’t get it. He rants abt sadness, the fall of the Berlin wall and stuff like that and I just don’t get it. He rarely explains anything : it’s so frustrating because it’s just thoughts and no work of definition or argumentation. However, some reflections were kind of interesting, especially on the role played by memory and the “duty of memory” (i have no idea if this is the proper way to say it) in politics. But those are very superficial and often, I was left thinking “So ? Is that it ? Don’t you have anything else to say abt that ????”. Disappointing !

#do reads #do read list #bookblr #book #books #book review #book rec #book recommendations

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tilbageidanmark · 3 years ago

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Movies I watched this week - 39

I spent over 50 (!) hours on the sofa this week, (enjoying myself 85% of the time)...

Sløborn, an ominous Danish-German TV pandemic series, very much like Soderbergh’s ‘Contagion’ and in ‘Black Mirror’ style. Normal life of a small island community between Denmark and Germany breaks down and completely collapses when it is hit by a lethal bird flue like virus.

It was extremely prescient, as it was shot in 2019, before Covid! Conceived as Si-fi, it looks today like TV, because the series was able to capture everything that happened around the world after January 2020 in accurate details.

With Roland Møller (of ‘Riders of Justice’). 7+/10

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My introduction to “The grandmother of The French New Wave”, Agnès Varda (Hard to believe that I never saw her films before!):

✳️✳️✳️ “Inspiration, Creation and Sharing...” Varda by Agnès, my first Varda is her last 2019 auto-biography, in which, at 90, she shared footage and stories from her life and work. The first sample clip (of meeting her Uncle Yanco in Sausalito) won me over, and the rest convinced me to catch up on everything I’ve missed through the years. What a wonderful artist!

✳️✳️✳️ Cléo from 5 to 7. A feminine film about female identity - a new favorite! A beautiful singer must wait 2 hours for the results of her cancer tests. With a magnifique mid-film scene (at 0;38) of the heartbreaking chanson 'Sans Toi', marking the beginning of her quiet transformation.

✳️✳️✳️ Vagabond, a story of a lonely, young woman, an unapologetic drifter, unglamorous, aimless, independent, desperately lost. Dark and nonjudgmental exploration of the refusal to conform to anything. 8+/10.

✳️✳️✳️ (For Sammy - Per our conversation). The Gleaners and I, "The eighth best documentary film of all time”, per ‘Sight & Sound poll. Derived from the famous painting by Millet. Simply wonderful!

✳️✳️✳️ One Hundred And One Nights, 100 year old Michel Piccoli “Monsieur Simon Cinema”, hires a young girl to reminisce with about the history of cinema. An unsuccessful Meta-film that nevertheless is a love letter for cinephiles. Populated by 3 dozens of Who’s Who of French (and World) stars, playacting in this symbolic, Fellinisque fable that draws upon the classics. Mastroianni, Depardieu, Belmondo, Alain Delon, Catherine Deneuve, Jeanne Moreau, Anouk Aimée, Fanny Ardant, Gina Lollobrigida, Jane Birkin, etc, etc..

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✳️✳️✳️ The Young Girls of Rochefort, the wonderful, colorful, sentimental musical by Varda’s husband Jacques Demy, with the most beautiful woman in the world and her sister. Romantic eye candy set to music by Michel Legrand. A year later Deneuve would do Belle de Jour, and Françoise Dorléac would die in a car accident, 8+/10

✳️✳️✳️ Even better, The Young Girls Turn 25, Varda’s 1993 behind the scenes documentary and return to small town Rocheford, to show how it changed the town and left an impression. 9/10

“...The memory of happiness is perhaps also happiness...”

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The other Jacques Demy modern opera The Umbrellas of Cherbourg knocked me over all over again. Catherine Deneuve’s angelic beauty in this film made me cry for the duration like a baby. And not only at the train station when they say goodbye forever.

10/10

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Night moves, a tense thriller by Kelly Reichardt, about three radical environmentalists who blow up an Oregon dam. Slow and tense, and like her ‘First Cow’, watching it filled me with constant, low-level anxiety. The off-screen sabotage is placed at the exact mid-point of the movie: The first half is the preparation for it, and the second half shows the aftermath of the act. 7+/10

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2 unexpected Small Town gems by Miguel Arteta:

✳️✳️✳️ The good Girl, an odd and surprising mismatched romance between 30 year old Jennifer Aniston and Jake Gyllenhaal (22) as employees of a Texas big-box store that is always empty. Her voice-over reminded me of True Romance’s Alabama Whitman. 7/10

✳️✳️✳️ Ed Helms, a sheltered insurance salesman from the backwaters of Wisconsin, goes to an convention in the big city of Cedar Rapids, Iowa. The nearly conventional story arc has some genuinely heartfelt funny moments. With Maeby Fünke, as Bree the prostitute and Sigourney Weaver as the ex-teacher he balls. Also a surprising drug party, where he smoke crack cocaine and loves it. 5+/10

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Same theme of people prostituting their own ‘morals’, the notoriously-prudish 1993 Indecent Proposal didn’t age too well. “Billionaire”-porn that asks the question ‘How much would you pay for one night with Robert Redford?’ Gratuitous semi-naked Demi Moore included.

Related: “Stop hitting the button!”

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Wildland (Kød & blod = Flesh and blood), an uncomfortable and claustrophobic Danish gangster thriller about a 17 year old girl who moves in with the criminal family of Sidse Babett Knudsen, her estranged aunt. 6+/10

“For some people, things go wrong before they even begin”

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Jim Jarmusch‘s Broken Flowers, a touching road film with Bill Murray, as an old ‘Don Juan’ who receive a pink, unsigned letter from an old lover, letting him know that he has a 20 year old son he never knew about.

Loveliest film of the week.

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The 2 films directed by Tom Ford:

✳️✳️✳️ A single Man, a sad and lonely gay professor, closeted in 1962 Los Angeles, is preparing to kill himself with a gun, after his boyfriend / love of his life had died in a car accident. Mute and haunting aesthetics in the fashion designer’s debut film, based on a Christopher Isherwood novel.

The ‘Stormy Weather’ dance scene between Charley and George. 8/10

✳️✳️✳️ Nocturnal Animals: Amy Adams is an unhappy owner of a fancy art gallery who receives a disturbing book manuscript written by her ex-husband, which symbolizes their relationship 20 years prior. Rarefied visuals and distinctive style.

Starts with an astonishing scene of obese old ladies dancing naked at Amy’s gala event. Michael Shannon rules as a dying Texas detective! 6+/10.

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Jean Vigo’s 1933 classic Zero for Conduct was so blatantly anarchistic, it was immediately banned in France until after WW2. In silent film style, it tells about a group of mischievous kids who rebel against the authorities of their old-fashioned boarding school. Part-inspiration for Truffaut's 400 Blows.

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Anatomy of a murder, Otto Preminger’s 1960 courtroom drama, with opening credits by Saul Bass. Crisp black & white cinematography, and with rape victim Lee Remick playing it as an outgoing loose girl of ambiguous morals, a modern floozy. 7/10.

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Blush, a wondrous, spectacularly-animated, wordless short by Joe Mateo. What starts as a riff on ‘The Little Prince’, ends up like the opening montage from ‘Up’. The obvious realization that this is a personal metaphor makes the story even deeper.

I watched it twice back to back. 10/10

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If You're Not in the Obit, Eat Breakfast - 95 year old Carl Reiner asks a bunch of charming nonagenarian friends how they manage to live so well for so long. Their answers may (not) shock you...

Spry Dick Van Dyke (92) and half-his-age wife end the film with a lovely rendition of “Young at heart”

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Hi-school-level adaptation of Thomas Piketty's book Capital in the 21st Century. A breezy discussion of how slave economy and colonialist military repression 300 years ago turn into extreme capitalism of inequality & tax-avoidance today. America is now similar economically to what England was in the early 1800s. A tiny percentage of society controls almost all its wealth. (Full text of the book here).

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Ride the eagle, a flat new indie about a guy whose estranged hippy mother leaves him her cabin at the lake when she dies, but only if he complete a certain list of tasks. Could be so much better, but the actor playing the guy was just so terrible. Unlike JK Simmons who had a small role. Best detail, when he discovers that all the cabinets in the house are full with pot.

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Old, my first, (and possibly last), M. Night Shyamalan. The seductive premise of a secluded beach at a fancy tropical resort that ages everybody who comes there, turns into an unconvincing Twilight Zone bore.

...”(Gurgling sounds)”...

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First watch: I never saw (any) Planet of the apes before, and in spite of my misgivings, gave it a go. 100% anthropomorphic, it couldn��t visualize a universe different from the American mindset of that period. Preachy and very Rod Sterling-like. "It's a madhouse in here”. Pass!

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The latest Veritasium YouTube video about bowling current technology. Always interesting.

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Throw-back to the art project:

Planet of the Apes Adora.

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(My complete movie list is here)

#movies

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richincolor · 4 years ago

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New Releases for the Week of May 3, 2021

It's great to see so many new books hitting the shelves this week. I know I've been waiting for several of these and am happy to be able to finally read them.

The Ones We’re Meant to Find by Joan He Roaring Brook

Cee has been trapped on an abandoned island for three years without any recollection of how she arrived, or memories from her life prior. All she knows is that somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, she has a sister named Kay. Determined to find her, Cee devotes her days to building a boat from junk parts scavenged inland, doing everything in her power to survive until the day she gets off the island and reunites with her sister.

In a world apart, 16-year-old STEM prodigy Kasey Mizuhara is also living a life of isolation. The eco-city she calls home is one of eight levitating around the world, built for people who protected the planet―and now need protecting from it. With natural disasters on the rise due to climate change, eco-cities provide clean air, water, and shelter. Their residents, in exchange, must spend at least a third of their time in stasis pods, conducting business virtually whenever possible to reduce their environmental footprint. While Kasey, an introvert and loner, doesn’t mind the lifestyle, her sister Celia hated it. Popular and lovable, Celia much preferred the outside world. But no one could have predicted that Celia would take a boat out to sea, never to return.

Now it’s been three months since Celia’s disappearance, and Kasey has given up hope. Logic says that her sister must be dead. But as the public decries her stance, she starts to second guess herself and decides to retrace Celia’s last steps. Where they’ll lead her, she does not know. Her sister was full of secrets. But Kasey has a secret of her own. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Meet Cute Diary by Emery Lee Quill Tree Books

Noah Ramirez thinks he’s an expert on romance. He has to be for his popular blog, the Meet Cute Diary, a collection of trans happily ever afters. There’s just one problem—all the stories are fake. What started as the fantasies of a trans boy afraid to step out of the closet has grown into a beacon of hope for trans readers across the globe.

When a troll exposes the blog as fiction, Noah’s world unravels. The only way to save the Diary is to convince everyone that the stories are true, but he doesn’t have any proof. Then Drew walks into Noah’s life, and the pieces fall into place: Drew is willing to fake-date Noah to save the Diary. But when Noah’s feelings grow beyond their staged romance, he realizes that dating in real life isn’t quite the same as finding love on the page.

In this charming novel by Emery Lee, Noah will have to choose between following his own rules for love or discovering that the most romantic endings are the ones that go off script. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

They Better Call Me Sugar: My Journey from the Hood to the Hardwood by Sugar Rodgers Black Sheep

Growing up in dire poverty in Suffolk, Virginia, Sugar (born Ta’Shauna) Rodgers never imagined that she would become an all-star player in the WNBA (Women’s National Basketball Association). Both of her siblings were in and out of prison throughout much of her childhood and shootings in her neighborhood were commonplace. For Sugar this was just a fact of life.

While academics wasn’t a high priority for Sugar and many of her friends, athletics always played a prominent role. She mastered her three-point shot on a net her brother put up just outside their home, eventually becoming so good that she could hustle local drug dealers out of money in one-on-one contests.

With the love and support of her family and friends, Sugar’s performance on her high school basketball team led to her recruitment by the Georgetown Hoyas, and her eventual draft into the WNBA in 2013 by the Minnesota Lynx (who won the WNBA Finals in Sugar’s first year). The first of her family to attend college, Sugar speaks of her struggles both academically and as an athlete with raw honesty.

Sugar’s road to a successful career as a professional basketball player is fraught with sadness and death–including her mother’s death when she’s fourteen, which leaves Sugar essentially homeless. Throughout it all, Sugar clings to basketball as a way to keep herself focused and sane.

And now Sugar shares her story as a message of hope and inspiration for young girls and boys everywhere, but especially those growing up in economically challenging conditions. Never sugarcoating her life experiences, she delivers a powerful message of discipline, perseverance, and always believing in oneself. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Excuse Me While I Ugly Cry by Joya Goffney HarperTeen

Quinn keeps lists of everything—from the days she’s ugly cried, to “Things That I Would Never Admit Out Loud,” to all the boys she’d like to kiss. Her lists keep her sane. By writing her fears on paper, she never has to face them in real life. That is, until her journal goes missing…

An anonymous account posts one of her lists on Instagram for the whole school to see and blackmails her into facing seven of her greatest fears, or else her entire journal will go public. Quinn doesn’t know who to trust. Desperate, she teams up with Carter Bennett—the last known person to have her journal—in a race against time to track down the blackmailer.

Together, they journey through everything Quinn’s been too afraid to face, and along the way, Quinn finds the courage to be honest, to live in the moment, and to fall in love. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Hurricane Summer by Asha Bromfield Wednesday Books

Tilla has spent her entire life trying to make her father love her. But every six months, he leaves their family and returns to his true home: the island of Jamaica.

When Tilla’s mother tells her she’ll be spending the summer on the island, Tilla dreads the idea of seeing him again, but longs to discover what life in Jamaica has always held for him.

In an unexpected turn of events, Tilla is forced to face the storm that unravels in her own life as she learns about the dark secrets that lie beyond the veil of paradise—all in the midst of an impending hurricane.

Hurricane Summer is a powerful coming of age story that deals with colorism, classism, young love, the father-daughter dynamic—and what it means to discover your own voice in the center of complete destruction. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Indivisible by Daniel Aleman Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

There is a word Mateo Garcia and his younger sister Sophie have been taught to fear for as long as they can remember: deportation. Over the past few years, however, the fear that their undocumented immigrant parents could be sent back to Mexico has started to fade to the back of their minds. And why wouldn’t it, when their Ma and Pa have been in the United States for so long, they have American-born children, and they’re hard workers and good neighbors?

When two ICE agents come asking for Pa, the Garcia family realizes that the lives they’ve built are about to come crumbling down. And when Mateo returns from school one day to find that his parents have been taken, he’ll have to come to terms with the fact that his family’s worst nightmare has become a reality.

With his Ma and Pa being held in separate detention centers, Mateo must learn how to look after his sister and himself. The choices Mateo makes, and the people he turns to for help, might reunite his family… or tear them apart for good. With his parents’ fate and his own future hanging in the balance, Mateo must figure out who he is and what he is capable of, even as he’s forced to question what it means to be an American teenager in a country that rejects his own mom and dad. — Cover art and summary via Goodreads

Counting Down with You by Tashie Bhuiyan Inkyard Press

Karina Ahmed has a plan. Keep her head down, get through high school without a fuss, and follow her parents’ rules—even if it means sacrificing her dreams. When her parents go abroad to Bangladesh for four weeks, Karina expects some peace and quiet. Instead, one simple lie unravels everything.

Karina is my girlfriend.

Tutoring the school’s resident bad boy was already crossing a line. Pretending to date him? Out of the question. But Ace Clyde does everything right—he brings her coffee in the mornings, impresses her friends without trying, and even promises to buy her a dozen books (a week) if she goes along with his fake-dating facade. Though Karina agrees, she can’t help but start counting down the days until her parents come back.

T-minus twenty-eight days until everything returns to normal—but what if Karina no longer wants it to? — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

All Kinds of Other by James Sie Quill Tree Books

In this tender, nuanced coming-of-age love story, two boys—one who is cis and one who is trans—have been guarding their hearts to protect themselves, until their feelings for each other give them a reason to stand up to their fears.

Two boys are starting at a new school.

Jules is just figuring out what it means to be gay and hasn’t totally decided whether he wants to be out at his new school. His parents and friends have all kinds of opinions, but for his part, Jules just wants to make the basketball team and keep his head down.

Jack is trying to start over after a best friend break-up. He followed his actor father clear across the country to LA, but he’s also totally ready to leave his past behind. Maybe this new school where no one knows him is exactly what he needs.

When the two boys meet, the sparks are undeniable. But then a video surfaces linking Jack to a pair of popular transgender vloggers, and the revelations about Jack’s past thrust both Jack and Jules into the spotlight they’ve been trying to avoid. Suddenly both boys have a choice to make—between lying low where it’s easier or following their hearts. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Luck of the Titanic by Stacey Lee G.P. Putnam's Sons Books for Young Readers

Southampton, 1912: Seventeen-year-old British-Chinese Valora Luck has quit her job and smuggled herself aboard the Titanic with two goals in mind: to reunite with her twin brother Jamie--her only family now that both their parents are dead--and to convince a part-owner of the Ringling Brothers Circus to take the twins on as acrobats. Quick-thinking Val talks her way into opulent firstclass accommodations and finds Jamie with a group of fellow Chinese laborers in third class. But in the rigidly stratified world of the luxury liner, Val's ruse can only last so long, and after two long years apart, it's unclear if Jamie even wants the life Val proposes. Then, one moonless night in the North Atlantic, the unthinkable happens--the supposedly unsinkable ship is dealt a fatal blow--and Val and her companions suddenly find themselves in a race to survive.

Stacey Lee, master of historical fiction, brings a fresh perspective to an infamous tragedy, loosely inspired by the recently uncovered account of six Titanic survivors of Chinese descent.

#new releases #YALit

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Anniversary

Happy Birthday @pizza-n-sunshine! Its a day early here but over there, it’s your birthday! I hope you have a wonderful time with your family and friends and perhaps some Pan dulce while you’re at it. You’ve been such a wonderful friend, a leader almost as you created such beautiful fanfics that undoubtedly brought a smile to my face or occasionally pulled at my heart. You’ve helped host and edit one of the most rocking podcasts, and what’s more. You’ve been unfailingly kind, open hearted and sweet to everyone looking to squeal their hearts out over this wonderful show. An era may be over, but your magic within and your light will always shine so bright. Enjoy! Elena took a deep breath and peeked from the corner of her eye. Mateo was sitting silently, crossed legged and breathing deeply to the sounds of Flo singing around the courtyard, sniffing the flowers and generally dancing with delight over the bright sunny day.

Or more likely Mateo was meditating in spite of Flo's cheerful singing.

The fluffy alpacamundi was truly adorable and sweet, she had been a manifestation of all of Elena's happiness after all, but meditative and staying quiet were never one of her key traits.

Speaking of manifesting Elena's happiness.

She peeked out of the corner of her eye at Mateo's blissful face. It seemed he reached his peace. Elena felt the familiar flutter in her stomach even though she had been lucky enough to see his face every day for the past six years now. But she could never get enough of it.

The crookedness of his lips when he felt a bit uncomfortable that made her heart go out to him, but as adorkably endearing. The soft brown curls that Elena loved running her fingers through, mussing it a bit, making him look untamed. Which reminded her of his eyes.

His beautiful expressive hazel eyes and how his feelings shone out of them clear as the sun. The mischievous twinkle, the wicked glint at night, the tenderness....Ah the tenderness she loved. For even though she was a strong queen, she prided herself on the fact, she was able to let go around him, and for that she was grateful.

He would never see it as a weakness or see her as less weak. He just held her, and she reveled in that affection. Yes, he was also a manifestation of happiness.

Not that she created him. But he brought her happiness all the same.

Which is why on this bright spring day, she was enjoying this morning by having a day off and meditating with him. Well that and one other reason. It happened to be their one year anniversary.

She hadn't been expecting a parade or a bouquet of flowers, she wasn't so high-maintenance, but a little something.

She would have preferred a day with no work, no other people. Just her and Mateo curled up in some little concealed part of the garden, enjoying each other's company. And perhaps more.

In fact, that had been what she expected when Mateo arrived at her door, asking her if she wanted to go out to the garden.

When they got to the far corner of the garden with its apricot mallow flowers. It was a secluded spot, mainly because it seemed that there was not much to look at but the sparse hills. Which was true during the daytime, but at night, with its simple view, it made the sunset all the more stunning and vivid. In fact it reminded her a bit of Mateo.

How people saw him as a somewhat shy and dorky wizard, even he saw himself as that, doubting his skills and abilities. But Elena just knew ever since he helped free her from her amulet that there was a spark, a royal master wizard in him that just needed to believe in himself. Seemingly plain at first glance, but at the right moment, he could take your breath away.

So with all these clues, she waited for him to magic up a blanket, perhaps a picnic of her favorite pan dulce treats and enjoy their alone time.

Instead Mateo said that he had wanted to do some meditation outside since it was so nice out. He sat down, patted the spot next to her and closed her eyes. So she played along even attempting to do a downward dog while he was in a perfectly content butterfly pose. And it had been like this for the past 10 minutes. Either he was really good at holding out the surprise or he really didn't know what it was.

Nothing new going on here, no smile or Happy anniversary.

Elena shook her head. What was wrong with her? This is what she wanted after all. Alone time with Mateo. Which was even more solitary now that Flo was gone, bored by their inaction.

But still...a little acknowledgement would have been nice. After all, for her the moment they gave into their feelings had been like an unexpected bolt of lightning, a feeling of shock after the Coronation ceremony.

She had thought finally being crowned queen, surrounded by her family and friends, had been cathartic enough. But when she found the words to tell Mateo her intense feelings and Mateo return them in turn, a new catharsis came. Everything fitting into place. A moment of completeness.

She had somewhat realized her feelings months before. It had been during the first few days after Naomi's departure. She had felt lost without her best friend.

She always treasured the blonde's company, and she hadn't wanted to stand in the way of her dreams, but she hadn't been expecting such feelings of abandonment and loneliness.

Mateo had seen her wandering the hallways, nostalgically looking at their picture together and did what he did best. He listened, he sympathesized, he gave her comfort like no one else could. There was something about that understanding look, the soft feel of his wool rub that made her feel safe, like everything would be okay in the end. There was no judgement, just love. Maybe that had been running undercurrent in her mind.

For when Mateo reminded her that between the three of them, and Isabel's inventions, Avalor would be well-protected and he and Gabe might not be able to do girl-talk. they would take over the other best friend activities, something rang false.

When he assured her that Naomi would come back to her true home after she sailed the seven seas, that this was no different than if it had been Gabe leaving on a guard search or Mateo travelling to find some new spells.

She didn't know what it was but the idea of Mateo leaving struck more deep than the sadness she felt at Naomi's departure. The thought of Mateo leaving for an indefinite amount of time, no idea when or if he would come back was like the ground opening up under her. Being stuck back in the amulet. Without Mateo by her side, she would lose her biggest source of comfort. Her biggest sharer of puns. He helped calm her, reminding her of her mother's song. Being with Mateo was like being with someone who was perfectly attuned with her feelings. They could share a look and know exactly what the other was thinking. He was more than a friend. He was...

That's when it hit her.

But she just smiled at Mateo and nodded, leaning into the crook of his neck, all the while trying to calm her fluttering heart and focus on jaquins and pan dulce in hopes of keeping the thoughts at bay.

She had done a good job of it. Mateo had been so surprised when she admitted her feelings for him. But then after Naomi had left there had been many things to distract her. The coming darkness, her lying cousin, malvagos, planning Chloe's party, her own coronation coming up.

She got swept up in the bustle of life and tried her best to ignore the feelings of warmth and happiness that Mateo's smile gave her. She had to wait. She had to wait till she was ready.

That came after the day after Coronation.

She had been more than ready to start the day. Even though it wasn't royal queen behavior, she had run down the hall, as eager as she had at 16. And she ran right into Mateo.

He had smiled and teased her, "Someone's excited to do paperwork." They had held each other's arms a bit too long. They laughed and had looked longer into each other's eyes than a best friend should.

And she plunged, "Mateo, how are... I mean.. I'm gad we danced. But I had really wanted to have that first dance with you." He blushed and sheepishly rubbed his neck, "It;s fine. Francisco has been there for you for so long.."

“Yes, but you have been with me too." Elena interrupted, feeling that she had to blurt everything now even if her tongue was slower than the words speeding in her head, "No matter what. And.. I will be there for you no matter what too." "Of course, Elena, I never doubted that."

“And I love you. I think I really love you."

The emotions across Mateo's face were brief yet distinct. Confusion, disbelief, shock, happiness. His voice wavered because despite his gleeful face, he still couldn't believe his ears, "You do?"

“Yes." Elena inhaled, feeling the weight, the nervous flutter dissipated even if he might reject her.

Though she doubted it from his glowing features. "I-I do too." Mateo whispered, still unsure so much like the young wizard she had encouraged to find the magic within than the confident man he was now.

They smiled, Elena felt like her face would split wide open. Mateo smiled at her and it made her smile more which made him smile that sweet crooked smile.

They kissed, starting a bit hesitant, a bit awkward, but then their lips touched and once more completeness enveloped her. That and warmth and fireworks. It was a world unto her own and she was floating in his arms.

Her mind was at once blank, only feeling Mateo's touch and spinning with questions in a freefall. She also felt a sense of imbalance at Mateo's admittance. When she realized her feelings she hadn't been sure that Mateo liked her in that way.

He had said they were friends, kept assuring he would always be there for her, that's what friends did. But to realize that Mateo had been hiding feelings too.

She wondered when it started. She had her answers soon enough after they stopped kissing. Embarrassingly caught by Senora Torrez and Flo's knowing smiles.

They talked long into the night after a busy day of work that she hadn't been able to concentrate as she should have. She had been embarrassed to find out that Mateo realized his feelings long before her and that she had remained perfectly oblivious. Mateo told her that it was fine, she had more important things going on then and he had thought she wouldn't feel the same way for a simple wizard like him.

She reminded him that he was not a simple wizard, he was so much more than that and she believed he was capable of great things. They talked about the depths of their feelings, how they had always felt a connection. Elena even mentioned how it transcended dreams like her nightmare universe where Esteban reigned.

No matter what was more than a saying between then. It was an oath, a promise they'd never break. They'd always be there for each other.

The slight annoyance that Mateo was not remembering what day it was faded away at the thought of their saying.

“Stop it, Elena" she scolded herself, "He has a lot of other things on his mind.” With teaching Olivia and his other apprentices, and advising Gabe's magic squadron, and helping rebuild alliances and dealing with complaints. He must need this meditation time in order to relax.

She certainly knew he needed sleep from staying up all night perfecting spells and preparing potions, his mind constantly racing to find more knowledge. Though she must admit she found the result of his lack of sleep- his spontaneous cat naps around the palace- adorable.

Not everything is going to be focused on their relationship. He was going to get distracted and forget once and a while. That didn't matter. She knew he loves her. She glanced at Mateo again, he looked so peaceful. A small smile on his lips, his head bowed in concentration.

How times have changed.

She never thought once she became queen that everything would be fine. There were still minor attacks from villagers awakening a sleeping magical creature mixed with the more mundane, and politically-tricky kingdom negotiations.

But it was nowhere near the life or death battles against shades and malvagos, and battling her own intense emotions reflected through her magic powers. She was confident now, she knew how to rule and balance her own feelings with the greater picture for the good of the kingdom.

It was certainly a different time from when she was first released from her amulet. She chuckled at how impatient and overconfident she had been, with no clue of how much she was about to learn and experience.

Oh and now she, the Queen of Avalor, was the girlfriend of the Master Royal wizard.

Mateo was her soul mate. A boy with many talents, but the biggest one was his heart and bravery despite all that he had been through.

He had grown the most over the years they've together from studying in the darkness of the basement, hiding his chispa from Shuriki's forces to facing his own insecurities to staring down the most dangerous malvagos the Everrealm had known.

Elena shook her head. She was going to forget all that special anniversary nonsense. She was happy enough being with him, and seeing him happy.

She got up, and kissed the top of his head, 'I'm going to go tell Armando to bring some pan dulce for us. Yoga works up an appetite.

“Especially if it's Ixlan's extreme yoga." Mateo smiled.

Elena laughed and stopped by the fountain seeing Flo splashing around with the birds. "Flo can you tell Armando to bring some pan dulces to the far end of the garden."

"Oo pan dulce! Can I eat some!? Can I eat some?!" Flo pleaded.

"Of course you can." Elena promised. "Yipee!" Flo called, racing off to find Armando.

Elena walked back and saw Mateo frantically setting up a blanket as flower bouquets and garlands levitating in the air.

“You remembered?" Elena gasped, running to hug Mateo from behind, causing the petals to fall down, petals spinning around them as they crashed.

"Heh, I was hoping to surprise you, but you wouldn't close your eyes for meditation." Mateo said, his crooked smile bringing out his laugh lines, "I know you wanted to spend the day together but I thought I'd make it a little bit magical." He motioned to the formerly levitating objects and she giggled at his pun.

“I love it!" Elena beamed, and kissed him, savoring the the taste of his lips, how he was almost hesitant at first, probably from surprise, but then it deepened, filled with longing as all her senses went on overdrive, intoxicated by the touch of Mateo, his taste, his warmth. Everything, it left her breathless. But she had one present to give him first before she forgot...

"I got you something too," she frantically reached into her belt where she had clumsily tied her present next to her scepter but had hoped that he wouldn't have noticed.

They had said they wouldn't get gifts but she had broken the promise anyway. Her gift was an old spellbook she had found in her father's office, now hers. King Raul had been close with Alacazar, very interested in magic works as much as science. The spellbook was Alacazar's when he had first been named royal wizard, scrawled with Alacazar's and Raul's personal notes, and she thought it would be fitting that Mateo should have it as the Master Royal Wizard.

She added her own touch of putting the words, "Bravery,' "Discipline," "Courage," and "Love" in classical Maruvian thanks to Naomi's help.

"Wow!" Mateo inhaled, reverently gliding his hands on the smooth cover, "Thank you, Elena."

"I love you." "I love you too." Mateo replied and pulled her closer for another kiss.

"Whatcha doing?" Flo sing-songed, leaping onto Elena's shoulder with a roguish smile, causing the two to reluctantly pull apart to see Armando's fluster face as he left a plate of pan dulce on the discarded blanket.

“So shall we start the meditation again?" Elena teased, snuggling close to Mateo's side, popping a pan dulce in her mouth as Flo eagerly chowed down.

"Elena!" Mateo cried indignantly, "It's our anniversary, this isn't no ordinary day."

Elena laughed as she recalled her thoughts minutes ago, "What do you suggest?'

"I know the perfect way to clear our minds" Mateo smiled and leaned for another blissful kiss.

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So, I rarely do episode reactions but this is finale, so I need to do it:

Mingo, Zoom and Estrella <3

Hi Marlena. I think Marlena is my one of my favourites minor characters for if only because I think she has sibling like relationship with Mateo. So I’m glad she did get lowkey bigger role this season even though it’s still small.

I must note despite everything kids didn’t boo at ‘lying cousin Esteban’

Shuriki from Spirit Wolrd: I do not do high-fives, and did you just make me dance? And I wouldn’t let Esteban dance also.

Puppets facial expressions are something else

I love how Armando had puppet Gabe on his head for a moment

Lmao, I think getting public to not be angry at Esteban wouldn’t be that hard if now it can be singed ‘Poor Victor and Carla Delgado’ after they have been wanted criminals for like...two years?

Puppet Esteban hiding behind puppet AshXD

Armando and Marlena are so cute

I love the parts when kids are singing

I really love ‘long may she reign’ part

Also, I was confused everytime when someone was singing/saying ‘four years’ cause I was not sure if that was ‘four years’ or ‘for years’

Zuzo, don’t scare her

‘You can’t believe everything a whispering campfire tells you’ I love Zuzo being dissmisant of prophercies.

Elena with that excited ‘I waited four years’

I saw that people were worried that Francisco was dying because of that and later and I’m like...it didn’t cross my mind that it could mean that.

Well, it’s not last

Naomi,Isabel,Gabe and Mateo are relatable.

Sorry, Dona, Zuzo ruined your chance in previous episode

How Elena doesn’t know she has to do these things? She was heir to throne since birth? She was so busy preparing two episodes ago? HOW litterally everyone else knows and treats like it’s obvious!?

Elena making Gabe and Mateo hold hands <3

Royals <3

‘I can’t wait to try your fine cuisine’ I see king Toshi has same priorities as me.

I see Alonso looks slightly different than last time?

Valentina being in carriage with Alonso and his father <3 Now that I think about it, Cordoba and Paraiso are both close to Avalor, so they are probably close to each other too?

Hector in carriage with these two kings who he used to boss around until Elena came. I assume they made up and now are equal friends?

Poor Armando. Also, Valentina little too late to say thatXD

Wait, what they were about to do? What runthrough?

That looks beautiful

Lmao at Ixlan not caring

Warning isn’t enough, but does that mean they didn’t warn her? Or they did? Though, if they did they shouldn’t be surprised that she came

Lmao at them knowing she will go anyway

So...that means when Craig said that Franciso may now be ashamed (that was what he wrote?) of his vote about Esteban he was probably just tired of that question and decided to troll?

Elena’s ‘Not anymore’ is kind of scary.

I still can’t believe how naive Ash is

Chatana...Tziloco found it? Okay, he didn’t notice that he found it, but still, that was joined effort.

How did she know it’s under the ocean not on it?

I love how they look at Isa with such admiration cause she invented poisonous arrows.

Only Antonia from the rest of the guards?

Ooo...you are both adorable sidekicks.

Esteban and Elena conflict third season is really direct opposite of Cassandra and Rapunzel conflict in tangled third seasonXD I mean in how how traitor-antagonist and protagonist react to each other.

I’m lowkey surprised that Mateo is surprised that she got his name rightXD

Esteban and Ixlan sceneXD

I think Isa also thinks that jellyfish is a baby.

Marissa!

Poor Carla.

Why Esteban teleported there?

Wow, Elena really control her emotion powers.

Unforunately, she still let emotions decide for her.

Lmao at Shades renaming themselves.

Mateo, sweetie, that was stupid.

Ixlan finally seeing challenge.

Mateo with glowing green eyes looks nice. Scary, but nice.

Isa already taking charge.

At first I thought Elena’s angery magic started kicking in here. Also her angery face here is glorious.

Okay, Vuli’s face colours changing are like Elena’s dress, but his main colour is green so...I dunno,it’s kinda weirdXD

I think that is my favourite song in whole episode.

Those Shades really likes to invade Esteban’s personal space

I heard Ozai with angery ‘Tell us!’

I see Hetz actually have to think about what to sing.

Cahu’s voice hypnotizes me. Like when she talks also,but singing is double powerful. Also, I’m not sure if she is the most powerful? Like,on one hand, her powers is the scariest. On the other,she is the only one that needs a tool.

Oh, even Cahu saluted

I love how Cahu sang ‘We’ll meet them’

‘So you can rule your subjects like their puppets on a string’ I see Yolo is planning Esteban rule to be like this Zuzo au.

Did Esteban realize something is off when Cahu sang ‘And we’ll finish what we started long ago?’ I guess he did and then forgot the second she finished that line.

I’m sad we didn’t get to see Ash face when Bobo said ‘The one and only’. She was probably like ‘Hey,that’s my line’

...Now I’m imagining Ash trying to rule the Zanies. Just out of spite.

I wonder, did Isabel and Elena tell anyone else about that vision?

I see Naomi remembers Valentina’s got magic since I guess it’s like ‘Valentina definitely can help, and maybe someone else’

Elena finding out she has more body count than she thought.

‘Oh,drama’XD He is so happy about it

She plays pretty well for someone who can’t stand it.

‘Us probably’ it’s great line,but they are already looking away.

So the answer is Valentina.

Do they know Marissa? Also it’s nice to see Naomi and Marissa coming here together after Naomi hated Marissa that much.

Lmao at Raul and Lucia’s reactions.

Hi Orizaba

First of all: Zoopitole is Mateo’s body count

Which makes me remember I used to think Mateo is ‘looks like cinammon roll,is a cinnamon roll’ while Naomi is ‘looks like they could kill you,can actually kill you’ but it sure looks different. Naomi, you dissapointed me.

So I need to completely change how I see this meme when it comes to all four amigos. So Mateo ‘looks like a cinammon roll,could actually kill you’, Naomi is ‘looks like they could kill you, is actually cinammon roll’ Gabe is ‘looks like a cinammon roll, is a cinammon roll’ and Elena is ‘looks like could kill you,could actually kill you’

Although actually I think they are all capable of killing.

Second of all: Here they should be Flo shouting ‘I was right!’

‘Elena victims club up high!’ is great, tho.

Oh, I didn’t notice earlier that Cahu did little ‘no,don’t say that’ geture to Vulu after he said ‘let’s make it ours’. It looks kinda cute.

‘It’s that you,moustache’ ‘That’s king moustache too you’ lmao

‘They are our allies’...um,Esteban?

It kinda looked like Vuli is about to touch Abigail’s bust

They are pretty calm for being touched with chaos touch. Like they just hit the hitting bals with clubs.

Chloe and Dona hereXD

Also, is Dona escaping and Naomi right after saying she has some ideas finale foreshadowing on her being new chancellor?

‘If I told you,you wouldn’t let me do it’ ‘What? Isabel!’ Isa, he has enough of this with your sister

‘Your forecast, looks bleak’ I like that line

Isa on her way to have body count

Isa killing powerfulf shade. Gabe and Luna being proud of her <3

Yolo getting scared and Hetz appearing in spirit world immadietely. I love this whole sequence

Hi,Cacahute

Elena looks so cute here when she realised she should go after Ash

‘If you keep hearing in the darkness of your past, you will never see a brighter future’? Though I’m not sure if hearing was the word used here

Wait, that’s still don’t explain everything. Did Esteban make deal with Shuriki knowing that she would invade anyway hoping if he help her she wouldn’t hurt his family? Did he try to convince her to not attack and then she manipulated him with saying she is going to listen to him when his family didn’t?

Vuli really likes to sing.

Ixlan is sure confident.

What exactly Valentina wanted Alonso to do? He has no magic, no sword, no lasso, no fancy cool inventions? I doubt he has much body strenght?

Oh, Vuli being sad for Hetz <3

Oh, Alonso protecting Valentina <3

Did Esteban just...slide down the railing?

Luisa had great speech

Esteban really did not realise he is a villain?

Cahu summed up Esteban great.

But that also mean they saw everything...I think they know that is was really Ash who freed them.

Also, Elena is too focused on revenge, is too emotional, and too focused on past, and Esteban trusts who pretends to listen and wants power to be heard...

They are both Anakin

That’s why everything ended well in episode with Mark Hamill XD

When you walk in to some evil lady being dangerously close to your first cousin who happens to be often swayed by evil ladies (oh,and also you grandparents are turned to a stone right next to it). No, but seriously she really was close. Isa is going to have trauma

Some time later:

‘Isa: Please tell me you are a gay or ace.

Esteban: What? Why...I’m...

Isa: Please!

Esteban: Okay...So...I’m ace?

Isa:That’s a relief, thanks.-she goes

Esteban:What was that about?

Elena,seeing scene from some distance:No,seriously, what was that about?

Naomi,Mateo and Gabe who know what this is about exchanging”we are not telling her” looks in the bakground’

Rafa didn’t notice something is wrong?

Hi,Alacazar

Flo making sure she annoys Grand Macaw enough she would let her out too

...Actually Elena could just tell him she brought Flo to life with her emotions and he would kick her out to not risk having more creatures like this in his nest.

Thank you Bobo for vocalising your irritation with that. You saved Elena

Didn’t Ash find it suspicious that Elena stopped Bobo or she didn’t notice?

Hi Sanza

Hi Shuriki, I see you saw that kid eating popcorn during the song in the beggining and decided you want it too.

Also, she is probably happy right now that Elena loses only to find out Elena goes back to real worldXD Unless she knew it, Troyo didn’t seem surprised.

Also, I wonder how music and dance hater feels about being stuck at eternal party. I suppose she found that olaball game moment of relieve

Zoopitole, that was harsh. I can’t believe they made me feel sorry for Ash. I hope she didn’t hear ir.

Mateo’s sad voice when he told shades had taken over Avalor :(

Isa’s sad voice when she said ‘I’m sorry’ :(

‘Pride had put my heart to sleep, but now I’m wide awake. I have hurt everyone, the damage is done’ I love this part. Also love Esteban’s eyes when he opens the door.

The change of scene with fountains is beautiful.

I’m little dissapointed that Isa didn’t talk during that part so I would have all main characters kinda-shared song. Even though only two sing, but still that would be little something.

Elena hugging Skylar <3

Esteban on that throne :(

Carmen’s face after little touch of chaosXD

‘You don’t wanna mess wtih Vuli’ ‘Okay’ I love Migs here

Vuli, you really are attacking your friend for accident?

I love that Gabe didn’t use tamborita in the finale but got his main skill show off just with his tool powered up by a Mateo.

Also love that got to use his signature move that got stolen by two peopleXD in real fight.

Also, Antonia used tamoborita...I’m kind of starting to think there is some general rule that women more often have natural talent for magic.

‘Or send us’ and not reacting to Elena’s ‘wait, you didn’t mention that’. Same feral energy as Isa’s earlier.

Oh, Yolo (Vulu too? I’m not sure) is happy to see Hetz again <3

Mateo and Gabe turned into a stone right after their sucess :(

Also, I think they are the only one besides Francisco and Luisa to be two people turned into same stone? That’s kind of shippy

Elena’s face after that

Skylar :(

That’s sadistic on one side, but on the other,good that she decided to torture her before killing

Good choice, Esteban. Extremely predictable way to reedem him but that’s a good thing.

Congratulations Esteban on earning your redemption.

Hmm, now all of show main male characters are turned into stone.

The forgivness dress is white! Yeah, I thought so for longer time!

Though the reason is most probably either cause white is angelic colour or mixed coulour of rainbows I thought this because of that dress (and...that might be foreshadowing of white forgivness dress?):

And to lesser extent that:

Because of that first dress being in episode where Esteban after making mistake decided that he (well,and Naomi and Mateo and Luna.Though not really Luna) owes her more than apology, and also because that’s where we got little more of his backstory.

And the second because Esteban was reffering to this episode in his clue, even though she didn’t have that dress in scene he was reffering to. Also, in that episode Elena was especially worried about being noble leader, and she was afraid of losing everything again even though there was no real threat at those point.

Also, that’s why I kinda tried to find connections to certain episodes in Elena’s other colours.

'You can’t change what you did before, but you can change what you do next’ right?

Wow, how she control that. And it’s beautiful <3

Oh, and she remembers that others need to be saved to without having to see them

Valentina hug-spinning Alonso <3

Gabe and Mateo nicely landed.

Also, I was lowkey surprised here that Naomi first checked on Mateo, despite being suggested to being in love (in relationship?) with Gabe, but since every other from amigos ships was teased, and that was only Naomi and Mateo one-on-one interaction in the whole special, I’m happy with that.

...How Esteban managed to aim correctly when Elena has to work on that pretty long?

Elena:Well, I let you use my tool, so now I’m going to use yours

Did flames told Quita Moz after the test what it was or he just didn’t tell Elena earlier? Or he figures out himself what test was?

Wow, Luisa is surprised that Elena forgave Esteban

Elena and Esteban hug <3

Elena and Isabel hug <3

Amigos hug <3

We have a queen to crown <3

That pose during changing of the scene is cute:

Mingo, Zoom and Estrella <3

Hector bowing <3

Tomiko doing ‘<3′ <3

I love how all teen(wait,no...young adults?) royals are in the same shot <3

Elena looking at Esteban and he bowing <3 Dona smiling <3

Hi Sofia! And Amber! And James! And Miranda! And Roland!

Although James, Sofia and Amber look kinda weird

Technically, Elena isn’t one yet too, since she isn’t crowned yet

Also now I kinda wish we had seen Vor in spirit world cause I still don’t know if Sofia has body count or that was just exorcism

‘Elena,queen of Avalor’<3

‘All hail the queen’<3

Lmao at Gabe and Mateo

I saw people saying it looked like marriage proposal before I saw episode, and I thought it was just shipping googles, but damn, it really did look like that.

Daniel and Scarlett already proud in the background

‘With the best insticts in the kingdom’ Naomi, you are awesome

‘Gabe,you’ve been by my side since my first day of rule’ <3 Love Gabe’s eyes here.

‘Mateo,we’ve been through so much together, you and I’ <3

Mateo is so cute here

Okay, so that was like super cute and ship teasing all ships between Elena and her amigos,but...Does Gabe and Mateo’s new titles change anything for them? Or was Elena just like ‘Okay, I’m going to be queen, I’m going to make Naomi chancellor and Isabel royal inventor...boys would have feel left out. My boys also need fancy titles’

Isa being royal inventor and that hug <3

Elena teasing Mateo and Gabe XD

Kinda thought she might choose Esteban. Still,cute <3

Four servants giving guitars, to four people, and one of them isn’t even from royal family. Wow

Elena touching all amigos hands <3

For some reason I kinda don’t like line ‘And now you’ve crowned me’ but like. Literally only that line. And I don’t know why.

Elena dancing with Francisco <3

Elena hugging Isa and Luisa <3

Elena twirling with Naomi <3

Gabe and Mateo twirling Elena in the while lifting her <3

Gabe putting his hand on Mateo’s shoulder <3

Elena hugging Skylar <3 Luna being only one eating, relatable. And Skylar coming for more hugs <3

She seemed surprised that they started signing here. But only for a moment

That hand move with ‘I know we gonna be alright’ looks so cool

Mateo and Gabe lifting Elena while she is sitting<3

Esteban breakdancingXD Though, for being such major character there was very little of him in that last song.

I love the way Naomi pulled Gabe into dance

Isa and James look cute

Lmao, Craig said that he THINKS Ixlan and Antonia share some scene when they actually had a dance with in which Antonia holds Ixlan down with that face?

Also, Ixlan is impressed

‘Are you ready for day two?’ ‘I am!’ <3

Mateo and Carla buming heads and holding hands <3 I was hoping for some positive interaction that could be seen as ship tease with tight shipping googles but turns out googles didn’t need to be that tight. Also I think I would be happy if that actually means they are confirmed. Like, eleteo is still my otp, but I really love this one too. Kinda like I’m happy with ichihime being canon depsite ishihime being my fave Orihime ship also though it probably helps that ichiruki is my notp and renruki is my otp for whole manga but also why i’m taliing about bleach while didn’t read most of it. Altough that could be just, okay now let’s dance together like normal people

Alonso and Valentina being their extra selves together <3 I waited for any interaction for so long, and now I’ve been fed so much <3

Oh, Hector and Abigail walking-jumping hand in hand. Cute

Marissa twirls beautifully. I lowkey laugh at Marzel’s walk though.

Dona seemingly kissing Julio behind that fan really took me by surprise. I didn’t expect that level of ship tease.

Elena and Sofia being last dance <3

I didn’t notice earlier Naomi threw scepter to Elena

That beautiful spoiled shot <3

Elena’s crown falling down, and she having to adjust it, and Naomi’s face and Isa laugh <3

Wow,background to credits is stunnigly beautiful.

So anyway, I really love the finale! It’s so emotional and beautifully concludes everything.

#elena of avalor #eoa spoilers

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morganaspendragonss · 4 years ago

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never been one for goodbyes

In the aftermath, the 126 take comfort in each other.

a series of vignettes about the 126 trying to come to terms with the events of s2e2

i may or may not have cried while writing this. spoilers for lone star s2e2 to follow

ao3

Judd doesn’t sleep that night. He pretends to for a while, for Grace’s sake, but when he’s certain she’s asleep again he slips out of bed and moves on silent feet to the patio, making a pit stop in the kitchen for whiskey. His fingers shake as they wrap around the glass and he finds he can’t steady his breathing. It doesn’t help that the air outside is foul, volcanic ash and smoke mingling to clog up his throat, but Judd doesn’t care. He won’t be out here for long, just enough to clear his head before he goes back to bed so Grace won’t find out.

Clearly, though, he’s not as subtle as he thought, because soon enough there are footsteps approaching and hands rubbing gentle circles on his shoulders.

“Come back inside, sweetheart,” Grace says, dropping a kiss on the top of his head.

He shakes his head, swirling his drink. There’s ash in that too, but it doesn’t matter. He wasn’t drinking it anyway.

“Judd.” Grace sits next to him, taking his trembling hands in hers. She’s looking at him so softly, and it breaks Judd in two.

“I can’t,” he chokes out. “I saw it, Grace, I saw him get hit by that rock, and I just -”

He breaks off and looks away from her, scrubbing roughly at his eyes. Grace nods and squeezes his hands, like she knows what he’s thinking. Hell, she’s probably thinking about it too; Grace had been on the line that night.

Judd had never seen his brothers’ bodies, but he’d seen Tim’s - or what was left of it. And now… Now, he can’t help but imagine their faces transposed onto his, fire reflected in their glassy eyes just as it had been in Tim’s tonight. He feels guilty for it, because Tim was Tim, not his old crew, but he’s stuck back in that night again and his hands won’t stop fucking shaking.

“I can’t do this again, Gracie,” he sobs, curling in on himself to try and contain the hurt.

Grace’s arms come around him. “You’re not alone, Judd,” she murmurs. “Not now. Not ever.”

And Judd lets go, leaning into her chest and coming apart in her embrace.

He would have been content to stay out here until the sun came up, but Gwyn eventually insists upon him going back inside. He gives in fairly easily, truth be told; Owen is tired of fighting right now. She doesn’t try to coax him to bed, which he’s grateful for, but she does sit with him, a silent, stoic presence at his side.

“Where’s TK?” she asks after a while. “I didn’t notice him coming in with you.”

“He’s with Carlos, I think.”

“You think?” There’s a quiet note of panic in Gwyn’s voice, and Owen hates himself for causing it. Hates himself more for understanding it, maybe even sharing it a little. “Owen -”

“He’s fine,” he says. “Or, he’s not… He’s with Carlos. That’s what he said, and I believe him.”

Gwyn nods, lips pursed. “Okay.”

They lapse into silence again, Owen feeling the weariness and heavy, heavy grief settling deeper into his bones with each passing moment. He and Tim hadn’t even been that close, but Owen has a duty of care. Everybody who clocks in, clocks out. It’s one of his rules, a rule he’s broken very few times in his career.

The first time was 9/11, his entire firehouse wiped out save for him.

The second was when TK got shot, and Owen thought his world was imploding all over again.

Today was the third time, which makes it three times too many in Owen’s book. It can’t happen again. It won’t.

“Owen,” Gwyn says, and she’s looking at him with those wide, pleading eyes that Owen knows he can’t refuse. “Remember what I said earlier? Please don’t bottle this up.”

Owen swallows thickly. “I won’t,” he says, and he doesn’t know if it’s a lie.

TK doesn’t know how long they spend on the stairs, curled around one another. Long enough for his legs to start to cramp, and it’s only the thought that Carlos must be just as uncomfortable that finally persuades him to let go.

“You okay?” Carlos asks as he straightens out, the first words either of them have spoken since TK walked in.

TK hesitates, a ‘yes’ halfway to his lips, but the lie is bitter on his tongue and he knows he can’t fake it. Not with Carlos. So he simply shakes his head and looks down at the floor, focusing on nothing in particular.

He hasn’t cried yet; he doesn’t know if he will. It’s usually these kinds of nights when the pull to his addiction is strongest - nights like Alex leaving him and finding out about his dad’s cancer and sudden, pointless heartbreak - but he’s just...numb. He keeps playing the call on repeat in his head, from the initial panic to the shock at seeing Tim, and he doesn’t feel it.

He doesn’t feel a goddamn thing.

Carlos takes his hand and gently pulls him upright, offering himself as support. TK takes it, leaning heavily on Carlos as they shuffle to bed, the silence between them a comfort to him. His fingers fumble as he tries to strip off, and Carlos helps with that too, without TK even trying to ask him.

“Thank you,” he manages, his voice coming out hoarse and weak. In response, Carlos offers him a small smile, though it doesn’t reach his eyes, which are wide and expressive and horribly sad.

They fall asleep together as the sun begins to come up, TK’s head resting on Carlos’s chest and Carlos’s arms secure around him.

It feels safe. It feels like home.

Nancy’s been staring at her phone for the post half hour, her thumb hovering over the call button. She needs to do it, she knows this, if only out of basic human decency. But she’s not sure if she has it in her to say the words, not when she’s still expecting Tim to come walking down the hall and joke about her messing up his stuff.

None of this will be here in a week. Less, even. Captain Vega had promised to give her time, but Nancy doesn’t know if she has the strength to let go. They’d been a team, her and Tim, and Michelle before she left. Now it’s just Nancy, alone in the darkened firehouse, listening to the replacement crew go about their shift as if nothing had happened.

On impulse, and a sudden need to get it over with, Nancy presses call. It rings a few times, Nancy realising that it’s the early hours of the morning and she might not pick up, but then there’s a familiar voice coming down the line.

“Nancy?” Michelle says, her voice heavy with sleep. “Everything okay?”

“Michelle,” Nancy gets out, then stops, the lump in her throat choking her at the prospect of telling Michelle that Tim… That he’s gone.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Michelle sounds more awake now, concern bleeding into her tone. “I saw the volcano on the news; you’re all okay, right?”

Nancy doesn’t respond straight away, and clearly it’s enough to tell Michelle all she needs to know. “Who?” she asks.

“I… It happened so fast. I didn’t even realise at first.” Nancy sobs. “He’s just… He’s gone, Michelle.”

“Who, Nancy?” There’s a sharp intake of breath on the other end. “Not… God, Nancy, don’t tell me it’s Tim.”

Nancy can only choke out an affirmative before another sob crawls its way up her throat, and suddenly she’s sliding off the bench onto the cold floor. Michelle’s crying too, she can hear it faintly down the line, and it’s a small comfort to know she’s not totally alone in this.

Mateo doesn’t bother to change before speeding out of the firehouse, letting his legs carry him wherever. He can’t shake the feeling of guilt from his body, like if he’d just tried harder, been faster, done more, he could have stopped it.

Maybe if he’d helped Tim evacuate his patient. Because, really, Tim shouldn’t have even still been there by that pool. Someone should have helped him. Mateo should have helped him.

He’d heard what the others said. It was nobody’s fault, it was a freak accident, he shouldn’t blame himself… Thing is, Mateo can tell they don’t believe it either. He can see they all feel just as guilty as he does.

Still. Mateo knows it’s not their fault. He just wishes he could believe the same about himself. They’re not the ones who have to prove themselves, after all, but he’s still the probie. Still the one who’s out on his ear if he fucks up - like letting a team member get killed on call.

His feet come to rest outside the church, his breath coming in harsh pants and his whole body aching after running for however long. The sun is well and truly up, so it must have been a while.

He hasn’t been to church in a while, but there’s nothing like a guilty conscience to convince a man to go back. Is it selfish, this desire for redemption?

Does he deserve it?

Paul holds her until her tears have dried up and she’s almost collapsing on him, exhausted to her very soul. He holds her after, too, sitting on the gym’s floor with her as she stares blankly into space.

“You can go home, if you want,” Marjan eventually manages, pulling away to wipe at her eyes. “I’ll be okay.”

“I’m good here,” Paul says.

Marjan looks at him then - properly looks at him. She’s not as good at reading people as Paul is, but she’d been a fool to not see how much he, too, is hurting. It makes her feel guilty for forcing him to be there for her, when he’d lost Tim just as much as she did.

“Are you okay?” she asks. Which is a stupid question, because are any of them okay? But it’s also the only question left to them; it’s a reassurance and a comfort and an answer wrapped together.

Paul smiles fleetingly. “No. You?”

“About the same.”

Paul nods and Marjan leans into him, not caring that they’re both sweaty and grimy. They sit in silence for a long while, until the sun is high in the sky and then some, taking comfort in the presence of someone else next to them.

And, carefully, they hold each other together.

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dear-yandere · 5 years ago

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Vanya Reviews — Dead Wishes (Steam, Itch.io)

In this chaotic world, you must adapt - either to forgive or survive. A thriller-romance indie visual novel/dating simulator.

STORY

Stricken with long-term depression over the death of your parents, you are on the verge of eviction and bankruptcy. Without any prospects for the future, you're desperate, so much so that you might even...... join the mafia and uncover a heated love affair gone terribly wrong.... become a criminal allied with a team of murderers.... suck it up and make an honest person of yourself.... serve as the caretaker for two dysfunctional sisters.... end up destitute on the streets.... or join the church and repent your sin. But mostly, you're either going to find love and happiness or die a terrible death.Dead Wishes features various subplots that are woven between character routes. In order to experience all of what the game has to offer, the player must read through every route and piece the stories together.

FEATURES

12 character routes: 6 men and 6 women

250,000+ words of in-game text

Partial character voicing

They/them player pronouns

350+ Choices and 35+ Endings

36 CGS

Developers can be found at @violetstudiogames.

MINI REVIEW

I’d like to thank @ddarker-dreams for encouraging me to finally play the game! It’s everything I want in a dark otome and more. Anyone that enjoyed the dark aspects of BTD 1+2 and TDDUP will love this, though I’ll warn that not all routes are dark and not every character is necessarily yandere. Be sure to check out the strategy guide made by the developers; it explains route order and gives pretty in-depth analysis of each character and their line of thinking.

Overall rating: 7/10 (I honestly wish more of the routes were dark, but a certain route kind of... ahem, made up for that tenfold)

Estimated playtime: 10 hours including the backstories (unlocked after you finish all routes) and afterstories.

Personal takes on the characters: Slight spoilers below! ♡ to ♡♡♡♡♡ represent my enjoyment of each route and character.

Non yandere routes:

Clement ♡♡♡♡♡ Y’all, this guy’s route is fluff city. He loves his dog and little sister so much, and he’s honestly just an ideal guy and family man. His route made me laugh so many times since he’s such an awkward and cute flirt. I suggest saving him for some much needed therapy after Mateo’s route. If I had to make him yandere, I can see him as a protective and possessive.

Eira ♡♡ Eira isn’t my type of woman, so I didn’t enjoy her route as much as I would’ve liked. But, she is a woman of color like myself and I really appreciate seeing that come into play in her route. Still, it felt like she was fuel to further the story rather than another love interest. I could easily see her as a lucid and protective yandere.

Nanako ♡ I hate women like Nanako -- childish, indignant, and immature. She has the same problem as Eira: being fodder for the story. I rushed through her route, so I don’t have much to say, but there’s a strongly hinted relationship between her and Eira and I live for it. Although she’s a tsundere, I could easily write her as a protective and possessive (though I don’t particularly want to).

Sergio ♡♡♡♡♡ This boy isn’t yandere in the slightest, but I could easily make him yandere considering his circumstances (mafia don) -- but... that would defeat the point of his entire route. He is a broken boy that wants to be loved, that wants to heal. Although he never hurts MC and would likely never hurt them, I can see him being protective and very reluctant.

Festus ♡♡♡♡♡ Another one I’m biased to since he’s my ideal guy. Flirty, sometimes obnoxious, and uses his trickster persona to hide his hurt, suffering, and intellect. He pulls through when he can, and his aspirations in life are wonderful because he wants to help everyone he possible can; but god did my heart feel for him in his backstory. Such a devout man...he’d easily make for a submissive and obsessive yandere.

Lucien ♡♡♡♡ The character I was most excited to play -- and he failed, until I read his backstory (so I gave him an extra heart...). His route raises more questions than it answers, and it’s only through playing interconnected routes (namely Sergio and Ophelia) that those questions are answered. I think he could be something great, especially as a yandere, but he feels like such a static character through his own route. After reading his backstory, I’m certain this was the developer’s intention, but I can’t help but feel unsatisfied with his route, even his good end. He is a man that could drop his lover at any moment, nor does he seem to feel or understand love; although his route isn’t yandere, I could write him as a reluctant, possessive, and manipulative yandere. He’s... not an easy one to categorize.

Yandere routes: in order of least to most

Allegra ♡♡♡♡♡ Yo, girl hot indeed. I’m not fond of her name, but Allegra is a nicely fleshed out character, to my genuine surprise. I didn’t have much hope for the female characterization in this game, but playing Allegra as my first really struck a chord. She’s not my ideal girl by any means, even under the slight yandere tendencies, but I can appreciate her character and desire to be a better person. A protective and reluctant yandere.

Ophelia ♡♡♡♡♡ I love this girl and her girlfriend. She comes across as a tsundere, but she’s far more sinister than that underneath her cute looks and princess personality. In her backstory, it’s actually hinted that she may be royalty, so that explains that, but be ready for lots of verbal abuse coupled by some touching scenes. An obsessive yandere with sadistic tendencies.

Vincent ♡♡♡♡ A true delusional yandere, though he does show symptoms of other ‘types’ -- as all yanderes should. He’s one of my favorites because of his unique way of thinking, and his backstory is so terribly sad because it hints at the sometimes oppressive way Indian households are run. I feel for him deeply, and he was the first character I encountered (+ I got his good end pretty easily) so I’m not sure what that means for me. Oops?

Kazue ♡♡♡ A manipulative and deeply delusional yandere suffering from Lupus and what I can only gather as dependent personality disorder. Like Mateo, you could say that her delusion is a direct result of a certain other character, but I think Kazue is prone to delusional despite that considering her dependency and sorrow. Just let her be a good and loving housewife, no matter how wrong something seems...just be careful, though. Her delusionals are scarily real.

Mateo ♡♡♡♡ Heavy trigger warnings, not for the faint of heart at all. The most unhinged yandere I’ve ever seen, and despite it all, he’s such a sad character. His route slashes any sympathy you might initially feel for him, but his character as a whole is interesting. -1 heart because he threatens noncon on the kids to make MC compliant. This boy is devoid of morals unless it has to do with the environment, and you’ll learn why in his backstory. MC will go through a lot of inescapable mental turmoil and abuse throughout this route. I’d label him a sadistic and delusional.

Special character (unlocked after completing all other routes):

Anise ♡♡♡

Not so much a route as a philosophy lesson, but I enjoyed Anise’s interlapping role in the story. She provides some much needed backstory to the characters, world, and to life in general. I liked her mostly because of her ending lines, something along the lines of: live life to such a full point that your wishes become dead. A good message, even if it’s from a morally-void character. I’d categorize her as a yandere if she could feel love.

#vanya reviews #dead wishes #dead wishes vn #this probably wont be a consistent series but ill try #playing dark nights next!

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cottoncandyjester · 3 years ago

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Sooo....are the bros gonna help hide the body(ies)???

Have some bros bonding over dead bodies..it’s really sick how they can just laugh and play while covering up a murder

Warning this contains: sprinkles of incest, murder, framing, yandere behavior, all around dark times

“Jesus fuck mateo, you can’t keep doing this” Dante said as he gazed at all the blood and bodies, a long sigh escaping him as he glared at his little brother who hugged the bloody bat close a teary eyed pout on his face. “I-I got mad, I couldn’t help it..” he whined out, softening up when zeke cupped his cheek

“That’s why your big bros are here to help! We got gloves and stuff, though how exactly are we gonna deal with all these bodies?” Zeke said softly, all eyes landing on Tiago who was quiet the entire time clearly thinking of what to do.

“Y/n went on a hellbent killing rage before hanging themselves, very tragic” he said firmly. Mateo perked up with a bright smile, he was sad that his love died..but maybe it was for the best? You were probably in a better place. He loves you more than life itself, so he hoped you were happy. In his eyes you’ll come back, you always come back sure you may have a different name and appearance but you’re still his darling.

“We really need to get this kid on some Medication though cause we can’t keep cleaning up after him” Dante hissed out as him and Tiago started to move the bodies in position while zeke and mateo cleaned up the incriminating evidence l.

“Can’t we just burn the entire thing?” Mateo said softly while cleaning the bar handle “we burned the last three houses, we can’t keep burning them” Tiago said softly with a sigh.

“Maybe we should start picking out Mateo’s dates from now on?” Dante asked out as he took the baseball cap and put it on Mateo’s head, the male giving a pout.

“Don’t be so fussy, we’ll take care of you til then..right?” Zeke purred out with a wink. “H-huh? Hey, you shouldn’t flirt like that..I’ll get all excited and stuff” mateo mumbled out.

“Focus you two, we can play after everything is perfect”

#yandere imagines #yandere ocs #yandere #latino gang #zeke #mateo #Dante #Tiago #tw inc*st #tw yandere #tw death #tw dark content

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wildandwilder · 4 years ago

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⌠ REIKY DE VALK, 22, CISMALE, HE/HIM ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, IKENO WILDER! according to their records, they’re a SECOND year, specializing in LINGUISTICS, CULTURE, & ASSIMILATION + RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (the smell of freshly baked bánh bò, untied shoelaces, the echo of heavy contagious laughter). when it’s the pisces’s birthday on 2/19/1998, they always request their TIRAMISU from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ chels, 23, she/her, est ⍀

@gallagherintro

y’all i done goofed take me as i am

General

Full Name: Ikeno Magan Wilder Nickname(s): Typically goes by Wilder, sometimes Ike. Never really uses Ikeno. Age: 22 Date of Birth: February 19, 1998 Hometown: Dresden, Germany Romantic Orientation: lil gay boy Sexual Orientation: lil gay boy 2.0 Language(s) Spoken: Dutch, German, Vietnamese, a little French Room: Sutton Floor 107 - naz farhi, margot lusignan, mateo leon

Biography (this gonna be vague)

I said: NOW MAKE THE OPPOSITE OF REGINE!

Anyway!! Wilder is an only child as far as he knows and lives with his grandmother and mother who raised him as a single mom after his dad’s death when he was seven. He adores his mother and would do anything for her, which to his surprise was put to the test when he was told about spy school literally two years ago at most.

Wilder grew up full of whimsy; he rolled in mud and played in ponds and despite living a modest and relatively poor lifestyle he was spoiled rotten with love from his mother. Because of that, he is constantly putting love out into the world without expectation, even in undeserving places. He tries to see the best in people, and often takes it upon himself to make someone’s day if they’re looking low. He was homeschooled until early high school when his family moved from a more rural, woodsy area to Dresden.

His father, who he knows very little about, died when he was young and so Wilder has a few solid memories of him. He knows he had a prestigious job he never talked about, and whenever he answered the phone he seemed serious. But when they spent moments alone his father was kind, gentle, and loving (though tough). It was as if the times where Ikeno Sr. came home to his family it was his secret peace, and they knew very little about his work. His mother knew vague details about the spy world outside of the fact that Ikeno Sr. was a secret agent and Blackthorne alumnus. After his death occasional letters were sent to Pearl with money and emergency contact numbers. She never told Wilder about this and she never contacted any of the numbers until a few months before Wilder’s first year at Gallagher.

After graduating high school and starting to work full time to help support his mom, not super interested in colleges or academics, his mother went behind his back and started looking into his father’s past. She pulled a few strings and after a few conversations encouraged Wilder to attend Gallagher as a means to pave the way for a successful future. In her eyes, this was all he could have wanted.

Truthfully, he’s not that into being a spy. As someone who loved superheroes growing up, he thinks it’s pretty awesome, but his head isn’t in it and he finds it hard to stay focused. He’s not a fighter, and is a terrible sparring partner dreading taking any combat courses. He chose his majors because one allowed him to learn about places, and also cook dishes from different countries (his favorite pastime), and the other was behind the scenes work and seemed simple (narrator voice: it was not simple). He’s here because he thinks it’s where he has to be, and with his father’s past he’s guaranteed a job so long as he doesn’t fuck it up.

Personality wise, he’s clumsy and loves to laugh. He’s in the baking club and baking is his absolute favorite thing to do. You can often find him in the back of the cafeteria, where he’s made best friends with some of the chefs and they let him watch them from time to time.

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Reiky De Valk Height: 5′ 9′’ Style/Aesthetic: messy hair, loose graphic t shirts, untied shoelaces, baking flour on jeans, he’s always laughing, bad at social cues and personal space, can eat all day long

Family

Parents: Ikeno Wilder (father) & Pearl Nguyen (mother) Sibling(s): N/A Pet(s): Bearded Dragon named Azula Family’s Financial Status: Lower-Middle Class

Extra

Zodiac Sign: Pisces MBTI: N/A Enneagram: Type 9 Peacemaker/Mediator Temperament: Sanguine Moral Alignment: Neutral Good Primary Vice: Sloth Primary Virtue: Charity

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

A best friend/Friends - Wilder is an absolute joke so he needs some goofy jokester friends to be dumb with. He is also, even though he teases a lot, a soft boy and a little sensitive despite being blind to how people treat him sometimes. He has not great social cues and no real concept of personal space so...

A Guide: He knew absolutely nothing about spies until his first year at Gallagher (last year), so maybe your character took him under their wing and showed him around. Preferably someone who grew up with spy parents/went to a spy prep school. Wilder looks up to your char or is really close to them because of this.

A Tutor: Wilder fucked last year up majorly and his mom isn’t happy so he’s in dire need of smart people to help him with his courses. Pref similar majors.

Past Hook ups/Romances - He’s very romantic and very quick to show affection to people. I can see this ending badly for him in many ways, because he’s also the type to still be friendly with his exes and try to be cool with them even if they made him a little sad.

Enemy/Frenemy - Wilder has no enemies. Wilder may be YOUR char’s enemy/frenemy, but he will assume they are friends and probably be a bother.

Roomies - If you’re his roomie hit me up he def bakes for the room but like, his feet probably smell bad

ALL THE PLOTS!! GIVE ME THEM ALL!! FEED ME!! USE ME!!

#gallagher:intro #intro #bio #i...........have no explanation #proof read? never met her

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lonestarbabe · 5 years ago

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Dog’s Best Friend

(AKA my rendition of the T.K. and the dog scenario) (AO3)

T.K. really isn’t jealous of a dog. He’s not, but he’s also not going to fall for the dog’s cuteness like everyone else. Read on for a puppy versus puppy face off.

The second Owen had brought the dog into the station a few days before, the whole team had rushed over to pet the pup and call him a good boy. T.K. couldn’t understand it because what was so special about that mutt, anyway? He crossed his arms over his chest, feeling like the odd man out, standing distantly as everyone else was enamored with the lively creature.

Owen had found the dog wandering on the streets when they’d been out on a call. He’d been abandoned by his owners, and when Owen found out that the dog had cancer, he couldn’t help but bring him back to the station and announce that the 126 had a new four-legged pal. The 126 acted like the scraggly dog with floppy ears was the greatest thing they’d ever seen, but T.K. didn’t get it. The dog couldn’t even do any tricks.

Worst of all, the dog wouldn’t stop trailing T.K. He’s like the little brother I never wanted, T.K. thought as he felt the dog just inches from his feet. He could barely get any work done with the way the dog constantly wanted to be by his side. Everyone thought it was hilarious that T.K. had a new shadow, but T.K. dreaded it every time he heard those little paws pattering across the floor.

Paul had smiled wryly at the sight of the dog leaping and chasing T.K. He flipped through his book, but couldn’t resist teasing his friend. “Look who’s got a new best friend.”

Marjan shook her head disbelievingly, “I can’t believe he picked T.K. of all people.”

Paul agreed. “I know. It’s shocking that he chose a basic white guy.”

“He won’t leave me alone,” T.K. complained.

“Using your sixth sense, do you think T.K. is heartless?” Marjan asked Paul with a laugh. “Because I can’t think of any other reason for hating that dog.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure, but I was so certain he was a dog person.”

“Yeah, that’s because he’s such a puppy himself,” Judd added.

T.K. ignored them, grumbling to himself as he walked away from the rec area. He snatched the dog’s leash from a hook on the wall where they had cleared some space for the dog. They’d put a bed, food and water bowls, and some toys to make him comfortable. T.K. stomped over to the dog, kneeling to get him ready. He attached a leash to the dog’s basic black collar. Arthur was inscribed in a little metal bone that jangled as he bounced around looking for attention. Arthur, who would name a dog that?

“Have fun with the puppy!” Paul called after him.

“The vet said he’s at least six years old!” T.K. disputed. But he sure acts like a puppy. You’d think that old age or his cancer would have slowed him down a little bit, but nothing stops this dumb dog. “He’s like forty in dog years.”

“What kind of dog name is Arthur, anyways?” T.K. asked as Arthur ate his dinner. “What does he think he is? An Aardvark?” It was nearly the end of their shift, and the whole station was hanging out and taking turns playing with Arthur.

“What kinda name is T.K.?” Judd countered, petting behind the dog’s ears. He spoke to the dog in a coo reserved for animals and babies. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t ya? Such a good boy.”

“He hasn’t even done anything!”

Marjan stood up from her chair to go over to Arthur, eyes gleaming in realization. “You’re jealous of a dog!”

“No way,” he said. “Why would I be jealous of that mutt?” I’m not jealous. I just don’t want to have that dog around. Just because he’s won over every other person in this room doesn’t mean he’ll win over me.

Mateo looked confused. “Wait. Why do you think he’s jealous of Arthur?”

“Why else would he be so bitter about a puppy, Probie?”

“He’s too old to be a puppy! And I’m not jealous. I just don’t see why everyone loves him so much. There’s nothing special about him. He’s just a dog.”

“He’s our dog,” Judd commented like that should be enough to change T.K.’s mind.

“You haven’t even known him for a week!”

Owen gave Arthur a treat, looking satisfied with the licks he got as a thank you. Of all the 126, Owen was the most attached. He’d seen Arthur and couldn’t resist bringing him home and buying him heaps of toys, treats, and other doggie luxuries. “T.K. is used to being an only child, Arthur. He’ll come around. I know he’s your special buddy.” Owen looked up to T.K. “You never used to have an issue with dogs. Why can’t you love this one?” He squeezed Arthur’s face, “look how sweet he is? And he has such nice hair.” Who cares about his fur? It may be soft but that won’t win me over.

“I like dogs. I just don’t like this dog. There’s something off about him.”

Marjan scoffed, “Yeah, there’s something suspicious about brown eyes and floppy ears.”

T.K. glared through the room, rolling his eyes. “I better go. I have actual work to do,” and as he went to leave, he cursed as the dog trotted behind him. “Damn dog,” he muttered. “Don’t you have someone nicer to bother?”

Somehow, Owen had decided that T.K. should take Arthur home for the night while Owen finished up some paperwork. He reasoned that Arthur would feel safest with T.K. and hadn’t let much space for argument. “Take care of your brother,” Owen said as T.K. pulled the dog forward by his leash.

“I don’t have a brother.”

Owen raised his eyebrows, the corners of his lips upturning. “I was talking to Arthur, son.”

“Arthur is annoying,” T.K. replied.

“Be nice.”

“Yeah, whatever. See you later, Dad. You owe me for this.”

“Just give him a chance. It never hurts to have a four-legged friend on your side.”

“I don’t know about that,” T.K. said before giving one last wave and leaving his father’s office.

The dog’s energy had slowed since the morning and he whined as he walked through the station. He sat down, refusing to move, looking at T.K. with sad, tired eyes. “Come on, we’re almost there.”

“Get up.”

“Arthur, move those little legs.”

Arthur didn’t budge, and with some irritation, but not as much as he might’ve had earlier in the day, T.K. picked the dog and carried him from the firehouse. “I’m tired too, you know.”

Eventually, he arrived at home and brought Arthur into the house. He laid the dog on a cushion and then went to his own bedroom, closing the door behind him. Exhaustedly, he got ready for the night and flopped into his bed to catch up on texts and relax a little before he went to sleep.

Ten minutes later, he heard a scratching in the hallway. What is he doing now? The dog can’t let me live in peace. He rolled off his bed and opened the door half expecting to see the whole hallway destroyed. Annoying, troublemaking dog. When the door swung open, the hallway was fortunately not torn to pieces. Arthur calmed at the sight of T.K. and immediately slipped into the bedroom. Arthur leaped onto the bed, laying down on the side opposite of where T.K. always slept. “No, get down, Arthur.” Arthur looked at him puzzledly, head leaned to one side and tongue out. He curled into the blankets, putting his head down unto the bed.

“This isn’t your bed.”

Arthur didn’t respond.

“You’re a stubborn mutt.” T.K. said before settling into his side of the bed. The second his body touched the bed, Arthur closed his eyes contentedly and drifted back to sleep. “You’re such a diva,” T.K. said to the sleeping dog.

He unlocked his phone, smiling as he read a text from Carlos. They were taking things slow, but it was nice to have a friend… or a more than friend… whatever it was that they were.

Stuck with an obnoxious dog. His name’s Arthur. He’s in my bed rn. U jealous?

I’m jealous you have a dog and a cuddly one at that. Don’t you like dogs?

They’re alright. This one’s annoying. He follows me around.

Awe but you love cuddling. Sounds like your type.

This one is clingy more like.

Look how annoying he is.

Shut up. How can you find that cute face annoying?

You didn’t have him around you all day.

Come on, Tiger, at least you can never be lonely with him around.

You sound like my dad.Sorry, that’s a boner killer.

*eyeroll* Yeah, because I was getting so turned on by you insulting cute puppies.

He’s old!! Why is everyone calling him a puppy?

He’s cute, Tiger.

He’s not.

Anyways, I have to go. Need sleep before he wakes me up at 5 am when he needs to piss.

Goodnight, scrooge. I hope you wake up with a heart.

I wouldn’t get your hopes up. Goodnight.

T.K. had no choice but to fall asleep with Arthur snoring quietly beside him, and as he watched the rise and fall of Arthur’s chest, he had to remind himself that he wasn’t going to get attached.

“Stop looking at me like that,” T.K. told the dog the next day when he found Arthur in his bed at the station. “How did you even know this is where I sleep? Go find someone who wants to play with you. I’m tired.”

T.K. just wanted to get some shut-eye before a call came in or at least meditate a little while to burn off the tension that had been bubbling in his body all day. He was trying to use the techniques his therapist was teaching him even if he thought most of them were silly.

Arthur, whose big watery eyes looked to T.K. expectantly and whose tongue hung sloppily out of his mouth, was clearly not exhausted. His tail wagged wildly, and he spun on the bed chasing it. “You think you’re real cute, huh? Maybe you have everyone else tricked, but not me. I know your games. I’m not going to fall for it, pal.” I need to stop talking to this dog. T.K. couldn’t help but smile as Arthur kept chasing his tail stubbornly. Finally, Arthur slowed to a stop when he felt T.K. sit on the bed.

The dog put his paws on T.K.’s legs, huffing happily, tail pattering against the headboard. “Come on, Arthur, stop. I’d like to rest.” Arthur wouldn’t leave. “At least lay down and calm down.”

T.K. gave Arthur a tentative pat on the back, pushing him down to the bed. “You can’t stand on the bed. You’ll fall off.” He looked the dog in the eyes. “What do I have to do to make you go away.” He pouted at the puppy and took Arthur’s face in his hands. “Do I have to scratch behind your ears?” T.K. gave ear scratching a try, and Arthur nuzzled T.K.’s neck in return. “You like that, don’t you, Arthur? Now can you go bother someone else? Have I given you enough?” Arthur snuggled closer. What did I do to make him like me so much and how do I stop doing it?

Absently, T.K. began to rub Arthur’s tummy. T.K. laid next to the dog, letting his head fall next to Arthur’s. He hated how nice it felt when Arthur flipped over and a little head rested on T.K.’s stomach. “You’re dangerous,” he whispered in Arthur’s ear, running a hand through the dark fur on Arthur’s head. “If I’m not careful, I might fall in love with you, and the problem is that I might not get a lot of time with you. You’re sick. My Dad’s sick too, but I’m already attached to him, so all I can do is be there for him and hope for the best. You’re making it impossible not to get attached to you too.

Arthur lifted his head to give T.K.’s face a reassuring lick. “Yeah, I guess that’s right, Arthur. Sometimes love sneaks up on you. It follows you around, and you try to resist it, but it’s always there with its brown eyes and floppy ears. It hangs around even when you say you don’t want it. It stays beside you until you stop trying to fight it. It snuggles close when you’re feeling down. ”

“It’s pretty silly that I’m talking to you like you understand, but you’re an awfully good listener.”

Arthur barked in response despite being a quiet dog. He placed a paw gently on T.K.’s chest. “Loving you will be hard, but you’re not giving me much of a choice, dumb dog.”

“You’ll have a hard time with this cancer. They may have to put you down so that you don’t hurt anymore, but I guess now that we’re friends, I’ll have to be here for you. I can be your emotional support human, puppy.” And maybe you can help heal me too.

#my writing #my fics #911 lone star #this is mushy and I'm sorry #Elise Writes #911 lone star fics #tk is a puppy #and now he has a puppy #(who isn't really a puppy but will be referred to as one perpetually)#Season 1

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